To Escape an Arranged Marriage, I Became the Heir’s Fake Girlfriend - Episode 3

Qi Jinyou’s heart skipped a beat. When did this man get there?

Next to Song Chu were one man and two women. Qi Jinyou shifted her gaze to one of the girls beside him—it was one of the greeters at the VIP room entrance earlier. She looked at the girl with pleading eyes.

“Sis, you’re a colleague at the club too. Please vouch for me—I just started today!”

But the girl quickly shook her head. “Sorry, I didn’t notice.”

It was true. They had only met once, and they worked in different positions.

Qi Jinyou had no choice but to turn to the woman and persuade her. “Ma’am, please let go first. This is not appropriate, and I won’t run away.”

Seeing the growing crowd, the woman became even more smug. “Oh, now you feel embarrassed? But when you were seducing men, you didn’t seem to mind!”

Her words sparked Qi Jinyou’s anger. “Ma’am, this is slander. I can call the police. If you don’t believe me, you can ask the management here.”

“Don’t try to scare me! And don’t take me for a fool! You’re all in on this! The boss hires pretty girls like you just to lure members into paying more fees!” The woman’s grip on Qi Jinyou’s wrist remained firm.

“Everyone, come and see! This little vixen is using her looks to hook rich men and become their mistress. You all better be careful not to fall for it!”

Qi Jinyou could feel her face burning with embarrassment. This was humiliating. She cursed Su Jiayao in her mind multiple times.

Of course, nothing good ever came easy. She and Su Jiayao had only worked part-time together a few times, so their relationship was superficial at best. She should have known there was a catch when Su Jiayao offered her the job, thinking she was doing her a favor.

At this point, even if she brought up Su Jiayao, the woman wouldn’t believe her.

Qi Jinyou was furious. Her face turned from red to pale as she shouted, “Let go of me! You have no proof and are falsely accusing me—I’ll sue you for defamation!”

But the grip on her wrist didn’t loosen.

She looked around, pleading again. “Can someone please help me find the boss or a staff member to prove my innocence?”

Apparently, watching a mistress getting exposed was too entertaining—no one responded.

Seeing this, the woman became even more aggressive. “Tell me, how far have you gone with my husband? If you confess, I’ll let go!”

The woman tightened her grip, sending a sharp pain through Qi Jinyou’s wrist.

Out of options, Qi Jinyou took a deep breath and turned her gaze toward Song Chu.

Her voice was unnatural, not just because of the situation but also because she had just pretended not to know him.

“Song Chu-ge, can you help me?”

As soon as she spoke, her face flushed again.

The surroundings fell silent for five or six seconds.

Only then did the man she called finally speak. “What did you call me? Do I know you?”

When Qi Jinyou had called him “Song Chu-ge,” the woman was briefly stunned. But the moment he denied knowing her, her arrogance flared up again.

“See? She’s a pro at this! What, did you major in seduction in college? Calling him ‘brother’ so sweetly!”

“Handsome, don’t fall for her tricks! She may look innocent, but she’s full of ways to seduce men! My husband has spent hundreds of thousands on her!”

Qi Jinyou was both anxious and furious. She had intended to seek help, but Song Chu’s answer only made it seem like she really was clinging to rich men.

Many people knew who Song Chu was, but only those he acknowledged could claim to know him.

Still, she refused to give up. “Song Chu-ge, I’m Qi Jinyou. We had dinner at Yang’s two weeks ago!”

Though they weren’t at the same table, at least this information could prove she wasn’t lying.

Qi Jinyou stared at him with hopeful eyes, trying to trigger his memory.

The last time she saw him was at an elder’s birthday party. Her aunt had dragged her along.

But she didn’t want to bring up her connection to the Shen family—not in front of so many people.

Song Chu took a few lazy steps closer. “I think I remember someone like you, but I need to confirm if it’s really you.”

So he really didn’t remember her. Qi Jinyou sighed—it was expected.

But at least he knew her name.

There was still hope.

The man leaned in teasingly. “Let me take a closer look. I have face blindness, you know.”

Qi Jinyou’s heart sank. She felt like an exhibit being scrutinized. She wished she could disappear into a hole, but she couldn’t even move.

She lowered her head to avoid his gaze.

All she could do was wait for Sister Zhou or Manager Zhang to arrive.

She wanted to make a call, but her phone was still on the ground. The screen was still on, and the part-time job group chat was flooding with messages.

Today was truly a disaster.

Worry, frustration, shame, and the pain in her wrist…

Tears welled up in her eyes. She didn’t dare to look up—if she did, they would spill out.

Yet, the man’s gaze remained fixed on her face.

Low chuckles filled the air. The spectators seemed to believe the woman’s accusations.

Qi Jinyou clenched her jaw. She suddenly lifted her head, letting her tears fall freely.

“Ma’am, didn’t you want justice? Let’s go find the boss and have me fired!”

As she spoke, she grabbed the woman and dragged her outside, causing the woman to stumble.

“Where do you think you’re going? I haven’t seen enough!” Song Chu dropped his casual demeanor, his dark gaze locking onto Qi Jinyou as he reached out to stop her.

“Handsome, don’t fall for her tricks! She’s using a beauty trap and playing the victim!” the woman warned, noticing Qi Jinyou’s tears.

“Do I need you to tell me that?” Song Chu shot her a sharp look.

The woman flinched.

His voice turned cold. “Let go.”

Just two words. Both Qi Jinyou and the woman froze.

His tone was like a blade—cutting straight through their struggle, forcing them apart.

Feeling his overwhelming presence, the woman hesitated. “Handsome, do you know her?”

Song Chu scoffed. “Of course.”

The woman wanted to argue, but her tone softened. “Even if you do, that doesn’t prove I wrongly accused her!”

“Look at the photo. Is it her?” The woman held her phone up to Song Chu.

“It’s not.” He barely glanced before giving a firm answer.

“She’s been secretly in love with me for years. Just a few days ago, she finally confessed. Why would she be interested in some bald, beer-bellied old man? Even downgrading tastes has its limits.”

The woman choked on his words. Her face turned dark red. Seeing his designer watch, luxury clothing, and striking good looks, she started to doubt herself. Compared to a man like this, her husband didn’t seem worth fighting for.

Trash. Whoever wants him can have him.

Still, she cautiously asked, “But didn’t you say you didn’t know her earlier?”

“A momentary lapse. So many girls like me—I can’t remember them all.”

Qi Jinyou lowered her head. Now she was suddenly someone who had confessed to him but wasn’t even memorable. How humiliating.

This man could really spin a story.

The woman still wasn’t fully convinced, but after all this, Qi Jinyou’s confidence made her doubt her own accusations.

Seeing no point in continuing, she tried to slip away.

“You’re just leaving?” Song Chu blocked her path.

The woman froze, sensing his intimidating aura. She had no choice but to turn to Qi Jinyou. “Miss, I’m sorry. I misunderstood.”

Qi Jinyou was still fuming. She lifted her wrist. “Say it louder. I didn’t hear you.”

With a reluctant face, the woman repeated, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have accused you without proof.”

Before Qi Jinyou could respond, Song Chu spoke slowly. “If an apology was enough, why would we need the police?”

Just then, her phone buzzed. Song Chu picked it up before she could.

Both of their gazes fell on the screen—a message from the part-time job group chat.

Qi Jinyou quickly grabbed her phone from his hand.

The woman finally softened. “Miss, check your phone for damage. I’ll pay if it’s broken.”

Qi Jinyou flipped her phone around. The screen seemed fine.

“That’s it?”

Song Chu’s eyes landed on Qi Jinyou’s wrist, where a red bruise was forming. Against her pale skin, it looked glaringly painful.