Chapter 17: A Tempest in the Yoga Studio?
Before long, Su Bai had handled all the formalities related to the yoga studio. To him, the studio was merely a gift from the system; its profits or losses were of no consequence. Even if it incurred losses, the mere possession of the place was a victory.
Thus, Su Bai resolved to grant all employees a raise. He also confirmed that Xiaomeng would be the new manager of the yoga studio. Though the previous manager harboured some discontent, the promise of a salary increase swiftly quelled any objections.
When Su Bai left the yoga studio, it was already bustling with people. He had earlier reviewed the financial statements, which were pleasantly promising.
“Boss, I won’t be escorting you further. I’ve got a class to teach and no time to send you back,” Xiaomeng said, guiding Su Bai to the studio’s entrance and stopping by her motorbike.
The other instructors had wanted to see him off as well, not only because of his striking looks but because he had granted them a raise on his very first day. After all, no one would ever refuse more money.
In a short span, Su Bai had won their hearts. Some of them even wished they could be his girlfriend. However, Su Bai showed no inclination in that direction, so only Xiaomeng was able to see him off. She, after all, knew Su Bai personally, and his decision to promote her as manager on the first day had earned the envy of all.
“Xiaomeng-jie, you don’t need to send me off.”
“Just remember one thing,” Su Bai warned, lowering his voice. “Do not let anyone know I own the yoga studio—not even Qiao Weidong.”
“If word gets out, I might have to let you go.”
“You know as well as I do—if Qiao Weidong finds out I bought the yoga studio for you, he’ll come looking for trouble. How could a mere high school student like me fend him off?”
“Finished your business?” Yingzi asked, smiling warmly.
“All done. Do you want to come home with me, or will you head back on your own?” Su Bai asked, glancing at his motorbike—it could only seat one.
Since they were already in the complex, it was convenient for Taozi to head home.
“Let’s part here, Taozi. I’ll go back with Su Bai,” Yingzi said without hesitation, hopping on the back of his motorbike.
Taozi sighed, reluctantly agreeing, “Fine, but take it slow, you two.”
Yingzi hugged Su Bai’s waist as they drove off, the engine roaring softly.
“If my mum asks, tell her I was doing listening practice at school,” Yingzi reminded Su Bai again as they reached home.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got it. Mutual cover, right?” Su Bai teased.
“Right. I’ll help you when you need it,” she promised.
“Deal, then. You owe me,” he replied with a laugh.
They reached the third floor, the conversation falling silent as they approached the door. They had to be cautious—her mother was likely listening.