The Abusive Novel System Pleads with Me to Resign-Chapter 52

After several months in this world, Shen Ying finally got her wish and entered the most exclusive club.

With her experience in this field, she could immediately sense the stark difference in atmosphere compared to ordinary clubs.

As she walked inside, her poised demeanor made Yu Ting suspicious.

"You haven’t secretly been here before, have you?" he asked warily. "You seem way too familiar with the vibe here."

Shen Ying waved her hands dismissively. "Of course not! I’m just naturally composed."

"Besides, I’m a billionaire now. Even in a place like this, there’s no reason for me to feel nervous."

Yu Ting: "…"

"Let’s get one thing straight—just drinking. No funny business, no exchanging contact info with them, and absolutely no private meetings."

Shen Ying waved again. "I know, I know. That’s a given. I never mix business with pleasure."

Just as Yu Ting was about to nod in satisfaction, she added, "If we get too close, I’d have to keep coming back to the same ones. That’d limit my options, and honestly, that doesn’t sound cost-effective."

Yu Ting scowled. "Oh, so you’ve already thought this through, huh? Planning for the long term?"

"Let me make this clear—it’s a one-time thing. No ‘next time.’"

Shen Ying smirked. "That’s not really up to you."

Yu Ting was a regular here. As a public figure, he couldn’t casually hang out with friends in crowded places, so this high-end, ultra-private club was his usual spot.

But he’d never indulged in any flashy entertainment before—until now, all for the sake of this woman.

Frustrated but resigned, he gritted his teeth and told the manager, "Get us ten male escorts for drinks."

The manager stiffened, looking at Yu Ting with fresh eyes—like he was seeing him for the first time.

No wonder Young Master Yu never showed interest in women during his visits. So this was his real preference? The manager’s expression subtly conveyed the thought.

Yu Ting was fuming but had no way to explain himself.

He immediately turned his anger on Shen Ying. "This is all your fault. If any rumors about my ‘preferences’ start circulating, it’s on you."

Shen Ying patted his shoulder reassuringly. "Relax, the high fees here include top-tier discretion. Nothing will leak."

"And don’t act like you’re the only one suffering. Think about my poor sister—she’s already got her hands full dealing with you. If she has to handle another mess, she’ll need to learn shadow clones just to keep up."

Yu Ting rolled his eyes at her shamelessness. "Oh, so now the one taking advantage is lecturing me?"

The club’s efficiency was impressive. Soon, the manager led in a lineup of dazzlingly handsome male escorts.

True professionals, each one showcased their best assets with practiced charm.

Since they’d ordered ten, the manager clearly understood their desire for variety.

The men came in all styles, covering every possible type—even different ethnicities.

Among them was a Black man. Shen Ying had always thought Black men rarely fit her definition of handsome, but this one was exceptional.

His skin had a matte finish, flawless without a hint of oiliness. His eyes were striking—deep and soulful, like a mesmerizing sculpture.

His features were sharp, his jawline strong, his lips full and well-defined. His nose was unusually straight for his ethnicity, with just the right spacing.

He was the perfect blend of his heritage’s strengths, not to mention the natural physical advantages of his background—those long legs, that firm backside, those abs.

Shen Ying gave Yu Ting an approving nod. "Impressive, Young Master Yu. Don’t worry, with hospitality like this, I’ll make sure your project gets my full attention."

Yu Ting regretted his decision the moment the men walked in. What madness had possessed him to treat a woman to male escorts?

Seeing Shen Ying gloat only made it worse. He clenched his fists, barely resisting the urge to flip the table and call it off.

Before he could snipe back, a few oblivious escorts approached him.

Anyone who made it here had sharp instincts. It was obvious who was footing the bill—and who to prioritize.

So Yu Ting found himself surrounded.

"Young Master Yu, we’ve heard so much about you. It’s an honor to serve you tonight."

"Seeing you in person—the camera really doesn’t do you justice. You’re twice as striking in real life."

"Young Master Yu, would you like some cherries? They were air-flown in today—"

When one man actually tried to feed him fruit, Yu Ting recoiled and stood up. "Ugh, back off! Go entertain her."

Not that he needed to say it. Shen Ying was already deep in conversation with several of the men.

Though not the host, she was clearly the guest of honor. No one dared neglect her.

Plus, she was a young, beautiful woman who ordered expensive drinks without hesitation. Within minutes, every escort had racked up impressive sales—so naturally, they pulled out all the stops to please her.

The private room was instantly filled with a heady mix of hormones and dazzling beauty that left one’s eyes spinning. And when such top-tier allure was lavished entirely on you, the mental indulgence was beyond words.

Yu Ting watched Shen Ying’s practiced ease—she even knew how to balance the ‘jealousy’ between the male models. Clearly, she was an old hand at this.

The longer Yu Ting stayed, the more stifled he felt. Before long, he stormed out in frustration.

He didn’t go far, just leaned against the doorframe to catch his breath and ponder how he’d sunk to such a state.

At this moment, he even felt the world-weary urge to smoke, but a pat of his pockets reminded him he had no such habit.

Just as he was wallowing in gloom, a sharply dressed staff member approached.

The face was unfamiliar, but judging by the uniform’s rank, this must be new management.

Spotting Yu Ting, the man demanded, "What are you doing standing around? Which room are you assigned to?"

Yu Ting was baffled but instinctively pointed behind him. "I’m with this one."

The man clearly knew every room’s details by heart. He scoffed, "This is today’s most VIP guest! Instead of serving properly inside, you’re out here spacing out?"

Yu Ting’s expression turned incredulous—was he being mistaken for a male escort?

Rage flashed in his eyes, his face twisting with humiliation.

The manager sneered, "What’s with the act? You’re already in this line of work—drop the noble pretense."

"Who recruited such an unprofessional hack? Think your looks buy you the right to play coy? Get back in there. I don’t care how you do it, but make sure our guest leaves satisfied."

"If that attitude shows in front of the client, you’ll regret it."

With that, he shoved Yu Ting back into the room.

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Yu Ting was trembling with fury, his mind blank with rage.

Yet when he turned, he saw Shen Ying barely suppressing her laughter. "That guy’s got no eye for quality."

"Someone of Young Master Yu’s bearing could never be mistaken for an escort."

And she’d heard everything. Yu Ting saw black, his composure finally snapping—

"Get out. All of you, out!"

His outburst quickly cleared the room of every male model.

Cornering Shen Ying, he growled, "You’ve had your fun. Now get to work."

Shen Ying checked the time and curled her lip. "Only half an hour."

Yu Ting’s expression turned murderous, as if ready to drag her down with him.

With a sigh, Shen Ying relented. "Fine. I’ve already secured the membership anyway. Let’s—"

Yu Ting cut in, "Wait! How the hell did you get the membership? You tricked me?"

Shen Ying: "Easy. Any establishment would roll out the red carpet for a guest arriving with Young Master Yu."

Yu Ting: "But I explicitly told them not to—"

Shen Ying fixed him with a deadpan stare until realization dawned. "..."

Shen Ying: "I’ll handle the rest myself. Sabotage me, and I’ll have your sister dump you within three days."

Ignoring Yu Ting’s look of utter defeat, she continued, "Let’s begin. I’ve sent your plan—accept it."

Yu Ting eagerly opened the file, expecting some masterstroke of strategy.

But after scrolling, all he found were two words: "Pick faults."

He shook his phone, checking for errors, then stared at Shen Ying in confusion.

Shen Ying: "One million, thanks."

Yu Ting felt thoroughly played. "Two words for a million? Why not just rob me?"

Shen Ying: "Robbery’s slower. Think of the planning, the risk, the need for accomplices to split the take."

"Even hauling the cash means carrying 230 pounds. This? Just a finger tap."

Suddenly, her chin was gripped.

Yu Ting’s voice was icy. "Are you mocking me?"

Shen Ying pushed his hand away. "Not everyone has Jiang Liuxu’s sharp instincts, it seems."

Yu Ting scowled. "Enough praising that creep. What’s so great about him?"

Shen Ying: "Your task is simple—just nitpick at my sister."

A flicker of understanding crossed Yu Ting’s face. Shen Ying gave examples until it clicked, then they refined the details.

Leaving Yu Ting to digest the plan, Shen Ying went to finalize the membership.

Despite Yu Ting’s warnings, securing perks was child’s play for her. She left thoroughly satisfied.

Back home, Yu Ting nervously video-called Yu Shishi.

Though unsure of Shen Ying’s method, his natural acting chops ensured flawless execution once in character.

He eagerly showed off his new costume—different from the one Shen Ying had seen earlier, reflecting his character’s evolved arc in the shoot’s later stages.

Of course, after proving his taste in fashion, the modifications to the other costumes went much smoother. Even other characters adopted his suggestions.

Yu Ting placed his phone on the table, stepped back to show his full outfit, and spun around. "Well? What do you think?"

Yu Shishi had spent too much energy lately on Chang Ming and Jiang Liuxu, so her response to Yu Ting was naturally a bit perfunctory.

She gave her usual praise, but unexpectedly, Yu Ting didn’t react with his usual smug satisfaction. Instead, his expression darkened, and even through the screen, his displeasure was palpable.

"If you're not interested, just say so. I’m not the type to force my achievements on others. There’s no need to be so dismissive."

Yu Shishi stiffened, realizing she might have neglected him lately. He had always been the easiest to handle—just a few well-placed compliments from her mental archive, and he’d be preening.

What was going on today?

She quickly backtracked, "No, not at all! I genuinely think it looks great."

Yu Ting: "But you didn’t even notice the modifications—the part I’m most proud of. You used to spot them right away. Now, you can’t even be bothered to look properly."

"I know it’s not a big deal. Just a joint credit in costume design, just a new cutting technique, just a piece of clothing, after all."

Yu Shishi felt like cursing. Forcing herself to sound earnest, she said, "Don’t say that. All your talents are precious."

"I’ve just been a little tired these past couple of days. My eyesight’s blurry, so I didn’t see clearly."

Yu Ting seemed to accept her explanation and took a sip from the water glass beside him.

Seizing the chance to shift the topic, Yu Shishi remarked, "Is that a new cup you designed? It’s lovely. Did you make one for me too?"

Yu Ting stared at her in disbelief. "You think something this generic would suit my taste?"

Yu Shishi choked. Yu Ting did have excellent taste and a knack for design, often crafting his own personal items.

This cup, with its unusual shape, was clearly not mass-produced. She’d thought it a safe topic to smooth things over.

But now, what was his problem today? If he disliked it so much, why was he using it?

Too late. Yu Shishi braced herself as Yu Ting launched into another tirade: "We’ve only been apart for a few months. When did your taste degrade like this?"

"Shishi, I’ve always admired how sharp and passionate your perspective was. You used to pick up on the smallest details and resonate with me instantly. But now, your senses have dulled so much."

"Weren’t you supposed to be traveling? How did you end up so exhausted, so slow? Are you even the Shishi I knew?"

Yu Shishi lowered her head to hide her grimace. When she looked up again, it was with her familiar, practiced smile.

She forced a playful laugh. "Sorry! The signal here is terrible, so the video’s unclear. Let’s try again tomorrow when I find a better spot, okay?"

It took a lot of coaxing before his displeasure faded. Yu Shishi resolved not to step on any more landmines today.

She switched to a foolproof topic: "I saw your recent updates—looks like you’ve been playing a lot of mahjong?"

"Your win rate’s impressive. I remember you weren’t that good before. Didn’t expect you to improve so fast."

But Yu Ting only replied flatly, "It’s nothing. Just playing against a hopeless gambling addict. Even a pig could win against her. Nothing to be proud of."

That "gambling addict" was, of course, Shen Ying. After linking her contact info to her gaming account, Yu Ting had created a secondary account to add her as a friend, becoming one of her regular mahjong partners.

He’d suffered too many humiliations at her hands—at least on the mahjong table, he could reclaim some dignity.

Though he’d only won a few thousand from her, those wins felt especially satisfying.

Yu Shishi, unaware of this backstory, could only lament her terrible luck today.

But the days that followed proved this wasn’t just a one-off.

Yu Ting had grown increasingly critical and exacting, as if reverting to how he’d been when they first met. Back then, she’d had plenty of material to work with. Now—

Yu Shishi could clearly sense his dissatisfaction. If it were just a minor conflict, she could brush it off.

But the foundation of their relationship was her role as Yu Ting’s "understanding counterpart." She couldn’t let him start doubting whether she truly knew him at all.

So, on top of juggling Chang Ming and Jiang Liuxu, Yu Shishi now had to rack her brains daily, scrambling to pinpoint Yu Ting’s latest achievements and praise them in creative ways.

Seeing that it worked, Yu Ting couldn’t help but marvel at Shen Ying’s "professional expertise."

Then, an irrepressible thought surfaced—

Were they really sisters separated for over a decade? If Shen Ying understood Yu Shishi this well, what did that mean about Yu Shishi herself?

The methods Shen Ying had devised for him were strategies he’d never considered—and they worked. That meant Shen Ying’s perception of Yu Shishi was more accurate, more real, than his own.

But did he—really understand Yu Shishi? Or was Yu Shishi truly the person he thought he knew?

This thought was just a tiny sprout in his mind, one that Yu Ting might easily brush aside in the moment.

Just as the three of them had received effective feedback, the last one, Pei Ying, finally came knocking.

"I didn’t expect you to go this far," Pei Ying said bluntly.

"At first, I thought you were just making up excuses to swindle money out of those guys. I underestimated you. You really are Yu Shishi’s older sister—you understand her better than any of us."

His expression was complicated. He had always believed that, having grown up with Yu Shishi, he would be the one who knew her best.

Shen Ying might be skilled at manipulating people, but how well could she really understand a sister she hadn’t seen in over a decade?

Yet he had underestimated the power of blood ties, and that realization made him wary.

This woman only needed to wag her tongue to twist Yu Shishi around her finger.

He couldn’t help but be on guard. In fact, his visit today wasn’t just about gaining more of Yu Shishi’s attention—it was more about seeing Shen Ying’s tactics firsthand.

Pei Ying said, "Name your price. I need your ‘relationship consultation.’"

Shen Ying studied him deeply, naturally pleased with the unsolicited business.

Pei Ying transferred double the amount upfront and demanded, "No need to send me any documents. Like Jiang Liuxu, I want your guidance in person."

Shen Ying waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, no need. Yours is the simplest case."

Hearing this, Pei Ying felt an inexplicable surge of irritation. He refused to believe he was the easiest to handle among the four.

His bond with Yu Shishi was the deepest, and he had the most confidence in their relationship.

Pei Ying didn’t believe some cheap trick could throw Yu Shishi off balance.

But then Shen Ying continued, "All you need to do is tell her about my existence—just with a little spin to it."

Pei Ying stared at Shen Ying as if she were some demon luring him into an abyss.

"I don’t understand the logic here. Care to explain? Why would Yu Shishi paying more attention to me just because she knows about you?"

Shen Ying smiled. "You don’t need to know."

Before Pei Ying could protest, she cut him off. "Mr. Pei, you came to me because you wanted to see how I manipulate my little sister, didn’t you?"

"Now that I’m showing you, you’re demanding an explanation? Isn’t that a bit unreasonable?"

"I thought for something this underhanded, you’d have to figure it out yourself."

Pei Ying’s gaze darkened. After a long moment of deliberation, he finally dialed Yu Shishi’s number—

Her voice sounded noticeably weary. "A-Ying? What’s the matter at this hour?"

Pei Ying glanced at Shen Ying before replying, "I saw your sister again."

"This time, I didn’t miss the chance. I got her contact info. Do you want to reach out to her?"

On the other end, Yu Shishi’s expression went blank. A full minute passed in silence.

Right now, she felt nothing but exhaustion and frustration. Why did everything seem to pile up at once? As if it were all coordinated.

Yet the mention of her sister from Pei Ying’s lips sent her into a spiral of panic.

She forced herself to summon her acting skills, feigning the hesitation of someone torn between longing and fear. "After that day, I kept thinking… if I ever saw my sister again, what would I say? What would I do?"

"What if she still won’t forgive me? What if she keeps slandering our parents? I realized I’m not fully prepared to face her anger."

"I’m sorry, A-Ying. I’m a coward. Just… give me a little more time."

If this had been before, Pei Ying would have wholeheartedly sympathized, and the image of her sister as a villain would have solidified in his mind.

But now, listening to Yu Shishi’s words while watching Shen Ying—who remained composed and amused—Pei Ying felt a strange sense of dissonance, as if caught in some darkly comedic irony.

Pei Ying replied, "Alright. I’ll keep an eye on her from the shadows. After all, she’s your sister. If she runs into trouble, I’ll step in if needed."

Yu Shishi’s expression twisted, but she forced a grateful tone. "Mm! Thank you, A-Ying. As long as my sister is doing well, I’ll be at ease."

"But… it’s best if you don’t show yourself around her. I’m not sure if she’d resent you if she found out you were the one who took me away."

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What unsettled him even more was that, true to Shen Ying’s prediction, Yu Shishi began contacting him with unprecedented frequency afterward.

Most of these interactions were unnecessary, clearly her grasping for topics to fill the silence.

It was as if she were deliberately monopolizing his free time—as though guarding against something.

Pei Ying found no joy in this. But of course, he wasn’t the only one unhappy.

Yu Shishi only had so much energy to spare, and the recent demands of her four "fish" had left her drained.

When it came to priorities, Pei Ying’s side naturally carried the greater sense of urgency.

As a result, she had to cut back on time spent with others, and Chang Ming naturally became the most obvious victim.

So it didn’t take long for Chang Ming to confront Shen Ying, demanding, "Did you also give those three guys a 'romance strategy plan'?"

Shen Ying didn’t bother hiding it: "That’s right. And once again, I have to thank Mr. Chang for the advertising effect."

Chang Ming gritted his teeth. "Now my advantage is gone. How does this count as a successful mission?"

Shen Ying remained unflustered. "Apologies, but the agreed-upon phase of the task has already been completed. Your complaint cannot be processed."

Chang Ming, furious, snapped, "Do I just want Yu Shishi’s temporary attention? I want to stay ahead of those three!"

Hearing this, Shen Ying flashed a professional sales smile. "Oh, in that case, it’s simple."

"Dear valued customer, you’ve already experienced the 'Basic Romance Strategy Package.' Now, allow me to recommend the 'Intermediate Romance Strategy Package.'"

"It guarantees to boost your competitiveness again, putting you firmly in the lead. If you upgrade now, you’ll be the first to enjoy this premium service—definitely leaving the other three in the dust."

Chang Ming was utterly dumbfounded—

So there were freaking tiers to this thing?!