I Only Care About Making Money And Not Love. I'm The Best Professional Simp!
Ch. 4 - Studying While Getting Beaten, My Name is Lu Xing, You Better Remember It!

"The curve in a magnetic field..."

Song Junzhu pulled a chair to sit beside Lu Xing, her pen constantly writing on a piece of paper.

Her full, red lips uttered one professional term after another. 

Her seaweed-like curly hair was all swept back, revealing a section of her fair, slender neck. Only when the glasses on her nose slipped down would she spare a moment to push them up.

Lu Xing hadn't expected Song Junzhu to do it for real!

She was actually tutoring him!

In one afternoon, she had gone through the entire framework of knowledge points. Areas that Lu Xing hadn't understood before suddenly became crystal clear after her explanation.

Staring at Song Junzhu's exquisite and bewitching side profile, Lu Xing couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

As expected.

A serious woman is the most beautiful!

He had only ever seen Song Junzhu's crazy side before; he never expected her to be so professional when she was working.

"What are you looking at me for? Are there words on my face? Look at your book!"

Alright then.

A classic teacher's phrase instantly pulled Lu Xing back to reality.

He quickly handed a cup of warm water to Song Junzhu's side, lowered his head, and admitted his mistake with a slight wobble of his cat ears.

"Sorry, Professor Song, I got distracted."

Song Junzhu took the water and had a sip, instantly moisturizing her dry throat. She closed the book.

"That's all for today. We'll talk about the rest tomorrow."

Lu Xing was shocked.

Wait, you're going to have another maternal outburst tomorrow?

Has Song Junzhu lost her mind? She's not doing her research work and is tutoring me instead?

However, as a professional simp, the most important thing was to be completely obedient to the client.

"Okay, Professor Song, I'm looking forward to it!"

The young male servant's cheerful and pleasantly surprised voice dispersed Song Junzhu's fatigue, making the corners of her mouth lift unconsciously.

Ding.

A crisp notification sound.

Song Junzhu picked up her phone and saw a wedding invitation sent by a colleague from the university. 

Her expression instantly darkened.

Wedding, wedding.

The matter of her fiancé running away appeared in her mind again, reminding her at every moment—

Your life has a stain on it!

A crazed look flashed through Song Junzhu's cool, alluring eyes. She glanced at the darkening sky and said faintly.

"Get the red wine from the wine cabinet."

Lu Xing's relaxed nerves instantly tensed up, and he immediately stood up.

"Of course, Professor Song."

It's coming!

Every time night fell, after drinking wine, Song Junzhu would become the Psycho PRO MAX version.

Her mental state at that time was simply...

She could silence anyone with a single word! 

(TL: The original phrase 一说一个不吱声 (yī shuō yīgè bù zīshēng) means to be so domineering or powerful in speech that others are too intimidated to reply.)

For his other clients, Lu Xing generally provided emotional value.

Only Song Junzhu was different.

She paid more, so she had SVIP privileges.

The dark red liquid slid into the wine glass. 

Song Junzhu sat before the floor-to-ceiling window and took a sip of the expensive red wine.

Lu Xing carried a box and placed it beside Song Junzhu.

"Professor Song, the items are here."

"Mm," Song Junzhu acknowledged, her eyes still gazing somberly at the neon-lit skyscrapers outside the window.

Lu Xing glanced at Song Junzhu, who seemed about to be swallowed by the night, and went to clear the dining table on his own.

He felt that what Song Junzhu needed wasn't a professional simp, but a mental hospital.

Song Junzhu had long been burdened by the high expectations of those around her. Everyone said she should succeed, that she must succeed.

This was what led to her deep-seated hatred of failure!

She couldn't accept failure, but her fiancé's escape had dealt a heavy blow to her perfectly successful life.

Objectively speaking, it wasn't that big of a deal.

A person isn't a banknote, how could everyone like you?

But Song Junzhu just couldn't get over this mental block.

That's why Lu Xing felt she most needed to go to a mental hospital to treat her psychological illness.

But it didn't matter.

Lu Xing lowered his head and continued to wipe the table. 

Song Junzhu didn't need his sympathy.

A worker feeling sorry for a capitalist, as if he was gonna stoop that low!

(TL: 那真的是贱得不轻！" (Nà zhēnde shì jiàn de bù qīng!) it's a Chinese idiom to denunce a type of behavior, in this case, feeling sorry for someone rich when you are a worker who is being exploited by him/her)

...

Half an hour later.

Song Junzhu stood up shakily, her hair scattered around her face. She leaned against the wall, staring drunkenly at Lu Xing.

Lu Xing was obediently tidying the tabletop.

The warm light fell on top of his head, and Song Junzhu felt like she was seeing a little angel.

But upon seeing Lu Xing's face, the smile in Song Junzhu's eyes was instantly eroded by coldness.

"Bastard..."

Remembering the news of her fiancé running away, remembering the gossiping expressions of the people around her at the time...

Song Junzhu's mind was instantly filled with rage!

She had drunk half a bottle of red wine and her body was weak. 

Staggering, she tripped over the box on the floor and fell forward uncontrollably!

The next second.

The expected pain did not arrive.

Song Junzhu looked up dizzily and saw Lu Xing's detestable face.

But he just had to say the most affectionate and gentle words.

"Professor Song, are you alright?"

"Shut up!"

Song Junzhu, with a strength that came from God-knows-where, violently shoved Lu Xing to the ground!

She swayed and sat down on the floor, flipping open the lid of the box.

Song Junzhu's brow furrowed, an astonishingly bewitching light erupting in her eyes.

Here we go again.

Lu Xing's temples throbbed.

Even now, he still felt that Song Junzhu's methods were both psycho and crazy!

Who finds a substitute for their enemy, locks them in a villa, and tortures them?

Finally.

Song Junzhu selected a suitable tool. She tilted her head back and drained the red wine in her hand!

The dark red liquid trickled down her delicate, fair chin, all the way to her slender neck.

After finishing the wine, Song Junzhu casually tossed the glass aside.

She bent down, gripped Lu Xing's neck tightly, and forced his head up!

Song Junzhu looked down on Lu Xing arrogantly. His everything, even his breath, was under her control!

Everything was clearly in her grasp.

But when Song Junzhu saw the sadness in Lu Xing's eyes, her heart still instinctively ached!

Soft-hearted?

Impossible!

Didn't I get him here precisely to see him suffer?

Accepting punishment on behalf of her fiancé was the sole meaning of Lu Xing's existence.

Her alcohol-addled brain didn't allow Song Junzhu to think too much. She uttered a short sentence from on high.

"Are you ready?"

Looking at Song Junzhu's ever-changing expression, Lu Xing gave himself a thumbs-up in his mind—

I'm a fucking genius!

Good thing I put on a few extra layers of clothes. It won't even hurt when she hits me!

...

As a qualified Time Management Master...

The rational use of time is the key to success.

You can be as crazy as you want.

Lu Xing calmly reviewed the relevant content about electromagnetic fields in his mind.

Lu Xing felt that he thoroughly deserved to earn this money!

After an unknown amount of time...

Lu Xing had almost finished reviewing all the knowledge points in his head when Song Junzhu's drunkenness completely took over and she collapsed.

"Is it over?"

"That was a bit short today."

Sensing no movement behind him, Lu Xing hammered his numb, kneeling legs and staggered up from the floor.

Song Junzhu's hair was spread across the floor like a tide. 

Her dark-green nightdress was bunched up at her knees, revealing a section of her smooth calf.

Lu Xing stepped right over her.

Only after neatly placing his books back into his schoolbag did he turn to look at Song Junzhu.

Song Junzhu seemed to be sleeping unhappily, her brows tightly furrowed, her long eyelashes trembling restlessly, casting a small shadow.

"You're so well-behaved when you're asleep. Why are you so fierce when you're awake?"

Lu Xing's hands went under Song Junzhu's legs, and he easily picked her up and walked towards the bathroom.

Cleaning up after the client was also part of a professional simp's professional integrity.