Special Agent’s Rebirth: The Almighty Goddess of Quick Transmigration - Chapter 287

“Xue’er, didn’t you want a Bloody Mary?” Lin Hua’s doting voice rang out. “It’s crowded, so I’ll go queue for you.”

As he passed by Ye Shaohua, his gaze didn’t even flicker in her direction.

Back in university, Lin Hua had been the heartthrob of the campus, while Su Xue was the belle of the English department.

The woman wore a beautiful light green dress, her wavy hair cascading lazily over her shoulders.

The two of them standing together made for a striking pair.

Su Xue glanced at Ye Shaohua and cooed in a sickly sweet tone, “Senior Ye, I heard your mom’s been setting you up on blind dates at home?”

Her eyes flicked to the bottle of soy sauce in Ye Shaohua’s hand, and the mockery in her gaze grew even more pronounced.

“Xue’er, how did you know about that?” the girl who had first called out Ye Shaohua asked in surprise.

“Oh, the manager under my dad went on a date with her last time,” Su Xue said with a light laugh. “You might not know him—Manager Yu. He’s been working under my dad for over a decade. I even call him ‘Uncle.’”

“Ohhh…” The group of onlookers exchanged meaningful glances, dragging out the syllable.

“I heard the talented Ye was going to A University. But my friend said they haven’t seen you there?” one of them couldn’t resist chiming in.

They’d all heard bits and pieces about Ye Shaohua’s situation.

Rumor had it that she’d become a shut-in, hadn’t pursued grad school, and had rushed to get her diploma and degree before retreating home to mooch off her parents.

No one said it outright, but the way they looked at her now was dripping with condescension.

Someone like Ye Shaohua was nothing more than gossip fodder for them.

Ye Shaohua adjusted her glasses—old-fashioned and unfashionable—and was about to walk around them when the bar manager suddenly rushed out after her.

“Miss Ye! Miss Ye, please wait!” The manager panted as he caught up, then respectfully handed her a bottle of liquor. “The boss said your father enjoys drinking, so he wanted to give you this from his personal collection.”

The group turned to stare.

The manager was slightly bent at the waist, his expression deferential.

“Manager Xu?” Su Xue and the others gaped at him in shock.

Only after Ye Shaohua took the bottle did Manager Xu finally relax. “Take care, Miss Ye.”

This bar wasn’t just any establishment—those in the know understood the weight of its backer. Few dared to cause trouble at Nightfall.

Even Manager Xu wasn’t someone ordinary people could afford to offend. Su Xue and her friends usually had to suck up to him.

When Lin Hua returned with Su Xue’s Bloody Mary, he was met with this bizarre scene.

Ye Shaohua casually stuffed the liquor into the bag with her soy sauce, then leisurely flagged down a taxi and left.

Behind her, the group stood frozen, their faces a mix of shock and disbelief.

…..

Ye Shaohua didn’t give the night’s events a second thought.

“Where’d this liquor come from?” Ye Cheng eyed the bottle covered in strange symbols that his daughter had brought home.

“I picked it up while buying soy sauce. It was on sale,” Ye Shaohua said, carelessly thunking the seven-figure bottle onto the table. “Didn’t really want it since it was heavy, but I remembered you like drinking, so I brought it back.”

Ye Cheng didn’t find anything odd about her explanation—he was just touched that she’d thought of him.

He decided he’d take this precious gift from his daughter when he visited the Bai family.

Lately, he’d been worried sick about Ye Sinian, but Ye Shaohua’s small gesture of consideration lifted his spirits, easing some of that anxiety.

Soon enough, General Bai’s invitation arrived.

The Bai residence was in a military compound, and security was tight all the way there.

Since this was a dinner for an old comrade and benefactor, General Bai took it seriously.

Madam Bai, however, couldn’t hide her subtle disdain for Ye Cheng’s lack of etiquette, though she kept it off her face.

“This is liquor Shaohua bought for me,” Ye Cheng said proudly, emphasizing, “with her own money.”

He placed the bottle on the table.

Madam Bai frowned at what she assumed was some cheap swill.

Just then, Ye Shaohua’s phone buzzed.

She’d been about to ignore it, but the caller ID gave her pause. Excusing herself, she stepped outside to answer.

Ye Cheng chuckled. “Must be one of her online friends. That kid’s been making a lot of connections on the internet lately.”

“Girls shouldn’t have too many online friends,” Madam Bai said, her disapproval evident.

Compared to the high-ranking military connections Ye Sinian had, Ye Shaohua’s so-called “friends” were nothing but riffraff.

She couldn’t fathom why Ye Cheng and Du Man doted on Ye Shaohua so much.

“Jim and Benji both received your blueprints,” a deep, magnetic voice hummed through the phone. “Miss Ye, you wouldn’t play favorites, would you?”

A soft laugh followed.

Ye Shaohua rolled her eyes. “Mr. Yun, just have your people contact me later.”

Yun Nuo wasn’t surprised she’d figured out it was him.

A few minutes later, Ye Shaohua returned to the dining room, phone in hand.

“Shaohua, who were you talking to? One of those online friends your dad mentioned?” Madam Bai asked perfunctorily.

Ye Shaohua replied flatly, “Yeah. Just some deadbeat shut-ins with big ideas.”

Madam Bai didn’t press further.

She knew Ye Shaohua was a homebody—her friends were undoubtedly the same kind of jobless, basement-dwelling types.

It was impossible for her to feel any fondness for Ye Shaohua. She’d heard about the girl’s situation, and when Ye Cheng proudly mentioned she’d earned money herself, Madam Bai had asked how much.

Two thousand yuan.

That was it.

And he was happy about that?

She truly didn’t understand Ye Cheng and Du Man.

A single mission’s rewards and honors for Ye Sinian were beyond anything Ye Shaohua could ever hope to achieve.

“Old Ye, I know you’re worried about Sinian,” General Bai said warmly. “After we finish drinking, I’ll take you to the Yun family’s military base. She’s off-duty today—I’ll get you in.”

He took another sip of his drink.

Then paused.

“Wait… this liquor—?” Recognizing the label, General Bai’s hand trembled.