The manager made a joke with a smile.

“I don’t like the entertainment industry,” Chi Yao said indifferently.

“The entertainment industry is quite profitable. Many people would do anything to get into it.”

“I’m not good at acting.”

“Who needs acting skills? As long as you look good, that’s enough. Look at that new star—what’s his name, Kang something. Does he have any acting skills? Even a pig could run better than him.” Since there weren’t many customers, the manager had some free time and chatted with Chi Yao a bit.

As the two of them walked down the corridor toward the work area, the manager quickly put on a more serious expression.

He called over another waiter and asked him to show Chi Yao the ropes for the next few days.

The young waiter glanced at Chi Yao’s face and was stunned for a few seconds.

Such smooth and delicate skin—was this young master really here to work as a waiter, or just to “experience life”?

The waiter took Chi Yao to the back, planning to teach him casually, figuring that a rich young man like him probably wouldn’t last long in this job.

The work was fairly simple. They mostly handled customer reception, and the finer aspects of customer service were handled by other staff. The main things to remember were to avoid talking about anything unrelated to work, be diligent, and take initiative when something needed to be done instead of just standing still.

Also, whatever you hear or see about the customers, pretend you didn’t.

Chi Yao listened attentively. The waiter glanced at Chi Yao’s focused expression, which made him look like a well-behaved student, and his earlier disdain softened a bit.

Since Chi Yao was new and unfamiliar with many things, they didn’t let him handle customer reception right away. He was told to observe, occasionally lending a hand by serving tea or cleaning a room.

There were many waiters there, each assigned to different areas, and everyone was responsible for their own tasks.

At midnight, Chi Yao got off work early. He had told the manager he lived nearby. After leaving, he rode a bike for two blocks, then folded it up and placed it in the trunk of a car before getting in.

In both his lives, he had never worked as a waiter. Although he didn’t do much on his first day, standing around without much rest left Chi Yao feeling exhausted. After taking a shower at home, he fell asleep immediately.

He didn’t even get a chance to check the message Shen Ling had sent him that night.

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Wanting to Be a Monster, Like a Woman Giving Birth

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The next day, Chi Yao called Shen Ling back. Shen Ling asked about the injury on Chi Yao’s face, and Chi Yao replied that he had applied medicine, so it didn’t hurt much anymore.

Shen Ling invited Chi Yao out for dinner, but Chi Yao said he would be staying at home for a few days because his mom had asked him to.

Shen Ling, knowing Chi Yao’s family situation, didn’t press the matter.

But the truth was, Chi Yao didn’t plan to go home. He just didn’t want to juggle too many things at once. He was focused on finding those people first. As for Shen Ling, he planned to slowly distance himself. Shen Ling had a good family background and appearance, and there were plenty of people around him, so he wouldn’t miss Chi Yao.

Chi Yao bit into a hard candy, a light smile forming on his face.

Over the next few days, Chi Yao went to work on time every day. He was a quick learner when he put his mind to something.

With his good looks, he quickly passed the probation period and started working officially.

For the first week of his official work, he was assigned to the day shift, then he would switch to the night shift.

There were fewer customers during the day compared to the night, but the high prices ensured the business didn’t suffer.

Customers usually came alone, but occasionally in groups.

One afternoon after lunch, around one o’clock, a group came in, and several familiar faces were among them. Chi Yao knew them, but they didn’t yet know him in this lifetime.

Since Chi Yao worked here, he met them earlier than expected. Unlike the last life, there would be no conflict this time—no fights, no broken legs, and no one getting hospitalized. Chi Yao was now a waiter, serving tea and water.

He adjusted his hair so that some longer strands covered his forehead, allowing him to lower his head without people seeing his face clearly.

The lighting in the hall was dim, and with Chi Yao’s head slightly lowered, no one noticed them.

After serving the drinks, Chi Yao retreated. As he closed the door, he glanced inside and saw someone bringing out some ice-skating equipment. He wasn’t surprised at all. If these people behaved themselves, Chi Yao would have been the one surprised.

Standing in the hallway outside, leaning against the wall, Chi Yao was positioned not far from the private room, ready to respond to any customer needs.

As he stood there, he suddenly remembered something about those familiar faces—what had happened to them in the previous life?

Oh, right. They all ended up in jail. As Chi Yao recalled more details, he remembered they had offended someone.

That person, coincidentally, was Chi Yao’s love rival, Fu Rong.

At the time, Chi Yao hadn’t paid much attention, but he’d heard from Xue Zhongming that those guys had somehow provoked Fu Rong. Apparently, they had taken some incriminating photos and tried to blackmail Fu Rong with them.

Where did they get the nerve to threaten Fu Rong? In the end, they were all taken down.

Chi Yao suddenly smiled to himself. Should he team up with those guys and gather some compromising photos of Fu Rong to blackmail him?

Chi Yao shook his head immediately. Fu Rong was the one who had taken care of his and his child’s bodies in the end. It wouldn’t be right to cause him harm now. He hadn’t even thanked him properly yet; plotting against him would be ungrateful.

Right now, Chi Yao had only one goal: to stay as far away from all of these people as possible.

Inside the private room, the group was ice skating and doing illegal activities, but Chi Yao wouldn’t report them. He believed that karma would catch up to them eventually.

Another workday ended, and by the time Chi Yao got off, the people in the private room were still there, completely lost in their debauchery.

Chi Yao’s shift ended early, and the sun hadn’t set yet. He drove to the mall for a bit, planning to buy some inexpensive clothes to wear to work.

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This chapter is dedicated to, @hdouchwriovh

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