Help! Please Take the Heroine Away [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 8

Xie Mingyao’s Hands Tied Behind Her Back, Her Legs…

Ye Qingyu looked up to see Xie Mingyao perched on a high stool by the counter, her striking and bold features exuding arrogance, her clear, beautiful almond-shaped eyes fixed on her.

The girl was still wearing her school uniform, a tailored, waist-cinching white blouse looking both innocent and alluring at once. In the short time she had been here, she had already drawn countless glances from around the room.

Leaning lazily forward, she rested one hand on the ordering counter and tapped it unhurriedly.

“What are you staring at? Didn’t you hear what I said?” Seeing Ye Qingyu remain silent, Xie Mingyao frowned impatiently and urged her on.

“A hundred cups, can you even finish that?” Ye Qingyu calmly averted her gaze, her tone indifferent, as if completely unfazed by the provocation.

Xie Mingyao let out a soft scoff, her eyebrows lifting slightly as she replied in a deliberately mocking tone, “What, afraid I can’t afford it? Or is it your job as an employee to police how much a customer drinks? The customer is God, ever heard of that? What are you standing around for? Hurry up and make them. And don’t you dare take a break until it’s done.”

Ye Qingyu watched her silently.

The other employees in the busy bubble tea shop had paused their work, sneaking glances in their direction, eager for the drama.

From Xie Mingyao’s uniform, identical to the one Ye Qingyu had arrived in it was clear they went to the same school. And with that aggressive tone, it was obvious they didn’t get along. This was undeniably a deliberate provocation.

A male coworker who had taken a liking to Ye Qingyu stepped forward to mediate. “Xiao Yu needs to handle orders and payments. I’ll make them for you.”

Xie Mingyao propped her chin on her slender, pale fingers and lazily flicked a glance at the eager young man. “No. I want her to make them.”

Other customers in the shop had begun to pick up on the tension, watching with quiet curiosity.

“We don’t have enough staff for that. If you’re not here to order properly, don’t cause trouble, there are other customers waiting,” Ye Qingyu replied coolly.

Xie Mingyao arrogantly lifted her chin and commanded, “Then kick them out. Today, I’m the only customer you need.”

The people waiting in line behind her grew visibly displeased, but Xie Mingyao turned and pulled out a card from her wallet, waving it before their eyes. “Just a little delay, that’s all. You can line up here for compensation and go buy your drinks somewhere else.”

At her words, murmurs rippled through the shop. The customers in line, initially resentful, now brightened at the prospect.

“I’ll make them. The rest of you, handle the other orders. There’s no need to drive anyone away.” Ye Qingyu’s voice was icy as she enunciated each word before stepping away from the ordering terminal.

The drink preparation counter was open and impeccably clean. Ye Qingyu placed over a dozen seedless fragrant lemons on a white cutting board, gripped a fruit knife, and swiftly sliced them. She took two of the sliced lemons and dropped them into a cocktail shaker.

The customers in line behind Xie Mingyao immediately looked disappointed, while the other employees hesitated briefly before resuming their own tasks.

Xie Mingyao rested her cheek on her hand, swaying slightly on her stool as she watched Ye Qingyu work.

Noticing that only two lemon slices had been added, she abruptly called out, “Hey, that’s not enough. I like mine extra sour.”

Ye Qingyu paused, then added another half portion before turning to the ice maker and scooping in half a shovel of ice cubes.

Seeing this, Xie Mingyao called out again, “That’s not enough. Add more.”

Ye Qingyu glanced back at her, her eyes darkening slightly, but her tone remained calm. “Too much ice isn’t good for a girl’s health.”

Then she returned to the counter, pressing the shaker down with one hand while gripping the thick, white ice mallet in the other, striking with a steady, almost graceful rhythm.

Xie Mingyao, furious that Ye Qingyu dared to ignore her, stood up from her chair and raised her voice. “You do what I tell you to, got it? Add more ice! The customer is God, understand?!”

Ye Qingyu paused for a moment, her pitch-black eyes devoid of warmth, sending a chill down Xie Mingyao’s spine and momentarily silencing her.

Seizing the moment, Ye Qingyu resumed pressing the shaker while speeding up her strikes with the mallet. The loud, rhythmic clang-clang-clang shattered the ice violently, sending shards scattering inside the shaker with a sharp, grating sound.

Xie Mingyao, seeing that Ye Qingyu was still ignoring her, felt her earlier fear evaporate, replaced by indignation.

How dare this shabby girl she looked down on intimidate her?!

“Is that all the strength you’ve got? Didn’t eat enough?” Xie Mingyao started picking a fight, rambling on and on.

Ye Qingyu remained silent, acting as if she hadn’t heard a word, leaving Xie Mingyao to rant until her throat went dry.

When Ye Qingyu finally stopped, she opened the lid, added lemon juice and tea, then sealed it and inserted a straw.

Xie Mingyao had planned to nitpick, but she was too thirsty. She snatched the drink and took two quick sips, only to nearly spit it out from the sourness.

Gritting her teeth, she snapped, “You did this on purpose, didn’t you? Made it so sour I can’t drink it! I’m reporting you!”

Ye Qingyu gave her a faint sidelong glance but said nothing, moving on to the next cup. Her strikes against the ice were even heavier this time, the shattering sound almost as if she were crushing not just ice but Xie Mingyao herself. A chilling aura radiated from her.

Seeing that Ye Qingyu still refused to acknowledge her, Xie Mingyao’s temper flared. She slammed her hand on the table. “Where’s your manager? I want to report her! What kind of employee ignores a customerGod, like this? I’ll have the manager fire her!”

Then, with a smug look, she stared at Ye Qingyu, waiting for her to cower in fear or beg tearfully for mercy.

By now, even the other employees couldn’t hold back. “You were the one who asked for extra lemon.”

“You’re just making trouble for no reason.”

Xie Mingyao wasn’t fazed by their criticism, if anything, she seemed pleased. “So what if I’m picky? Keep talking back, and I’ll buy this whole store and fire all of you!”

Ye Qingyu’s expression grew colder, though the self-satisfied heiress didn’t notice, too busy gloating. “Hear that, Ye Qingyu? Apologize to me right now! If you don’t, I’ll call the owner of this place immediately!”

Ye Qingyu stopped. For a few seconds, she stared at Xie Mingyao with an unreadable expression, then untied her apron and tossed it onto the counter. She pushed open the bar gate and walked straight toward Xie Mingyao.

Seated on the high stool, Xie Mingyao swiveled the chair toward Ye Qingyu’s direction. Seeing the icy aura radiating from her, Xie Mingyao wasn’t the least bit intimidated, instead, she scoffed.

“What, in broad daylight, are you planning to assault a customer, your so-called ‘god’?!”

No matter how stunning this young miss might be, her temper and attitude left both the staff and other customers in the milk tea shop feeling displeased.

Ye Qingyu’s gaze was frigid, and the atmosphere between the two instantly turned glacial.

The employees and other customers craned their necks to watch, were they about to start a fight?

Before anyone could voice their concern, Ye Qingyu suddenly hoisted the girl off the chair and slung her over her shoulder.

Xie Mingyao prided herself on her good figure , she wasn’t heavy, but she was still 165 cm tall. Yet, when Ye Qingyu carried her, it was as if she weighed no more than a feather.

“What are you doing?! Put me down!” Xie Mingyao demanded furiously after the dizzying shift in position.

Ye Qingyu glanced at her colleagues and said calmly, “I’m taking her to the staff break room. Carry on.”

“But,” The male employee who admired Ye Qingyu hesitated.

But Ye Qingyu had already carried Xie Mingyao into the back. Xie Mingyao cursed and struggled the entire way, yet she couldn’t free herself from Ye Qingyu’s grip. Instead, the jostling left her stomach aching from being pressed against Ye Qingyu’s shoulder.

“What on earth did you eat growing up?! We’re both girls, how are you so strong?! If your admirers found out, they’d never like a brute like you! Let me go!”

“Hey, people out there! What kind of employees are you?! Can’t you see your coworker kidnapping a customer?! What is she planning to do to me, your ‘god’?! Is no one going to step in?! Call your boss, get him to deal with this!”

Furious, Xie Mingyao grabbed Ye Qingyu’s hair and pounded on her back. Ye Qingyu frowned and smacked Xie Mingyao’s butt, her voice icy. “Let go!”

Xie Mingyao stiffened, then exploded. “Ye Qingyu! You dare hit me?! You actually hit my—”

From childhood till now, Xie Mingyao had always been pampered and adored wherever she went. No one had ever so much as scolded her harshly, let alone spanked her.

It didn’t hurt, but the humiliation and shame were unbearable!

Outside, the employees could hear Xie Mingyao’s incessant cursing. They hesitated, this girl clearly came from a wealthy family. If Ye Qingyu really offended her, it could spell trouble.

“Should we call the manager?” one of the female employees asked uncertainly.

But the others remained silent, only casting uneasy glances at the break room door, now shut tight, muffling all sound.

In the end, no one called the manager, afraid of escalating the situation.

Meanwhile, in the break room.

The milk tea shop’s employees sometimes took turns resting during slow shifts, so despite its small size, the break room had a bed, a table, and chairs.

After closing the door, Ye Qingyu released Xie Mingyao, who was still thrashing onto the bed. The moment she landed, Xie Mingyao scrambled to get up and leave.

But Ye Qingyu pressed a hand to her head, pinning her against the soft bedding. Xie Mingyao writhed angrily. “What are you doing?! Let me go! I’m the young miss of the Xie family! If you dare treat me like this, don’t blame me for what happens next!”

At a clear disadvantage, Xie Mingyao still failed to grasp the situation, utterly lacking any self-awareness.

Ye Qingyu was nearly driven to laughter by sheer exasperation. With deliberate slowness, she rummaged through a nearby drawer and pulled out a rope, methodically winding it around Xie Mingyao’s wrists.

Xie Mingyao’s hands were bound behind her back, her knees pressed into the disheveled bedsheets. Her fitted shirt clung tightly to her body, the smooth lines of her back faintly visible her delicate shoulder blades strikingly beautiful, the slender curve of her waist beneath them all the more pronounced. Even her usually silky hair was now a tangled mess.

Xie Mingyao felt utterly wretched in this predicament, humiliated beyond measure by her own disheveled state.

“Ye Qingyu, I’m warning you for the last time, you’d better.”

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