The Abusive Novel System Pleads with Me to Resign-Chapter 66

"Next time, we can all hang out together."

Jiang Liuxu suddenly spoke up. "How exactly are you planning to arrange that?"

Shen Ying shrugged. "The chef and I aren’t that close yet. Wouldn’t it be awkward to invite him alone? Of course, it’d be better if both brothers came."

Yu Ting scoffed. "You’re not worried about being awkward—you’re just up to no good."

He turned to the mixed-race boy and warned, "This woman is bad news. If you don’t want to get tricked and taken advantage of, stay away from her."

There was something telling about Yu Ting’s words—how did he know what it felt like to be taken advantage of?

Luckily, no one had time to dwell on it before the young man blushed and smiled. "It’s okay. Sister Ying is a good person."

"She’s not like the people out there. When one of our friends’ moms was seriously ill and needed money, she almost got exploited by some shady guys. Sister Ying stepped in and paid for the surgery, saying she believed my friend could earn the money back."

"Don’t talk about Sister Ying like she’s some villain. Even if you’re her friends, I’ll get mad."

The four men + Yu Shishi: "…"

They looked at the table full of naive youngsters, their eyes filled with admiration and trust for Shen Ying, and for a moment, they didn’t know whether to laugh at their stupidity or at the fact that they themselves didn’t even get the same treatment as a bunch of students.

Naturally, Shen Ying basked in the praise, ruffling the young man’s hair with a grin. "Hahaha, you’re making me blush."

Then she turned to Pei Ying. "Oh, by the way, this kid wants to be a singer. He’s also a freelance composer."

"I’ve listened to his songs—they’re really high quality and full of personality."

"Didn’t you just invest in a movie, Pei Ying? You must have connections in the industry."

Given Pei Ying's status, even if he didn't have connections, a single word from him would attract countless willing favors.

Shen Ying said, "Could I trouble President Pei to make an introduction? Just so reliable producers in the industry can recognize this kid's talent."

Pei Ying replied expressionlessly, "I don’t know any music producers."

Shen Ying shrugged. "Fair enough. Asking you might be too roundabout. I just instinctively thought you were the most capable—that you could solve any problem."

"I must’ve overestimated your influence, my apologies."

Pei Ying nearly choked on his rising blood pressure.

But Shen Ying had already shifted her focus to Yu Ting. "You’re the one in the industry. Help our young friend get a foot in the door, won’t you?"

Yu Ting scoffed. "Why should I use my connections for him? Do I even know him? What’s our relationship?"

Shen Ying countered, "Consider it repaying a favor. Back then, I pulled you up. Now it’s your turn to pull my friend up."

Yu Ting retorted, "I paid for that."

His ears flushed slightly, and he averted his gaze. "And I paid more than just money."

Shen Ying sighed. "Now you’re just being petty. When you were in a pinch, did I exploit the situation? Doesn’t that count as goodwill?"

"I thought we weren’t just some cold transactional relationship."

Yu Ting almost sneered that he’d prefer a cold transaction over her cashing in favors for some random guy.

But hearing those words from her still warmed him somewhere deep inside.

With a cold hum, Yu Ting was about to agree when a thought struck him.

His reluctant expression suddenly brightened with enthusiasm. "Fine. I’ll call up the top producers in the industry when I get back."

"If your friend is as talented as you claim, he won’t go unnoticed."

Shen Ying grinned. "Absolutely. Trust my judgment—this kid’s future in music will rival yours in film."

Yu Ting wanted to mock her blind faith in the mixed-blood brat, but then he remembered Shen Ying’s instincts—

His gaze swept over the group of young men and women, and for the first time, he noticed their raw potential.

Not just in looks, but in intangible qualities that set them apart.

Like the girl who’d been clinging to Shen Ying earlier. She wasn’t stunning at first glance, but there was an infectious charm about her—the kind that made strangers smile just looking at her.

That was what they called "screen magnetism."

Beyond her sweet, likable demeanor, her features stood out even among typical girl-next-door types.

With a bit of luck, someone like her could go far in the industry.

The others were similar, each carrying untapped strengths in their own ways.

A sudden sense of urgency gripped Yu Ting. Would he one day become as replaceable as that chef?

So he doubled down, eager to prove his worth. "Don’t worry, the producer I introduce will definitely make him a star. If he’s interested, I can even hook him up with an agency."

He’d make sure to pick the strictest producer and the most workaholic agent. Let the kid enjoy the nonstop grind of fame.

If he still had time to organize some "bro hangout" later, he'd eat his own name backward.

The mixed-race teenager was naturally overjoyed and thanked them repeatedly.

The atmosphere had reached a point of cheerful harmony by now.

Yu Shishi said, "In that case, let's not disturb my sister and her friends while they eat."

She was afraid staying any longer might just kill her with frustration.

Yu Ting still refused to give up: "I helped you with such a big favor, and you won’t even come over for a drink?"

Shen Ying: "No, maybe next time."

Seeing her firm stance, Yu Ting could only leave the private room in a huff.

Then he noticed Jiang Liuxu walking beside him, completely unbothered, and couldn’t resist sneering: "Weren’t you so tough when we were spamming memes at each other?"

"What’s with the sudden silence? See that? Even without dragging her to the club, she’s still surrounded by admirers."

"When I tried to call her over, not a single person backed me up. I really don’t know where some people get the confidence to think they still stand a chance."

He added mockingly, "Oh right, I forgot Dr. Jiang has unique tastes—maybe you were even enjoying the scene just now. My mistake."

Jiang Liuxu scoffed: "The reason I didn’t back you up is because your approach was downright idiotic."

"Need some water? Your throat sounds dry from all that useless talking, yet you couldn’t even get her to budge an inch."

Yu Ting sneered: "If you’re so capable, why don’t you try calling her over? I’ll admit defeat if you can pull it off."

"Now that the moment’s passed, you suddenly feel like bragging, huh?"

Jiang Liuxu ignored him, his gaze darkening as he murmured, "Who said the moment’s passed?"

Back in the private room, Jiang Liuxu announced, "I need to grab something from my car. Excuse me for a moment."

Yu Shishi: "What is it that can’t wait? Why not go after we finish eating?"

Jiang Liuxu smiled: "By then, it’ll be too late."

With that, he leisurely walked out and took the elevator down to the parking garage.

Once there, he headed straight to his car.

He retrieved an item, then promptly returned upstairs without delay.

When he re-entered the private room, the others only saw a box in his hand. Yu Shishi even assumed it was a second gift for her, her face lighting up with excitement.

But Jiang Liuxu walked directly toward the restroom instead.

The restaurant’s private room restroom was lavishly designed—spacious, with a full-length mirror above the wide sink, a high-tech smart toilet, and even a lounge area.

There wasn’t a trace of unpleasant odor, only the fragrance of scented candles and fresh flowers.

But no matter how comfortable it was, that wasn’t a reason to stay in there for so long.

After what felt like ages with no sign of Jiang Liuxu emerging, the group began to murmur—

"Did the guy get flushed down the toilet or something?"

At Yu Shishi’s prompting, Chang Ming got up and knocked on the door: "You okay in there?"

The moment he spoke, the restroom door opened, and Jiang Liuxu stepped out.

His expression was calm, save for a faint flush on his face.

But since everyone had had a few drinks by then, the slight redness didn’t seem out of place.

Yu Shishi asked with concern, "What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Jiang Liuxu pulled out his phone while sparing a moment to reply, "No, just straightened my clothes a bit."

Yu Shishi noticed the box he’d taken into the restroom wasn’t brought back out. Could it be some clothing accessory?

But ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‍Jiang Liuxu’s outfit looked unchanged.

She wanted to ask more, but he was already engrossed in his phone.

He opened a chat, sent a photo, and attached a message.

Then he pocketed his phone. Nearby, Yu Ting sneered, "What? Couldn’t handle the embarrassment after your boast, so you had to take a lap around the parking lot and hide in the restroom this long to recover?"

"Hardly. I was just making conversation. Since when did you become so thin-skinned?"

Jiang Liuxu shot him a glance but stayed silent.

Meanwhile, in another private room, Shen Ying was happily drinking with her younger siblings.

Having single-handedly secured the mixed-race boy’s future, Shen Ying’s lofty reputation among them rose even higher.

No one doubted the legitimacy—after all, this was Yu Ting, the entertainment industry’s top-tier powerhouse with equal clout in talent and popularity.

One call from him could grant them the golden ticket they’d dreamed of.

Everyone celebrated the boy’s good fortune, showering Shen Ying with even more effusive affection.

Shen Ying, in high spirits, was enjoying the sweet attentions of a girl peeling shrimp for her when a notification chimed.

She pulled out her phone and opened the message—only to jolt upright at the enlarged photo that filled the screen.

In the image, Dr. Jiang’s jacket was shed, his tie loosened, and several buttons of his white shirt undone as he reclined against a chair.

His face was slightly flushed, but what drew the eye more was the glimpse of a crimson rope knot peeking from beneath the parted shirt.

Beneath it, a caption read:

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