I Never Wanted It to Turn Out Like This

His Merit instantly dropped below a thousand, though he still had three thousand popularity points. Qin Fen held the QR code, unsure whether to try it. As he stared gloomily at his phone, that obnoxious voice rang out again. "Qin Fen, are you done yet? Say something!"

How awkward was it to use the toilet without bringing paper? What Qin Fen wanted to say was that he was a grown man who usually carried cigarettes and a lighter, but never paper. Luckily, he wasn't actually using the toilet. But how the hell was he supposed to explain that?

What irritated Big Chef most was how this guy clung to him like a burr. Were they even that close? Was Fu Qiang planning to stick around afterward so they could eat dinner and go sing karaoke together? What the hell? Qin Fen had come here to look backstage, and now he was stuck staring at a toilet bowl.

Should I get out of here? Torn, Qin Fen gritted his teeth and activated the Invisibility Talisman. Three hundred Merit went down the drain. Before he knew it, his remaining credit was nearing rock bottom.

He needed to put a Merit-earning scheme on the agenda, and soon. One moment he'd been rich; the next, he was a beggar. What a miserable feeling. Qin Fen rose with a bitter look and unlocked the stall door.

Fu Qiang was frustrated. He really was interested in Big Chef, but unfortunately, Qin Fen didn't swing that way. Fu Qiang had his plans: the money they could make from publishing a book was a minor benefit. More importantly, Qin Fen had the goods. Wasn't that how Song Shaoqing had built up his vast network of connections? The wine and tea might not be quite as miraculous as he'd