100: Tormented by loan platforms

The rain stopped, the wind ceased, and a bright moon actually appeared in the night sky.

Wu Fan adjusted his collar and walked into the One Foot Sea Bar.

The bustling atmosphere inside surprised him; customers held glow sticks, swaying to the tune Tang Xiaorou was playing.

Wu Fan walked over to the usual dedicated resting spot for staff and sat down.

Fei Wei immediately handed him a cigarette, resting a hand on Wu Fan's shoulder, "Look at Tang Xiaorou's charm, isn't she captivating?"

Only then did Wu Fan look up for a careful appraisal. Her beautiful hair was dyed brownish-yellow and hung smoothly over her shoulders.

She wore only a tight black base layer top, which wrapped her body snugly, emphasizing her curves dramatically.

Perhaps this was the most potent weapon for attracting men.

Her baby face was flushed, her large eyes were bright and expressive, and her cherry lips were full. She was much more stunning than she appeared on TikTok.

Wu Fan hadn't expected to find a woman who looked more expressive and beautiful in reality than she did under a beauty filter.

Whatever she was wearing below was obscured by the piano, making it impossible to see clearly.

"What an absolute stunner," Wu Fan couldn't help but sigh internally.

Fei Wei patted Wu Fan's shoulder, leaning in to joke, "You've sailed a thousand ships; what do you think of this model?"

Wu Fan praised her without reservation, "She truly is the pinnacle of the voluptuous category. She looks gentle and adorable. If I could hug this chubby doll..."

He stopped halfway, glanced back at Fei Wei, and chuckled.

Fei Wei sat down next to Wu Fan and smiled, "I really can't do anything about your chaotic life. Anyway, I need to talk to you about something serious."

Wu Fan lit his cigarette, "What is it?"

Fei Wei leaned closer and said, "The money you put up to buy the piano, I won't pay you back."

Wu Fan immediately interjected, waving his hand, "Don't be a stranger, Brother. We agreed it was a sponsorship, why bring it up again?"

Fei Wei, however, spoke earnestly, "I know you're rich now, but money is consumable. I've seen many news stories about people who won the lottery only to become poor and destitute again within a few years. I don't want you to go down that road."

Wu Fan was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "You're right, Brother. Do you have any good preventative measures?"

Fei Wei also lit a cigarette. "Let's consider your fifty thousand yuan as a small share in the bar. That way, you can receive dividends at the end of every year, which counts as a stable, extra income."

"Of course, the amount depends on the operating conditions, but it's definitely the best solution."

Hearing this, Wu Fan felt a warmth in his heart. He raised his hand and patted Fei Wei's shoulder, "Thank you, Brother."

Fei Wei exhaled a puff of smoke and laughed, "What are you doing? Don't get so emotional you cry. It's just a small favor. I'll talk to Grass Chicken, and from now on, the bar will be run jointly by the three of us."

Wu Fan had originally intended to refuse; after all, he wasn't short on money now, and it was unlikely he ever would be.

But considering Fei Wei's genuine sincerity, he thought it over and decided it was better to accept it for now.

If Fei Wei ever had difficulties in the future, it wouldn't be too late to help him then.

Wu Fan poured him a glass of beer. The two clinked glasses and downed their drinks, considering the deal settled.

On stage, Grass Chicken and Shan Xiaojie began to sing a duet of "When Love Becomes a Memory," performing with deep emotion and concentration.

The way their eyes met felt intensely gooey, which was slightly sickening to watch.

Tang Xiaorou gracefully approached, ready to take a break.

She had been singing and playing for nearly two hours.

Fei Wei quickly stood up to greet her, poured her a cup of chrysanthemum tea, and introduced Wu Fan.

Tang Xiaorou picked up the cup, took a sip of the chrysanthemum tea, and looked at Wu Fan in surprise, saying, "Brother Fan, when did you get back? You're even more handsome than I imagined!"

She was poised and laughed merrily after speaking.

Wu Fan poured her a glass of wine, "Here, let me toast you first."

Tang Xiaorou waved her hand, feigning the look of a good girl, and said, "Brother Fan, I'm sorry, I don't drink alcohol. My apologies."

Wu Fan continued holding his glass. "Then use the chrysanthemum tea as a substitute. Since it's our first meeting, we absolutely must have a toast."

He gently tapped his glass against hers.

Tang Xiaorou smiled sweetly, raised her cup, clinked it, and said, "Thank you, Brother Fan."

Wu Fan stared at her red lips and chugged his beer in one go.

Tang Xiaorou raised an eyebrow at Wu Fan, smiled slightly, and sat down opposite him.

Although she looked calm on the surface, she was internally worried about one thing.

Tonight, she needed to repay sixty thousand yuan on her Alipay borrowing service. If she couldn't pay it back, she would be in serious trouble once the service blacklisted and shut her down.

She was currently relying on borrowing from several platforms, paying off debts, and then borrowing again, constantly juggling the funds.

She had calculated her finances this morning and found she still owed nearly three hundred and fifty thousand yuan in loans.

She was borrowing from six platforms in total, including Alipay, Weili Loan, TikTok, Qunar, and others. None of them could afford to be shut down.

If even one was shut down, she would lose her ability to circulate funds.

She occasionally stole glances at Wu Fan, calculating how she could win him over.

After all, the reason she came this time was specifically because of Wu Fan.

He could spend over a hundred thousand yuan in a livestream, and he had given her more than sixty thousand before she even set off. Such a generous man was rare in the world.

If she could make something happen with him and keep him happy, he might just wave his hand and pay off all her outstanding loans.

She was truly pinning all her hopes on Wu Fan.

She had long been mentally and physically exhausted by the lending platforms. Nearly half of every month was spent borrowing and repaying, leaving her with no enjoyment in life.

During her few days singing at the bar, too many men had tried to flirt with her and ask for her wechat, but she had rejected them all.

She knew in her heart that these men only lusted after her body. If she asked them to genuinely put up money, they would certainly back away.

She was convinced that finding a generous man like Wu Fan would be harder than reaching heaven.

It was better to focus on Wu Fan and concentrate on finding a way to get close to him; this was definitely the most direct and correct approach.

She picked up the beer bottle, bent over to fill Wu Fan's glass, and said, "Brother Fan, don't just sit there, drink up."

As she poured the drink, her large breasts nearly brushed the beer bottle—it was a truly imposing sight.

Wu Fan couldn's help but steal a few more glances, feeling a stirring in his heart.

It was only natural for a woman with such a large chest like Tang Xiaorou to make men's imaginations run wild.

No wonder the bar's business had exploded because of her arrival.

She truly was the pinnacle of male desire, the cream of the crop, and utterly flawless.

Wu Fan kept his gaze fixed on her cherry lips and smiled, saying, "Drinking alone isn't much fun."

Tang Xiaorou leaned in and said, "I can drink, but my face gets red instantly, and I get drunk after one sip. What if I can't get back to the hotel then?"

Wu Fan saw a hint of seductive charm in her eyes.

Having known countless women, Wu Fan instantly understood and quickly replied, "What's the harm in having a few sips? If you really can't go back, I can send you myself."

Tang Xiaorou smiled sweetly, "Brother Fan, based on your sincerity, I'll make an exception and have one drink."

She stood up, filled her glass, and said, "Brother Fan, it's an honor to meet you. Come, let's finish this."

"Cheers!"