Sky Curtain: Taking Little Rhinoceros to wash his feet! Li Er breaks down!

Three luxury cars with consecutive license plate numbers came to a stop outside the store.

The door of the middle Maybach opened. Two bodyguards in black quickly unloaded a custom-made wheelchair.

Mr. Zhang sat in the back seat, his right foot swollen like a fermented bun, the skin taut and shiny, unable to even fit into his shoes. An acute gout attack.

"Chairman Zhang, the appointment with the specialist at the First Municipal Hospital is already booked. It's just the right time to go now," the secretary whispered, standing by the car door.

Chairman Zhang ignored him. He sniffed hard, his gaze fixed on the three-story building with a full glass curtain wall on the street.

That smell was too overpowering.

It wasn't cheap perfume, but a herbal scent that could penetrate right into your bones. He suffered from gout and severe insomnia for years, and was neurasthenia. But as soon as the scent wafted into the car window, his throbbing temples miraculously relaxed a little.

"I'm not going to the hospital." Chairman Zhang pointed to the shop. "Push me inside."

The bodyguard helped Mr. Zhang into a wheelchair.

The wheelchair was parked at the store entrance. Chairman Zhang looked up and saw the holographic signboard.

Wanchao Immortal Palace Foot Massage.

Subtitle: The richest man's daughter personally massages his feet.

Chairman Zhang smirked and let out a cold laugh: "These foot massage parlors nowadays will stop at nothing to create a buzz. Everyone in Jiangcheng knows that Su Zhennan's daughter ran away from home. Using that to make a fuss, aren't they afraid the Su family will smash up this place?"

He shook his head, thinking that the medicinal fragrance inside was probably some kind of chemically synthesized illusion.

"Go in and take a look. If they dare to falsify anything, call the Industry and Commerce Bureau and shut it down immediately," Chairman Zhang waved his hand.

The wheelchair passed over the sensor door.

"Whoosh—"

The translucent holographic water ripples spread out to both sides.

The criticism and disdain that Chairman Zhang had prepared caught in his throat the moment he stepped across the threshold.

Beneath my feet lay a thick, hand-woven Persian carpet, so thick it covered the soles of my shoes. Directly in front of me, a constant-temperature water curtain cascaded down from a height of three stories, the water flowing along the stone wall without splashing a single drop. The medicinal fragrance in the air was ten times stronger than what I smelled outside, yet it wasn't pungent at all.

The decor is impressive.

Mr. Zhang travels all over the world year-round, and he has even stayed in seven-star hotels in Dubai. But every detail in this lobby exudes a kind of understated elegance and extravagance that money can't buy.

"Welcome to the Palace of Ten Thousand Immortals."

A crisp sound rang out.

Su Tiantian was wearing a newly delivered black business suit with a gold name tag pinned to her chest: Technician Number One. She was carrying a wooden tray with a white porcelain bowl on it, the amber-colored medicinal bath water steaming hot.

Chairman Zhang turned his head away casually.

The moment his gaze fell on Su Tiantian's face, his eyes suddenly bulged.

With both hands gripping the wheelchair armrests tightly, Mr. Zhang instinctively tried to stand up, but the sharp pain in his right foot forcefully pulled him back to his seat.

"Hiss—" He gasped, pointing at Su Tiantian, his voice trembling, "Wan... Wanqing's niece?!"

Su Zhennan's only daughter, whom he has been searching for frantically, is the sole heir to the Su Group.

During holidays and festivals, Chairman Zhang would visit the Su family and had seen Su Wanqing countless times. He absolutely couldn't mistake that face!

Su Tiantian held the tray, pushed up her black-rimmed glasses, and her expression remained completely calm.

"Esteemed guest, we don't have Wanqing here, only Technician Number One." Su Tiantian placed the tray on the crystal reception counter, took out her tablet, and said, "Would you like a foot wash or a massage? Judging from your feet, it seems to be an acute gout attack. I recommend our premium herbal bath package, which costs 8888 yuan per session."

Mr. Zhang's mind was buzzing.

He glanced at the name tag on Su Tiantian's chest, then at the sign outside the door that read "The richest man's daughter personally massages feet".

It's not a gimmick.

Su Zhennan's daughter, a billionaire heiress, is actually working as a technician in this foot massage parlor!

"Does your dad...does your dad know you're here serving foot bath water?" Director Zhang swallowed hard.

"Whether he knows or not doesn't affect my sales targets." Su Tiantian tapped a few times on the tablet. "Customer, would you like to sign up for a membership card? Top up 50,000 and get 5,000 free."

Chairman Zhang is still questioning the meaning of life.

Light footsteps echoed in the inner hall's corridor.

"Sister Sweetie, Big Brother said that these purple fruits need to be washed clean before they can be served to the guests."

Little Sizi came out carrying a white porcelain fruit plate.

The little girl changed into a black and white Lolita maid outfit, with delicate lace trim on the skirt. Her hair was restyled in two buns, each adorned with a white bow.

She walked with her short legs to the wheelchair.

Seeing Chairman Zhang sitting in a wheelchair, Xiao Sizi blinked her big eyes.

She put down the fruit plate, clasped her hands in front of her chest, took a half step back with her right foot, and slightly bent her knee.

A perfectly standard and dignified Tang Dynasty Wanfu Gift, flawless in every way.

"Hello, Uncle, please have some tea and snacks," Little Sizi said in her childish voice, pushing the fruit plate forward. On the plate were 5J grade cherries that she had just bought from Sam's Club that morning.

Chairman Zhang was completely dumbfounded.

He had been in the business world for decades, seeing countless socialites, heiresses, and ladies of high society. But the demeanor of this four-year-old girl before him exuded an air of nobility that seemed to emanate from her very being. That composure and poise were not qualities that could be cultivated in an ordinary family.

"Whose child is this...?" Chairman Zhang stammered.

"The boss's sister," Su Tiantian replied casually.

Above the sky, the heavens trembled.

In the Tang Dynasty, at the Lizheng Hall.

Li Shimin looked at the sky and saw his most beloved eldest princess, dressed in strange clothes, bowing to a modern merchant sitting in a wheeled chair and serving him a fruit platter.

"Bang!"

Li Shimin slapped the small sandalwood table next to him, shattering it.

"Outrageous! Outrageous!" Li Shimin's eyes were bloodshot as he pointed at the sky and cursed, "Lin Yu, you little brat! My princess, a woman of noble birth, how dare she serve a merchant who reeks of money! I will exterminate your entire clan!"

Empress Zhangsun quickly grabbed his sleeve: "Second Prince, please calm down! Those clothes look novel and quite cute. Sizi is also sensible and well-mannered..."

"Even if you're sensible, you can't serve food to merchants!" Li Shimin paced back and forth in the palace in anger.

The screen was instantly filled with comments.

[Emperor Liu Che of the Han Dynasty: Hahaha! Li Er, where's your dignity as the Heavenly Khan? Even a Tang princess working as a waitress in later generations could carry this fruit platter so steadily!]

[Zhu Yuanzhang, the Ming Dynasty emperor: This is hilarious! Li Shimin, your precious daughter is quite the charmer. Those purplish-red fruits look so tempting!]

[Qin Emperor Ying Zheng: The Tang princess condescends to serve him. Lin Yu's methods are unpredictable.]

Lin Yu stood by the railing on the second floor, watching the emotional value on the system panel jump wildly.

[Ding! You have received extreme protectiveness and anger from Li Shimin. Your emotional value has increased by 80000!]

[Ding! Received the ultimate mockery from Liu Che, emotion value +50000!]

[Current cumulative sentiment score: 2450000.]

Lin Yu walked down the stairs.

"Get ready to soak your feet," Lin Yu said to Su Tiantian.

Mr. Zhang was still hesitating. His right foot was throbbing with gout, and even a gust of wind would cause him excruciating pain, let alone soaking it in hot water.

But the aroma of the medicine was just too tempting.

The bodyguards pushed Chairman Zhang to the VIP room on the first floor.

The constant-temperature foot bath tub was ready. Su Tiantian poured the bowl of amber-colored premium medicinal bath water into the tub.

"laugh--"

As the medicinal liquid was added to the water, an extremely powerful heat instantly rose up. The entire private room was filled with a rich medicinal aroma.

Mr. Zhang took a deep breath and felt the stuffiness in his chest caused by insomnia instantly dissipate.

"Guest, please get in the water." Su Tiantian put on a pair of disposable gloves.

Chairman Zhang gritted his teeth and had his bodyguards take off his shoes and socks. Looking at his swollen and shiny right foot, he steeled his heart and slowly dipped it into the water.

He was prepared for excruciating pain.

The moment your feet touch the water.

There was no stinging sensation.

An extremely powerful surge of heat rushed through the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of the foot, directly opening up the meridians.

The active ingredients in the medicine seemed to have eyes, heading straight for the swollen joints.

Gout is caused by uric acid crystals accumulating in the bone joints. The sharp, needle-like pain that usually occurs is actually caused by the powerful heat, which causes the crystals to dissolve rapidly.

"hiss--"

Mr. Zhang suddenly tilted his head back, and the back of his head hit the back of the leather sofa.

He bit his lip hard, but still couldn't hold back.

"Hmph... That feels good..."

A grunt, sounding like a pig's squeal, that was completely out of character for a real estate tycoon, escaped from his nostrils.

The swelling and redness in my ankle subsided at a visible rate. The taut, shiny skin began to wrinkle.

That incredibly soothing feeling, like your bones have been hollowed out and comforted, shoots straight to the top of your head.

Mr. Zhang slumped onto the sofa, one button on his suit jacket popped open. He was panting heavily, his forehead covered in sweat, but his face was as rosy as if he had just drunk a tonic soup.

Su Tiantian sat on a small stool, pressed her hands on the soles of his feet, and began to perform a Thai fusion massage.

"Holy crap!"

Chairman Zhang shouted and gripped the handrail tightly with both hands.

The soreness, numbness, swelling, and pain eventually transformed into a refreshing sensation that reached straight to the soul.

"Press harder! Niece, press harder!" Mr. Zhang shouted with his eyes closed. "This skill! Absolutely amazing!"

On the sky.

[Zhu Yuanzhang, the Ming Dynasty emperor: This old bastard is screaming even more pitifully than we are! But this medicinal bath is truly miraculous; just looking at it makes my feet feel warm.]

[Sun Simiao of the Tang Dynasty: A miracle! Visible reduction in swelling and bruising! If I could see the formula of this medicinal soup, I would die without regret!]

[Emperor Liu Che of the Han Dynasty: Lin boy, save me a bucket of this medicinal soup! If my army has this, the cold of the northern deserts is nothing!]