Chapter 577: 394.
The bathroom in the Xiangchuan Center Suite, has a unified decor style.
The entire south wall is covered with Italy-imported mirror waterproof special wallpaper, with the marble washstand mounted at the wallpaper’s waistline. This special wallpaper essentially serves as an enormous mirror, capable of reflecting every detail of the bathroom’s interior on the wall, yet it’s lightweight. As for its functionality, it can be used as a mirror for washing or dressing; visually, it enlarges the spatial perception of the already spacious bathroom by more than double; and, of course... its most wonderful feature, not needing to be mentioned, is that you can see everything reflected in the mirror no matter what you do in the bathroom - be it under the shower or in the bathtub.
Su Di wearing a soft snow-white towel-style bathrobe, is brushing her teeth and rinsing her mouth noisily in front of this enormous "washing mirror."
In the mirror, she can clearly see the snow-white toothpaste froth seeping from the corners of her lips. Her flushed cheeks highlighted with a touch of Feihong, her unmade-up face, brows slender and arched like the moon, without the need for an eyebrow pencil, showing a hint of cute domesticity; beneath the bathrobe, the newly donned bright red lace bra and panties are already in place, and at the coarse tied neckline of the bathrobe, if you peer carefully downward, you can see her voluptuous breasts enticingly revealing through the vibrant red cups, still sensual and enchanting, yet brimming with youthful vitality... Perhaps, in this moment, while brushing teeth and rinsing mouth, she can fully see the perfect intersection of her real age and true charm in the mirror reflection.
She spits out the last mouthful of lukewarm water, her mouth full of refreshing fragrance, but gazing at her reflection in the mirror, she becomes flushed with embarrassment and frustration, almost wanting to stamp her feet, her nose tingling, with tears almost welling up in her eyes:
But Su Di can’t even deceive herself; this lifestyle, she can’t return to...
She’s already accustomed to merely holding the "T-tier model" title in the company, paying social insurance but not actually attending work; her real income comes from certain special channels... like Feihong, Sister Cheng’s "direct assignments" from the company group’s president’s office, or "friends" like Mr. Shi.
Su Di is quite wealthy, even to the extent that her wealth is unimaginable to her parents back home. Perhaps for this very reason, she finds herself unable to escape the peripheral woman world, which she knows is actually unbearable and humiliating. When money comes too easily, too plentifully, there’s no need for coercion or control because money is like a drug; the happiness and short-lived satisfaction it can bring, along with vanity and unrestrained indulgence, are all real and irresistibly magical. When you’re used to staying at the Intercontinental Marriott Med Club, occasionally staying at a Holiday Inn seems dirty and poor, the wait staff all seem unpleasant to you, let alone staying at Home Inns; when you’re used to riding in BMWs, Mercedes, and Porsche, taking a taxi occasionally feels uncomfortable, explaining your destination more to the driver seems bothersome, let alone squeezing into a bus... When you’re accustomed to partying all night long, enduring some physical humiliation and teasing, sometimes even gaining some excitement and pleasure, you can earn tens of thousands in RMB, rarely going to work and facing the supervisor feels disheartening, let alone doing hard labor.
Different worlds, different classes, may have peripheral intersections, but it’s easy to ascend, difficult to descend.
Different worlds, different values, may have peripheral intersections, but it’s easy to enter, difficult to exit.
She’s accustomed... She refuses to admit she’s selling herself, yet she cannot escape the lifestyle of trading her body for income. Moreover... she’s fairly skilled at it. Whether it’s beguiling men with allure, teasing them with experience, serving them with obedience, or engaging in diverse roleplays, she feels rather adept at it, sometimes even laughing at herself: maybe her talents are best suited for these actions rather than being a model or playing badminton... Of course, she cannot abandon those pursuits; she still needs to rigorously exercise her physique and maintain a certain level of badminton training.
This still boils down to the "value" issue. Men of status definitely do not simply enjoy deceiving and playing with girls; they prefer deceiving and playing with "girls of status." Her identity cannot merely be a peripheral woman; she must be a model, and a T-tier model at that, as well as a badminton athlete, formerly a provincial team member.
This is also the peripheral intersection of different worlds; it’s her most skillfully played professional stance.
With her status, places like Feihong, occasionally making an appearance for just two or three hours, no need to stay overnight, earns her nearly ten thousand. Some models’ monthly earnings don’t even reach that amount, and no one can force her; if she doesn’t like it, she doesn’t go, opting to play wildly outside, sometimes even flirt with "boyfriends," pretending to be a demure and adorable princess in front of them. She particularly likes the ambiance and "rules" of Feihong; there, she can freely express herself, using a top-down view to deceive herself: I don’t belong to this world, I’m merely here for fun.