When a man spends money, he naturally wants his full money's worth; some indulge in perversities respectable women can scarcely imagine.
There was no profession more degrading in the world.
Yan Xixi had never sympathized with women in this industry. In her eyes, every pitiable person had a detestable side. If you chose to earn a certain kind of money, you had to accept the harsh realities that came with it; making a living was never easy.
That was why, no matter how desperate she had once been, even on the brink of starvation, she had refused to step into this line of work. In her most difficult times, wicked thoughts had even surfaced. She had thought to herself, "Steal? Rob? Even commit arson or murder? I would do any of that before stooping to this utterly demeaning profession!" Luckily, Heaven had shown some mercy; she had only sunk to the level of a low-life grifter, a wine and tea shill, before she managed to stop.
