Transmigration to a Beautiful Man
If Haris was a Woman

"Hey, I heard you volunteered to work two shifts a day? Is true?"

“What's wrong with you? Two shifts a day, can you handle it?”

Haris leaned against the bar, her long legs crossed and slightly bent. His eyes were closed and looked exhausted.

Haris opened her eyes after a while and spread her arms. The butler turned a blind eye to Haris' disheveled appearance.

“I need money.” Haris spoke directly.

“I still have savings. If you need help, just say it, I'll lend it to you.”

“No need, I have not despair.”

"What do you need money for?"

"My cat hurts– needs money around 15-20,000 NNM every month."

The butler said sincerely. "I can lend you my money."

"No, I still have money for my cat's treatment this month. I just need to work harder so I can buy medicine for my cat next month."

Haris knew the butler's father was in poor health. There's a lot they need for that money. Haris did not want to bother him.

The bartender next to them interrupted.

“If you want, making money will be very easy.Just look at the customers coming to you. Which one is not a millionaire? They are willing to become sponsors.”

Here's truth. Those who have no money will not be here from the beginning. The customers at this western restaurant were all wealthy.

The bartender had a short beard, sunken eye sockets, and deep eyes. He's pretty handsome and looks cute. However, he is actually 100% of Singosari.

People who knew him called him Ryan Shah. His last name is Shah, but his first name is not Ryan, but Tukul. Apparently, he felt his real name was very tacky. He never mentioned his real name and would get angry whenever someone called him by his real name.

Ryan was also very well dressed and fashionable. The ring on his hand was Cartier, and the leather shoe on his foot was Testoni, both of which far exceeded his salary.

The reason he could buy it was because he did not depend on his salary. Instead, he was dependent on women! She swapped girlfriends one after another. The longest lasted for two months, the fastest was only two days. Nami, they all parted well on mutual agreement.

Ryan made clear his intention: he wanted to play around and live a good life. Although he was indeed quite a playboy, he had a high EQ. He never cheated on his girlfriend. He also has two rules; one, don't be a domestic destroyer of people or moneylender, and two, don't get in touch with a con man because Ryan himself deals to get money from rich women.

Ryan is actually rather considerate in the relationship. He clearly understood his position and set out to serve the women. His reputation among his ex-girlfriends was actually quite good. His girlfriend can date him handsome and can even get warmth in bed, on the other hand, Ryan get a lot of money and gifts in the form of luxury goods.

Even so, he was still jealous of Haris luck with many admirers. Ryan was saddened to see how he had wasted that potential dating opportunity. He would always encourage Haris to get in touch with applicants whenever he had the chance, constantly trying to convince him. According to him, the resources of a handsome face cannot be wasted!

“There are many applicants Men and women, just choose the one you like. Both sides get what they want. Beauty is a scarce resource, there is no harm in cashing it out,” Ryan said.

Haris could not help but smile.

“I can't do it. Being in a relationship makes me feel restricted.”

Ryan pushed a glass of wine at Haris. “Nih, drink first.”

Haris leaned back at the bar and picked up the wine glass with one hand. He twisted it slightly, and the blue liquid at the bottom of the glass began to dissolve. Haris drank it.

“My mood is bad tonight, and I want to be alone. But if you're with someone else, you should consider what others want to do tonight, whether to accompany them to dinner, whether my bad mood will affect others, things like that. If you are alone, you have more freedom. You don't have to think about things like that. Therefore, I prefer myself.”

Ryan responded, “As someone who works in the service industry, you should know better. You can't do anything you want in a relationship. There is no such thing as a perfect lover unless one person succumbs to another at all times. You just have to separate your emotions from other things and treat your lover like a God. Both sides get what they want. Don't think too much, just enjoy.”

Haris shook his head.

“I can't do it. I'd rather die than be in a relationship I don't like.”

Ryan wiped the table, put away the washcloth, and stopped beside Haris.

“Alright, I get it. By the way, I have friends. He's a designer, and he's opening a clothing store. A few days ago, she told me that she needed a model outfit for her shop. I'll call him for you. You can try it. Although it was not a long-term job, at least it could make money at least 3,000 NNM.”

Haris looked over and looked at him.

“Is the owner a woman?”

“Ya.”

“She asked you to be a model for her shop?”

“Yes. But, you will be much better than me. That kind of work is exhausting. I don't like it. Besides, I'm not short of money because my girlfriend gives money every time we date.”

“Alright, I'll be the model. Thank you very much, friend.”

“Well, I helped her, and now you owe me a favor. It's a win-win situation for me. Not bad, Because I know you're the type who will return the favor in the future.”

Haris knows that Ryan Shah helped her purely out of her kindness. Haris will remember this favor.

The corner of his lips slightly curved up, and he downed the rest of his glass. After putting the glass upside down on the table, he got up and left. It's time to work.

“Do well, I'm sure you can.”

Haris relaxed, and her depressed mood from these past few days was swept away. His lips quietly developed a smile. "Thank you …."

Seeing Haris smile, both Ryan and the butler were stunned by his smile.

Haris went back to work.

Ryan put the cleaned glass back into the closet.

“The smile is so pretty. Too bad, what a pity. If Haris was a woman, I wouldn't date another woman and would pursue her to date her.”

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