He wants to adopt a younger sister, but his aloof wife disagrees.

The rain outside the window started to fall again, pattering softly.

This autumn rain seemed particularly lingering, carrying a damp chill that seeped into the bones.

In the living room after dinner, the TV was on, playing a lively variety show, but this did not dispel the gloomy atmosphere surrounding Shen Qingge.

At this moment, she was curled up in a single sofa, still holding a tablet in her hand to deal with emails, but her brows were already furrowed into a deep "川" shape.

Her face was pale, and she pressed her left hand tightly against the back of her neck and temple, occasionally letting out a muffled groan that was extremely suppressed.

My occupational hazard kicked in.

As the female CEO of a conglomerate with assets worth tens of billions, Shen Qingge works more than twelve hours a day. The long hours spent at her desk, the high-pressure decision-making process, coupled with the recent rainy weather, caused her already fragile cervical spine and migraines to flare up completely.

The feeling was like countless needles pricking my brain, and my neck was as stiff as a stone, making it difficult to even turn my head.

"Sister, are you alright?"

Su Xiaoruan, who had just finished washing the dishes and was about to come over to take credit, immediately noticed that something was wrong.

Although she often teased Shen Qingge, she wasn't a malicious girl at heart. Seeing Shen Qingge's pained expression, she dropped her playful demeanor and approached her with some concern.

"Would you like some hot water? I'll get you some."

"Need not."

Shen Qingge closed her eyes, her voice weak but still firm, "It's an old problem, I'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

She's used to toughing it out. In recent years, every time she has an attack, she takes two painkillers and then locks herself in her room to get through it.

"But you look like you're in a lot of pain..." Su Xiaoruan was at a loss.

Just then, a cup of warm water was handed to Shen Qingge.

Jiang Che sat down on the armrest of the sofa next to her, looking at her pale face with a slight frown.

"Did you take your medicine?"

"It's no use eating it." Shen Qingge opened her eyes, her usually sharp phoenix eyes now filled with bloodshot veins and misty mist, making her look somewhat fragile and broken.

"It seems... to hurt more."

She gasped, the tablet slipped from her hand, and she leaned back as if all her strength had left her.

【Ding! 】

[The system detected that the partner "Shen Qingge" is in a state of "severe sub-health pain".]

[Symptom Analysis: Straightening of the cervical spine's physiological curvature, extreme tension in the trapezius muscles, and neurogenic migraine.]

[Triggering the Guardian Quest: Alleviate your wife's pain.]

[Congratulations, host, you have acquired the permanent skill: Divine-level Traditional Chinese Medicine Massage (lv.MAX).]

[Skill Description: Your hands will possess magic. They will unblock meridians and invigorate blood circulation, not only healing ailments but also bringing an ultimate... pleasurable experience.]

As Jiang Che felt the diagrams of acupoints and massage techniques that instantly flooded his mind, his fingertips felt slightly warm, as if a current of energy was flowing through his palms.

He put down his water glass and reached around to the back of Shen Qingge's head.

"Don't move."

Shen Qingge instinctively tried to dodge: "What are you doing...?"

"Behave yourself if you don't want to die from the pain."

Jiang Che's voice was deep and commanding. His fingers precisely gripped the Fengchi acupoint on the back of Shen Qingge's neck.

"I know a little massage, I can give you a massage."

"You?" Shen Qingge winced in pain, still suspicious, "When did you learn this? Don't break my neck... I have a meeting tomorrow..."

"Shut up, relax."

Jiang Che ignored her questioning and applied slight pressure with his thumb.

God-level skill activated.

"Um!!!"

The moment Jiang Che applied force with his fingertips, Shen Qingge felt as if she had been electrocuted, jolting violently off the sofa and letting out a high-pitched scream that was completely out of control.

That sound...

Standing next to her, Su Xiaoruan was so startled that she dropped the remote control she was holding.

Her eyes widened as she stared at Shen Qingge. Was this still the aloof female CEO? That scream was just too... too much!

"Does it hurt?" Jiang Che paused.

"It hurts...no, it's not pain..."

Shen Qingge slumped back onto the sofa, panting heavily, her face instantly flushed with an eerie red.

That feeling was so strange.

Jiang Che's fingers were like an electric branding iron. The moment he pressed down, an extremely hot and sour sensation rushed up the acupoint to the top of his head. The deep-seated soreness was instantly shattered and replaced by a tingling, numb feeling.

It hurts, but it feels good.

Moreover, it's the kind of exhilarating feeling that makes your soul leave your body.

"Should I go easy on me or hard?" Jiang Che asked.

"Important...important..." Shen Qingge bit her lip, her voice trembling, answering instinctively.

Jiang Che's lips curled into a smile.

His hands began to wander over Shen Qingge's shoulders and neck, from the Fengchi acupoint to the Jianjing acupoint, and then to the stiff trapezius muscle.

Every press and every knead precisely hit Shen Qingge's sore spots and pleasure points.

"Ah... um... Jiang Che... there... huff..."

In the living room, the sound of the TV playing a variety show seemed unable to drown out Shen Qingge's movements.

At this moment, she completely disregarded any image of being a CEO.

She slumped onto the sofa, her head resting weakly against Jiang Che's chest (because Jiang Che was sitting on the armrest), and with Jiang Che's movements, she would occasionally let out soft moans that made people blush.

It was a groan, an instinctive groan from a state of extreme relaxation.

But to onlookers, it sounded like a live broadcast.

Su Xiaoruan stood two meters away, completely dumbfounded.

She looked at her usually arrogant older sister, who was now as soft as a puddle of mud, her face as red as an apple, and she was humming softly.

Meanwhile, the usually gentle and refined older brother was now intently... groping his sister's body.

"Glug."

Su Xiaoruan swallowed.

She suddenly felt superfluous.

Moreover, she was actually a little envious.

"Brother..." Su Xiaoruan couldn't help but lean closer and whisper, "Look, I seem to have a bit of a stiff neck lately, could you give me one too..."

"Su Xiaoruan".

Before Jiang Che could speak, Shen Qingge, who was enjoying herself with her eyes closed, suddenly spoke up.

Although her voice was still soft, it carried a protective edge towards her food:

Go back to your room and do your homework.

"This is...this is treatment. Children shouldn't look."

Su Xiaoruan: "..."

She pouted, looking aggrieved. "What kind of treatment? You seemed to be enjoying it!"

But seeing the almost inseparable atmosphere between the two, Su Xiaoruan knew she couldn't intervene. She could only stomp her foot in frustration and run back to her guest room.

"Hmph! What's so great about it! Once my leg is healed, I'll have my brother massage it for me too!"

After Su Xiaoruan left, only the couple remained in the living room.

Without that several-hundred-watt light bulb, the atmosphere instantly became even more enchanting.

Jiang Che's hand gradually moved downwards and pressed against Shen Qingge's back.

"These muscles are too hard, like two iron plates," Jiang Che commented. "President Shen, are you carrying the entire company building to work?"

Shen Qingge was so comfortable that she didn't even bother to open her eyes. She hummed like a lazy cat.

"Stop talking nonsense...a little lower...yes, right there...it's sore..."

She had never felt that Jiang Che's hands were so warm, so big, or so reassuring.

The feeling of being controlled and cared for completely relaxed her nerves, which had been tense for a whole year.

"You can't really work out on the sofa."

Jiang Che massaged for a while, then frowned and said, "The meridians in your back are all blocked. You need an oil massage to open up your back and completely resolve this."

"An oil massage?" Shen Qingge opened her eyes groggily, her gaze unfocused and slightly watery.

"Hmm, do you have any essential oils at home?"

"On...on the dressing table in the bedroom."

Jiang Che stopped what he was doing, bent down, put one hand under her knees and the other around her back.

It was that familiar princess carry again.

"Ah!" Shen Qingge exclaimed, instinctively wrapping her arms around Jiang Che's neck. "What are you doing?"

"Go back to your room."

Jiang Che carried her and strode towards the master bedroom:

"It's more effective to massage it on the bed."

"and……"

Jiang Che lowered his head, bringing his breath close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe, his voice low and husky:

"If you shout too loudly here, the children will hear you."

boom--!

Shen Qingge's face instantly turned bright red, the redness spreading all the way to the roots of her neck.

Was she screaming very loudly just now?

She buried her face in Jiang Che's chest in shame and indignation, but did not struggle or say "put me down".

She simply tightened her grip on Jiang Che's collar.

"Click".

The door to the master bedroom was pushed open and then gently closed by Jiang Che with his heel.

But this time, the door wasn't locked.

The living room was kept dark, and only a dim bedside lamp was left on in the master bedroom.

In this enclosed, private space, the "treatment" that is about to take place will likely be a hundred times more intense than before.