Chapter 37: Done on Purpose

Feng Miwan was a bit stunned and asked in return, “Huh? Now? I’m in the middle of training. What’s up?”

“Your Xiong Doctor! Xiong Yibai is here!” Zhao Shutong spoke at rapid speed.

Feng Miwan’s face heated up, and she refuted, “What do you mean ‘my’ Xiong… Don’t talk nonsense! So what if Yibai is there with you?”

“Oh, that’s not what I meant!”

Zhao Shutong’s voice lowered a bit.

“I think something’s off! Their department is having a gathering, and there’s this middle-aged uncle, seems like some director, who’s being a bit too pushy, constantly urging drinks, and his main target is Xiong Doctor!”

“I’ve seen Xiong Doctor refuse a few times already, and her expression doesn’t look good. You get what I mean? The atmosphere is getting a bit… You need to come save the day!”

Upon hearing this, Feng Miwan furrowed her brows tightly.

“Send me the address! I’m coming right away!”

After hanging up, she shoved the simulator helmet into Feng Yuxiao’s hands. “Bro! I have an emergency, I’m heading out first!”

“Huh? What emergency is more important than tra—”

Before Feng Yuxiao could finish, Feng Miwan had already rushed out of the training room like a gust of wind, leaving only her back in view.

Feng Miwan ran all the way to the parking lot, quickly unlocked her Xiaomi SU7 Ultra with the Maple Leaf Red wrap, pulled open the door, and got in.

She fastened her seatbelt, started the engine, floored the accelerator, and the car swiftly drove out of the training ground.

She set the navigation.

“Urging drinks? No sense of boundaries?”

Feng Miwan stared at the road ahead, her gaze sharp, and her foot unconsciously pressed the accelerator harder.

The red sports car accelerated toward Wutong Xiyu Western Restaurant amid the deepening dusk.

Before long, the sports car drifted into a parking spot near Wutong Xiyu Restaurant.

Feng Miwan didn’t even wait for the car to fully stop before unbuckling her seatbelt and jumping out, hurrying toward the restaurant’s back door—

She had come here often before and knew the layout like the back of her hand.

She reached the staff break room and had just pushed open the door when Zhao Shutong, who had been pacing anxiously, rushed up to her.

“My lady, you’re finally here! It’s just like I told you—that Director Wang is super persistent, Yibai’s almost out of excuses…”

Feng Miwan had no time to hear the details and interrupted her directly.

“No need for more—I’ve got the gist. Quick, get me a set of your staff uniforms!”

Zhao Shutong fell silent, her eyes lighting up as she immediately understood Feng Miwan’s plan.

As expected from years of close friendship, their rapport was perfect.

“Wait here!”

Without another word, she opened an employee storage locker, pulled out a neatly folded waiter uniform and a name tag reading “Intern: Xiao Lin.”

“Here! This belongs to that hard-to-replace employee of ours—she called in sick today again, and her size should match yours pretty well!”

Feng Miwan took the clothes and swiftly began changing, slipping on the black vest while asking,

“Which area are they in? How many people?”

“Third-floor outdoor dining area, a long table, about ten or so people.”

Zhao Shutong reported quickly. “Xiong Doctor is sitting near the middle, and that Director Wang is right next to her.”

“Got it.”

Feng Miwan fastened the last button, pinned the name tag to her chest, and put on a disposable mask, leaving only her eyes visible.

She quickly tidied her hair in the mirror, stuffing it all into the matching cap.

“Do I need you to back me up on anything?” Zhao Shutong asked eagerly.

“No need—you stay out of sight so they don’t get suspicious. I’ll handle it myself.”

Feng Miwan took a deep breath, adjusted her demeanor to look more like an ordinary server.

She gave Zhao Shutong an “OK” hand sign, opened the door, and walked out with her head down.

The restaurant was brightly lit and bustling with voices.

Feng Miwan easily spotted the lively long table.

Her gaze swept over and quickly locked onto Xiong Yibai’s figure—

She sat upright, and the middle-aged man next to her with a shiny forehead and an overly enthusiastic smile must have been Director Wang.

Feng Miwan noticed a server clearing empty plates at the edge of the table. She walked over and said in a low voice to the server,

“The boss, Ms. Zhao, needs you for something. I’ll handle this area for now.”

The server was taken aback, glanced at Feng Miwan’s outfit, and recalling that the boss’s surname was indeed Zhao, didn’t question it and nodded.

“Alright, thanks.”

She turned and left.

Feng Miwan had successfully taken over the area.

She stood quietly at a service position a bit farther away, pretending to organize items on the cart while closely monitoring the situation.

The gathering was already halfway through, and the atmosphere grew even rowdier.

Sure enough, before long, Director Wang with his thinning hair raised his glass again, beaming at Xiong Yibai.

“Doctor Xiong, if you don’t drink this glass, you’re really looking down on old Wang here! Everyone’s watching—give me some face!”

His voice carried the sticky slur of alcohol, and his body leaned unconsciously toward Xiong Yibai.

Xiong Yibai’s brows furrowed, and she refused politely once more.

“Director Wang, I really can’t drink anymore—I have work tomorrow.”

“Oh come on, work work work, we’re out to relax, don’t talk about work! Just a little, just a sip!”

Director Wang persisted, practically shoving the glass toward Xiong Yibai’s lips.

Under the pressure of the situation, Xiong Yibai reluctantly picked up her glass of red wine, preparing to clink it symbolically.

Just as her glass was about to touch Director Wang’s, a figure in a waiter uniform inserted itself perfectly.

“Hello, let me clear these plates for you.”

Feng Miwan held a plate with a few gnawed bones and food scraps, seemingly placing it on the table edge, but her wrist flicked cleverly—

The greasy bones from the plate “plopped” into Xiong Yibai’s just-raised wine glass, splashing a few drops of wine.

“Oh no!”

Director Wang jumped in fright, staring at the now-ruined glass, his temper flaring as he glared at Feng Miwan.

“What the hell?! Clumsy idiot! Are you blind?!”

Feng Miwan immediately bowed her head, apologizing profusely with a voice full of panic.

“I’m so sorry! Really sorry! It slipped!”

She cleared the glass mixed with bones along with the dirty plate and quickly retreated to the service cart.

The moment that “Hello” sounded, Xiong Yibai felt the voice was unusually familiar.

She looked up—though the other wore a mask and hat, the height, gait, and those familiar eyes… An unbelievable thought flashed through her mind.

Was it Feng Miwan?

How was she here?

Dressed as a server?

Connecting it to the “accident” just now, Xiong Yibai understood.

This was no clumsiness—it was deliberate.

A warm current mixed with a touch of helpless amusement surged in her heart. This girl… her way of solving problems was always so direct and unexpected.