The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 135 Yu Xiaoning's Assumptions

Zhao Xiaochui wasn't sweating, but his face was flushed, and he staggered out of the shop, looking as if he were drunk.

She tried to cover it up by saying, "Fatty, Fatty, I overdid it. I need to rest for a bit."

The chubby receptionist rolled her eyes, ignored him, and turned to look at the elderly sanitation worker walking over.

The sanitation worker's face showed disbelief, but also a sense of entitlement—the master that so many people sought out must really have some skills.

"..." The chubby receptionist could tell what she was thinking just by looking at her expression. She rubbed her forehead and waved her hand weakly to shoo her away. "Ma Jinfang, be kinder to yourself in the future."

Ma Jinfang, whose health had returned to normal, behaved very strangely. She took off her smelly work clothes and threw them at the door, revealing a worn-out T-shirt underneath. To the fat receptionist's surprise, the T-shirt was clean and didn't smell much.

“His father beat me his whole life. He died after bringing me to the capital, and then his son continued to beat me.”

“When my son complains that I smell bad, he doesn’t bother to hit me anymore.”

“Sister Chen, it’s not that I was being unreasonable. I could tell from the look in the master’s eyes back then that I was on the verge of death. So my plan to avoid implicating my daughter was the right one.”

The chubby receptionist stared at her blankly for a while, then smiled with satisfaction.

"Take better care of yourself from now on."

"Ok!"

The sanitation worker, no, Ma Jinfang, nodded vigorously: "I'm good to myself, good to my daughter, and good to my granddaughter. I've secretly saved more than 300 yuan."

The portly receptionist stared blankly at her for a moment, then pointed sharply outwards like an aircraft carrier's guide:
"go!"

"Whoosh~"

Ma Jinfang picked up her work clothes and disappeared without a trace.

…………

Zhao Xiaochui returned to Relaxing Slow Travel in a daze. He refused Miss Pan Xiaoli's help and slumped onto the sofa in the waiting area.

The heat is turning bright yellow, creating a particularly festive and dazzling effect.

Only after the color changed did Zhao Xiaochui's dizziness subside.

I pulled out my constantly ringing phone and first received a red envelope from my friend Chenbo (888 RMB). Then I glanced at the height of the tent in his WeChat Moments photo—it was 5 degrees higher than the day before. Brother Zhengye is not far from reaching 90 degrees Celsius.

Next, open the celebrity's flashing WeChat.

"Zhao Xiaochui, I'm here for a follow-up examination at Peking Union Medical College Hospital."

"That female doctor's bewildered look was so cute."

"She also wants the membership invitation code for Relaxing Travel. Should we give it to her?"

"The doctor has confirmed that the wound is fine, but just to be on the safe side, we've scheduled the stitches to be removed this afternoon."

"Ahhh, I've been so happy since I woke up this morning. I've scheduled my psychological evaluation for 11 o'clock."

"Zhao Xiaochui, can I post this on Weibo?"

"And that Jiang Ying, she's so unreasonable. She made arrangements last night, but she still suppressed my trending topics this morning."

"Zhao Xiaochui..."

Zhao Xiaochui stopped reading what followed. Reminded by the big star's words, he suddenly thought of something—was it possible that Jiang Ying wasn't the one trending this morning?

Is Fatty using this to find someone?

Jiang Ying's high-end business scheme is actually a scheme within a scheme?

He is the protagonist of this game within a game, but in the grand scheme of things, the real protagonist is Yu Xiaoning.

Fatty said she didn't hide anything from him, but she really didn't say anything, so someone must have told him. Who was it?
Yu Xiaoning.

Yu Xiaoning once said, "Little Hammer, it might become a bit dangerous in a while."

The rest was just a series of interconnected schemes. Zhao Xiaochui dared not think any further about how those two women had laid out their plan; he was afraid his scalp would explode.

Putting aside the troublesome matter, he thought with schadenfreude: the high and mighty Jiang Ying was just like a chess piece, being played with in the palm of someone's hand.

After chuckling to himself, he started to get a headache again, since in this game, he was the one being played by the strong woman.

Open for business at 10:00 AM with a relaxed and leisurely pace.

Yu Xiaoning also sent an inquiry text message at this time.

Zhao Xiaochui guessed correctly; Yu Xiaoning was asking about the big star's recovery.

Two people who were originally completely unrelated were now connected. "Sooner than you think," Zhao Xiaochui replied to the text message, "Just wait for her Weibo update."

"How fast?" came another inquiry text message.

Considering the gravity of the matter, Zhao Xiaochui pondered for a moment before replying seriously, "If someone has a similar condition to Wang Churan, then seeing her in her current state, it's impossible not to be tempted."

"..."

This will no longer be a text message, but an incoming call.

"You mean today?" Yu Xiaoning asked incredulously over the phone.

"Yes."

"Does Aunt Chen know?"

"Fatty knows."

"..." On the phone, Yu Xiaoning's heavy breathing could be heard. It wasn't because Zhao Xiaochui had taken advantage of her seniority, but because she hadn't expected it to happen so quickly.

Now, when the big star updates his status on Weibo, let alone Chen Linna, if you put yourself in her shoes, you would also be tempted.

In other words, the scene that Aunt Chen wanted was about to happen.

How long can a relaxed, slow pace last?

Zhao Xiaochui fell silent.

He had no answer to this question; he didn't even know what he was about to face.

He asked hesitantly, "How long should I hold out?"

Yu Xiaoning: "Of course, the longer the better. The longer it goes on, the more people will reach out to you, the higher your rank will be, and the more people will be exposed."

Yu Xiaoning misspoke; those weren't people, they were bastards.

However, Zhao Xiaochui did not correct her. He channeled the heat into his right hand and quickly massaged his head.

Once the sweat had cleared and his mind was clear, he lowered his right hand and began to think quickly:

"Does the length of time I can persist depend on the arrival of someone, and then I still have to pay for this treatment?"

Yu Xiaoning chuckled: "That person is no longer important; he was just bait."

Zhao Xiaochui: "You're the real bait, aren't you?"

Yu Xiaoning: "..."

Zhao Xiaochui: "Is Fatty Sister in danger?"

Yu Xiaoning: "Nobody even knew she existed! That's why we were able to discover the abnormalities in what seemed like normal things."

Although Yu Xiaoning's words were cryptic, Zhao Xiaochui understood them.

Perhaps this is a characteristic of modern China, where every day there are all sorts of things that require favors from high-level individuals.

……

Who can say that these greetings are related to national security?

However, if you made a request in a bureau set up by a former National Security Agency employee, then you're in the wrong.

"Zhao Xiaochui, be careful these next two days. If you notice anything amiss, run to the Fatou Police Station."

Yu Xiaoning is somewhat similar to the chubby receptionist; in crucial moments, she doesn't feign mystery and drag unrelated people into danger.

"How about this, give me some time tonight so I can get a spa treatment and I can explain to you what might happen."

Zhao Xiaochui didn't agree immediately, and continued to press, "Are you in any danger?"

“Little Hammer,” Yu Xiaoning chuckled on the phone, “I have four special security guards, the same level as those in Hai Zi. What do you think?”

“I don’t think so!” Zhao Xiaochui replied without hesitation. “I haven’t heard what you said! If you want a spa treatment, just come at 10 p.m., I’ll give you time.”

"Hehe, you've grown quite a bit in just a few days~ Don't worry, our numbers are encrypted."

"Oh, and just one more thing, the whole thing was done by Aunt Chen in private."

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(End of this chapter)