Deadly Game: Almighty Boss’s Guide to Making Money

Chapter 1016. The Infinite Time-Space Hotel (56)

"Huh?" Meng Ye's two younger sisters both exclaimed softly.

Meng Ye's mother sighed.

"What a pity, such a good child."

"Yes, what a pity," Meng said, then returned to his bedroom.

——I’m so…

Can't you let me see if she's really sad or not?

—She must be heartbroken, otherwise why would she be secretly crying?

—I just want to know why she's acting so strangely.

—I'd like to know too.

—Is it possible that it's innate?

—That's unlikely; something must have happened.

——Where is this again?
—How dark it is!
—This must be hell!
—What the heck? Isn't this a coffee shop?

It's not that dark; you'll get used to it.

—Is it a coffee shop, or a coffee shop inside a dance hall?

—It seems like there are people dancing outside, and you can have coffee here.

—Hey? Isn't that Ping'er?
—What is Ping'er doing?

—She looks like a waiter at a coffee shop.

--Yes.

Ping'er was making coffee for someone while joking and laughing with them, then fluttering around like a happy butterfly.

Meng Ye sat on one side of the coffee shop, propping his chin up with his hand, a quiet and aloof smile on his face, watching Ping'er move among a group of men.

—Does anyone else feel that this looks familiar?

—It's as if 105 is acting as the front desk?
—No, no, although 105 is also happy and likes to joke around with people, 105 gives people a more sunny feeling.

—Don't compare Ping'er, who is in her 20s, with 105, who is 50. It's unfair.

Ping'er's demeanor was somewhat... frivolous.

—Yes, yes, that description is very accurate. Both are jokes, but 105 is more natural, while Ping'er is a bit exaggerated.

Although Meng Ye was just sitting quietly, he still attracted a lot of attention. This was because Meng Ye's clothes were not quiet; under the lights, they kept flashing fluorescent light.

It's impossible for anyone to not see her.

Several groups of people have already come over to chat with her, and some have even asked her to dance.

"No, thank you," Meng always politely declined.

Two more people came in.

--Huh?

—Is it Zhao Cheng?

--Yes.

—This was...when they first met?
--should be.

Ping'er poured Meng Ye a glass of cool boiled water, which Meng Ye was drinking half-heartedly, unaware of the two people in it.

Lin Xi and the other four did not sit down, but stood next to Meng Ye.

Although there were many seats in the coffee shop, they were worried that if they sat down, someone would come and sit in their seats and accidentally sit on their laps.

—Is the other person Damin?
—I don't know, does anyone know what Damin looks like?

—He must be very handsome, otherwise why would Ping'er cry like that?

—Ping'er's crying seems to have nothing to do with whether he's handsome or not.

Many scumbags aren't handsome, but for some reason, many girls are drawn to them like moths to a flame.

—Wait a minute, I'm sure, this person is Damin. —How are you sure?
He's not handsome, rather thin, and not very tall. And doesn't he look a bit like someone else?

—You mean the boss? Doesn't seem like it!
—Well, it does look a little bit like it.

——Fuck!!!
—Have we solved the mystery so quickly?

—If this is the person Meng Ye loves most, then we can find the reason why she is in so much pain even though she doesn't seem to love her boss.

—Wow, those warnings Meng Ye gave Ping'er later weren't meant for himself, were they?

—Do you know what I'm most afraid to hear you say right now?

—What I fear most is hearing you say that you've only just realized that the person you love most is Damin.

—But it's good, having someone like that around gives you a reason to do whatever you want. And you can hurt anyone and still have a reason; no one can argue with a dead person.

—Oh my god, no way!
Why not?
—But if Meng Ye loves Damin so much, why doesn't she just be with him?
—Can you please stop making wild guesses?
First of all, this person doesn't look like the boss at all. He's not handsome, rather thin, and not very tall.

Secondly, it's impossible for Meng to remain so calm when faced with the sudden death of the person she loves at the age of 24.

Finally, the fact that Damin later had Xiaoyuan shows that he didn't actually love Mengye that much.

—At this moment, Meng Ye was frighteningly rational, so how could she fall in love with someone who didn't love her that much?

—I agree with everything else, but I cannot agree with that last sentence.

Love is irrational; many people fall in love with someone who doesn't love them back.

—Hey, let's keep watching, can you please stop acting like a relationship guru?

—Yes, yes, just look at it.

Zhao Cheng and Damin sat down opposite Meng Ye.

Meng, who was looking at the cup, noticed this, looked up, and stared at the two of them expressionlessly.

—Holy crap, I suddenly realized that Meng Ye's personality is quite irresistible to men.

—No, Meng Ye's personality isn't very appealing to men, but it's very appealing to young boys.

—Yeah, now I understand why her boyfriends are all so young.

—Maybe older people will think she's faking it?
—But I don’t think she was faking it; she really was, even in the heat she exuded a chilling aura.

"Hello, may I have this dance?"

The first to speak was not Zhao Cheng, but the boy next to him, whose name was unknown.

"Thank you, but no, it's alright." Meng politely declined.

Seeing that his companion had been coldly rejected, Zhang Cheng remained silent, but instead ordered another cup of coffee and spoke to Ping'er.

"Ping'er, give the extra cup to this gentleman..."

“Brother, my friend doesn’t drink coffee,” Ping’er said, directly refusing on Meng Ye’s behalf. “She only drinks water.”

"Oh, okay, then you can have the extra cup!" Zhang Cheng said. "You must be tired after running around all afternoon and evening."

"Alright, then I won't stand on ceremony." Ping'er said with a smile.

Zhang Cheng took out the money and placed it on Ping'er's tray.

"keep the change."

As Zhang Cheng and the others sat down at a table some distance away, Ping'er whispered in Meng Ye's ear.

"Xiao Ye, you just sit here, and I'll get plenty of coffee and tips."

Meng smiled and nodded to Ping'er.

—Um, I have a question.

Meng Ye isn't actually that pretty, is she?

—Yes, it's just ordinary.

—But why is it that, regardless of whether they are young or old, so many people always treat her to drinks and food?
—Perhaps, she stands out from the crowd in this dance hall and coffee shop?

—But what about that hotel? She's 50 years old, what gives her the right to do that?
First, she doesn't look 50. Second, she was genuinely sincere, unlike how she is now.

—Now, she treats people very well, for example, to Ping'er.