Chapter 99: Her Burden
The VVIP room was lavish—red velvet seats, gold-plated wall trims, and a chandelier that could probably fund a small country. But no matter how extravagant it looked, the air inside felt suffocating.
Su Jinhe sat comfortably with his legs crossed, a glass of overpriced wine in one hand and the menu already tossed aside.
Dishes were being placed one after another—sea cucumber, foie gras, abalone, sushi, wagyu, the most expensive entries checked off like a shopping list.
And he was already halfway through his second course, chewing loudly like he owned the place.
"Tch. Can you believe the nerve of that waitress earlier?" he scoffed between bites, not even looking at her.
"She said I wasn’t on the list, told me to wait outside! Do they not know who I am?! I told her, ’You think you’re above me just because you work at a fancy place? You’re still just a glorified servant.’ Damn brat almost cried."
He laughed, shoving more food into his mouth while Su Meilin just sat across from him, silent.
She didn’t touch her water, let alone order anything.
"And you," he pointed at her with his chopsticks, bits of food still on his lips, "look at you. What kind of daughter can’t even greet her father properly?"
"Sitting there like a damn statue. You think just because you’re playing house with that man, you’re some high-class woman now?"
His words cut sharp, cruel and casual at the same time.