The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 34 Constructing a Moat

"I'll just put the money in the bank."

Zhao Xiaochui felt incredibly ignorant in front of this woman.

Yu Xiaoning simply smiled and didn't reply.

She gracefully rose and walked over to Zhao Xiaochui, gesturing for him to perform a simple check-up. After confirming that he was alright, she helped the slightly tipsy Secretary Liu slowly leave.

Her chestnut-brown, long, curly hair shimmered softly under the lamplight, swaying gently with each step, and her graceful figure quickly disappeared at the courtyard gate.

The chubby receptionist patted her bulging belly and sighed, "Just like it's hard to find a massage therapist like you, it's not easy to get this girl to give you some pointers either."

Zhao Xiaochui looked up from the computer screen: "Fatty, what does she do?"

"The deputy director of human resources at a national fund is responsible for the strategic integration and planning of global Chinese intellectual and financial resources, with a focus on integrated circuits."

"..."

Zhao Xiaochui scratched his head: "Fatty, I don't understand. Let's just get the weight loss meal."

Zhao Xiaochui suddenly realized that whatever Yu Xiaoning did or why the chubby receptionist knew these things had little to do with him, a down-to-earth massage therapist.

His life is very simple, and it should remain that simple.

Just like that night, Zhao Xiaochui slept in a KTV in a very down-to-earth way, surrounded by more than a dozen young girls.

The group of crazy girls wouldn't let him leave no matter what, because under his intentional or unintentional guidance, they finally noticed Liu Li's increasingly full bust.

No woman can resist such temptation, and Zhao Xiaochui was no exception.

The plump girl felt so good to the touch. Holding her in my arms every morning helped me take a wonderful nap, and even my morning practice of the "Six-Character Mantra" progressed rapidly.

So even if Liu Li lost her temper and Guo Guo defended her, it couldn't dampen the girls' enthusiasm.

The colorful sundresses were dazzling, and the bare shoulders and beautiful legs were especially alluring under the neon lights. Girls of all types lined up to wait for the service of this "energetic young man".

The innocent and alluring Xiao Lu, the aloof and noble Liu Li, the charming and worldly Manny, and the sweet yet sophisticated Tang Tang.
The most considerate one is Guoguo. This Northeastern girl, who is about to turn thirty, is not only generous but also kind and understanding.

The youngest is Liu Li, the receptionist, who is only twenty-three years old.

It was only then that Zhao Xiaochui belatedly realized that before his rebirth, it seemed that it was the same girls, with no newcomers and no old ones leaving, living together in this dilapidated KTV, supporting each other.

The door to the largest private room was pushed open, and the owner, Sister Hua, who was making her first appearance, cheerfully carried fruit platters and drinks in and out like a waitress.

A cot of suitable height was placed in the center of the private room, and the girls were enthusiastically tidying up the bedding.

Zhao Xiaochui was seated on the sofa to wait, next to an unwilling Liu Li and a helpless Guoguo.

Zhao Xiaochui quietly observed these people and noticed that the way these women interacted was quite unique.

"I rarely see you two having conflicts."

Guoguo popped a strawberry into Zhao Xiaochui's mouth, her eyes fixed on her excitedly busy sisters, a warm smile playing on her lips.

“We’ve been together for so long, we’ve fought and argued a lot, but we still have our little daily squabbles.”

Seemingly remembering something, Guoguo smiled awkwardly: "I still can't count how many WeChat groups we have."

Zhao Xiaochui grinned, but didn't laugh out loud.

"Why haven't they hired any new people, and why hasn't anyone left?" Liu Li was also curious about Zhao Xiaochui's question, because apart from her being a relative of the boss, everyone else here was a long-time friend. Guoguo didn't speak, but took out her shiny phone. Her slender hands tapped on the screen for a while before finding an audio file she had saved long ago. She clicked on it, and a mature man's self-narration came through the phone:

"Due to personal hobbies and work needs, I have been to entertainment venues too many times and have broken through the defenses of many girls. Some were overwhelmed by money and chose to remain silent after a difficult decision, and then half-heartedly gave in; others lowered their guard in one time and time again through patronage and coaxing, and were taken advantage of."

Some have clearly marked prices, with each person taking what they need; others are truly virtuous, but can't resist a few months of companionship.

As long as she doesn't explicitly refuse normal contact or clearly express disgust, I can go to her office every day for a shift, sometimes even working overtime until the end of the workday.

When she was sick, I stayed up all night with her while she received an IV drip; I accompanied her when she went shopping for clothes, and I ate with her; when she was sad, I talked to her and comforted her; I wouldn't even take the initiative to have sex, and I could even refrain from touching her when we slept together, just waiting for the day when her defenses completely broke down and she couldn't hold back anymore, like a moth drawn to a flame.

Of course, I've also been tricked by some girls, and those were lessons learned the hard way.

But generally speaking, victory often comes easily. People's bottom line isn't as high as they think; in fact, it can be frighteningly low at times. Don't overestimate yourself.

The phone's speaker was so loud that it quieted down the initially excited girls. They were a little flustered, and even Sister Hua felt awkward as she tidied her messy hair.

Guoguo, sitting on the sofa, gripped her phone tightly, her fingers turning white. After the recording finished, she said in a low voice, "We are the girls in his story. It's not that we haven't met men who are sincere, but what's the use? We came out to make our way in the world alone for various reasons. We didn't know anything, and we couldn't connect with those men's friends and families. In the end, it was all for nothing."

Hua Jie put the massage pillow away and replied with a wry smile, "Guo Guo was talking about me too. The man I met was quite responsible; he left me this property, but what's the use? When we all get old and lose our looks, or when this place is demolished, we'll all go our separate ways."

In people's minds, women in big city entertainment venues earn a lot of money.

But no one ever asked what happened to those women after they got older.

These girls who banded together for warmth might be the answer.

They had experienced everything they were supposed to experience, and perhaps even made a lot of money, but Zhao Xiaochui remembered Yu Xiaoning's advice before she left—how to prevent the money in her hands from depreciating.

The chubby receptionist said that encountering someone like that to offer guidance is one of the rarest things in society.

I was able to meet them myself, but what about these girls?
They used to live in a materialistic, competitive entertainment industry, lacking financial awareness and receiving no guidance.

Zhao Xiaochui didn't ask any more questions. He pointed to the pure yet alluring Xiaolu. Among these girls, this girl had the flattest figure.

Little Deer, unsure whether to be overjoyed or disappointed, walked expectantly to the massage bed, awaiting further instructions from the magical masseur.

The private room door was tightly closed, and two toothless old security guards stood watch at the main entrance of the KTV. No one would disturb us here.

Zhao Xiaochui gestured for Xiaolu to take off her shirt—yes, her upper body clothes. This was the reason why Liu Li looked so unwilling.

But at this moment, she had long since lost her temper and was looking at her cousin and other sisters with red eyes and heartache.

Don't presume to judge a path you haven't walked before.

But Zhao Xiaochui has indeed walked a similar path to that of these girls.

He pulled a small bottle out of his crossbody bag; this was the only thing he had spent on anything besides food and massage supplies since he started earning money.

Holding the small bottle, Zhao Xiaochui gestured for Xiaolu to lie down on the cot.

Now the little deer is completely 'flat'.

At this moment, Zhao Xiaochui's mind was free of distractions, and he said, word by word:

"In ancient Roman times, a small town in Belgium had a spring that gushed forth with low salt content, which was beneficial to the human body for drinking or bathing. The residents used this spring water to treat diseases."

The town is called SPA!

(End of this chapter)