The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

You might want to take a look at Chapter 119.
Wang Churan is already known online for her figure.

Over the years, many men have tried to take advantage of her, but because she has powerful backing, no one has succeeded yet.

Apart from the one in front of me.

Oh, by the way, he has a 'certificate'.

Even if he has a certificate, he is still a young man.

Wang Churan quietly watched Zhao Xiaochui. The 19-year-old boy was frowning and staring intently at his hands, as if he had encountered some thorny problem.

Seeing his expression, the big star immediately put aside his distracting thoughts and couldn't help but feel nervous.

Zhao Xiaochui's fingertips gently rested on her wrist. Those online fans who had been making such boastful comments could never have imagined that their goddess, whom they dreamed of day and night, was being touched so delicately by this young man.

He delegated the task of pulse diagnosis to the body's internal heat flow, which served as both a diagnosis and a teaching practice. He only used this procedure for unfamiliar ailments, and the duration depended on the customer's age, gender, and appearance.

For top female stars like Wang Churan, the time frame will naturally be longer.

"How much recovery can the hospital's rehabilitation program conservatively estimate?"

After Zhao Xiaochui had touched it enough, he picked up a towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead and casually asked a question.

When Wang Churan saw him start wiping his sweat, she understood what was going on and felt much relieved. She quickly replied, "60%."

Zhao Xiaochui neither agreed nor disagreed, but instead handed her a comb.

Wang Churan understood, took it with her right hand, and slowly raised her arm.

Suddenly, she frowned and stopped mid-air.

“Your shoulder joint has limited range of motion, and you can’t abduct more than 60 degrees,” Zhao Xiaochui said expressionlessly. “Even with 60% recovery, you still can’t comb your hair. No wonder you don’t want to go back.”

A hint of anticipation flashed in Wang Churan's eyes: "How is it?"

Zhao Xiaochui didn't answer immediately. He sat up straight, glanced at the big star's full chest, and when she noticed, he naturally met her gaze.

"Ms. Wang, the treatment requires exposing your upper body. Can you accept that?"

Wang Churan fell silent.

She could accept it before because she thought that going to the second floor, where it was more relaxed and less stressful, would not raise any privacy concerns.

But this is the first floor, and this is a massage parlor for the blind.

She not only spotted the paparazzi outside the store, but was also recognized by the lively crowd in the lobby.

“If you refuse…” Zhao Xiaochui said with a relaxed smile and a reassuring tone, “Don’t worry about today’s events, because Ms. Jiang is right outside the door. She invited you here today to catch up.”

Wang Churan breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, her previous dissatisfaction gone: "Why didn't we arrange to meet on the second floor?"

Because you need to let people see you appear at a relaxed, slow-paced place.

Zhao Xiaochui murmured to himself.

Although he didn't know the fat receptionist's ultimate goal, her status as a big star made it easy for him to guess some things.

Since we're going to cooperate anyway, we might as well make the performance more elaborate, so he deliberately arranged it on the first floor.

…………

11:50.
Hong Kong, JR Marriott Hotel, lobby coffee shop.

Of the three strong men, only the driver remained. He followed Yu Xiaoning to the coffee shop and stopped outside.

In the corner by the window of the coffee shop, the target had already arrived ahead of time.

Yu Xiaoning nodded to the driver and walked over there.

The previously noisy headphones fell silent, and all the solutions devised by the team members were rejected by themselves.

No one had high hopes for the operation, and no one would bother Yu Xiaoning's attempt.

The importance of the objective cannot be assessed.

It was all because of information from her university classmate—a Chinese government-sponsored student studying abroad—that she possessed an advanced algorithm that was nearing completion.

How advanced is it? I don't know.

How much help will it bring to China? I don't know.

The relevant department forwarded this information to Yu Xiaoning's company solely because it matched her expertise. Yu Xiaoning, however, used her keen intuition to pinpoint this person from a vast amount of data.

She trusts her own judgment.

She believed her own eyes.

"Hello, Elena Chen."

Yu Xiaoning sat down gracefully and greeted everyone in English.

Elena Chen, whose Chinese name is Chen Linna.

“Hello.” Chen Linna gracefully put down her coffee and replied in Chinese, then switched to English, “This is the only Chinese I can speak.”

During the pleasantries, the waiter served coffee. Yu Xiaoning smiled and met the eyes of the woman opposite her.

Her chestnut-brown curly hair was styled in a low bun, and she wore a sharp-tailored smoky gray suit. She stood tall, her body was relaxed, her gestures were concise, and her language was aggressive, refusing to be tactful, but she was communicative.

This kind of woman...

Yu Xiaoning paid even more attention to the unfinished algorithm in her hands.

“Miss Yu,” Chen Linna said with a light laugh as she looked at the bag Yu Xiaoning had placed beside her after the waiter left, “I didn’t expect that civil servants in China are paid such generously.”

Yu Xiaoning glanced at the business bag beside her, a Hermès Birkin 30, and chuckled, "My profession allows for appropriate investment in my image, after all, I'll be meeting VIPs like Miss Chen."

This subtle compliment brought a smile to Chen Linna's face. Her teeth were pearly white, and her facial muscles moved expressively—but her eyes remained completely unchanged.

Yu Xiaoning suddenly recalled a netizen's joke: "Westerners' smiles are all acted; they're not genuine smiles at all."

Chinese-style emoticons: ^_^
Western-style emoji :)
And her eyes...

A Chinese exterior, a Westernized core.

Yu Xiaoning had anticipated this.

"Ms. Yu, you went to so much trouble to invite me here. May I ask what advice you have for me?"

After exchanging pleasantries, Chen Linna felt that was enough. She didn't think she would have any further dealings with these people. She just wanted to resolve this trouble as soon as possible and leave!

"Ms. Chen, are you in Hong Kong to handle funds remitted from the mainland?"

Yu Xiaoning maintained a very proper attitude and did not change her demeanor despite the other party's impatience.

“That’s why you were able to meet with me,” Chen Linna said, squinting her eyes. “Because of you, that money wasn’t transferred to my family trust account as scheduled.”

Yu Xiaoning smiled and said, "Although your grandfather is not on the Interpol Red Notice, he is still considered a fugitive."

Chen Linna: "The house is not registered in his name."

Yu Xiaoning: "The money for the house came from his account."

"So," Chen Linna paused for a moment, then slowly asked, "did you call me here just to tell me this?"

“No,” Yu Xiaoning leaned down slightly and looked directly into the woman’s eyes, “I’m here to tell you that the money will be deposited into your family trust account in three days.”

"..."

Chen Linna did not move upon hearing this, her fingertips lightly tapping the table, her aura cold and aloof.

What are your requirements?

There is no "we", only me.

Yu Xiaoning picked up her briefcase and continued, "Ms. Chen, are you feeling unwell?"

Chen Linna: "..."

"Ms. Chen seems to be having some bad luck; perhaps there's been a problem with her medical insurance?"

Chen Linna: "..."

"If Ms. Chen chooses the best hospital in America, the money for the house might not be enough, right?"

Chen Linna, unable to bear it any longer, asked: "What exactly do you want?"

“I have a medical record here,” Yu Xiaoning said, taking out a document and calmly pushing it over. “It closely matches Ms. Chen’s condition. You might want to take a look.”

(End of this chapter)