Jing Shao is infertile, but his nanny is pregnant with his child.

After her afternoon nap, Lu Yan went to give Zhou Yanchen a massage as usual. A little while later, Zhu Jingru came over with some dried socks.

Zhou Yanchen glanced at him, his voice impatient.

"Why haven't you gone to work yet?"

Zhu Jingru pulled up a stool and sat down. "I've been away from home for several years. I'm finally back, and I want to rest at home for a while."

"Then go home and rest."

Zhu Jingru looked hurt. "I came and you didn't even offer to treat me well, you even tried to kick me out. I was the one who washed your stinky socks."

Zhou Yanchen: "That's because you lost the bet."

Zhu Jingru crossed her legs and looked at him, "Then dare you say these socks are yours?"

Zhou Yan replied expressionlessly, "It's mine."

Zhu Jingru pointed at him with her hand, "Okay, it's yours. Next time you bring me Zhou Yanxing's socks to pretend to be mine, I'll take them and walk around the compound so all the female comrades who like you can see them."

Zhou Yanchen remained unmoved. "Suit yourself."

Lu Yan found it amusing to listen to their bickering.

The only thing that made her unhappy was that with Zhu Jingru around, she couldn't secretly touch Zhou Yanchen anymore.

During Lu Yan's massage, Zhu Jingru kept a close eye on her technique.

He knew a little about massage, but it was obvious that Lu Yan's technique was different from others.

After massaging his legs, Lu Yan picked up the blanket and covered Zhou Yanchen with it. Then she went to the bedside and said, "Mr. Zhou, let me massage your back. Please relax."

After saying that, Lu Yan bent down and moved her elbow back and forth on Zhou Yanchen's back, and then massaged Zhou Yanchen's shoulders and neck.

After the massage, Zhou Yanchen felt much better in his shoulders.

Zhu Jingru, watching from the side, also wanted to try it out. "Comrade Lu Yan, could you give me a massage?"

Lu Yan nodded and held out her hand to him, "Six yuan per session."

Zhu Jingru's eyes widened.

Why doesn't she just rob it!

Lu Yan withdrew her hand. "Never mind then."

Zhu Jingru's eye twitched, then he steeled himself, "Who said we weren't going to press it? Press it!"

He wanted to see how well she did the massage.

If the massage is good, ask her to massage her dad's legs.

Lu Yan first helped Zhou Yan sit up in his wheelchair before walking behind Zhu Jingru.

"Where does it usually hurt the most?"

Zhu Jingru patted his shoulder with his hands behind his back, "Here."

Lu Yan: "Take off your coat."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Jingru felt a sharp gaze directed at him.

Seeing that he didn't move, Lu Yan urged him, "Take it off already, what are you dawdling for?"

Zhou Yanchen's face grew increasingly gloomy.

Zhu Jingru raised an eyebrow, nodded with interest, and deliberately looked at Zhou Yanchen, saying, "Take it off, take it off right now."

After saying that, Zhu Jingru took off his clothes and was left with only an autumn shirt on.

Zhou Yanchen snorted coldly, the words almost squeezed out between his teeth, "Why don't you freeze to death?"

Zhu Jingru deliberately said, "Are you cold? I don't feel it. When Comrade Lu Yan was massaging you just now, I didn't see you wearing many layers."

Lu Yan: "This is perfect. If I wear too many layers, I won't feel the force."

Zhu Jingru nodded in agreement, "Comrade Lu Yan is right."

After saying that, he even raised his chin provocatively at Zhou Yanchen.

Zhou Yanchen rolled his eyes at him, but didn't say anything more.

Lu Yan gestured to a chair. "Come, sit here."

Zhu Jingru: "Not lying down?"

Lu Yan: "Ten yuan for lying down."

Zhu Jingru almost choked on his breath.

This woman is obsessed with money.

Lu Yan added, "Besides, there's nowhere for you to lie down here."

Zhou Yanchen is a germaphobe and would definitely not let him lie on the bed.

Zhu Jingru sat down.

Lu Yan patted his shoulder with her finger. "Is this the place?"

Zhu Jingru nodded.

The next second, Zhu Jingru jumped up from the chair in pain, clutching the spot where Lu Yan had pressed down with one hand. "What are you doing?!"

Lu Yan looked completely innocent. "I was about to ask you what you were doing. I only pressed it once and you couldn't take it anymore. How am I supposed to press it again?"

Zhu Jingru winced in pain. "Who massages with such force? Are you even a woman? Your hands are so strong."

Lu Yan retorted, "Are you even a man? You can't even handle this little bit of pain?"

Zhu Jingru: "..."

He suspected Lu Yan did it on purpose, but he had no evidence.

Zhou Yanchen watched from the side and chuckled softly.

Zhu Jingru looked at him and said, "What are you laughing at?"

Zhou Yanchen: "I'm laughing at you."

Zhu Jingru: "..."

Lu Yan: "Are you going to press it or not? If not, I'm leaving."

Zhu Jingru gritted his teeth and said, "Press!"

He refused to believe it; how much strength could a woman possibly have? She must have used up all her strength just now.

Zhu Jingru refused to believe it and sat down again.

When Lu Yan pressed her hand down again, Zhu Jingru winced in pain, but he endured it.

After persisting for three or four minutes, Zhu Jingru was sweating profusely from the pain. "Stop, stop, stop, I can't take it anymore."

Lu Yan: "A man can't say he's incapable."

Zhu Jingru: "..."

"Of course, if you really admit that you're not good enough, Mr. Zhou and I will definitely tell everyone. You can rest assured about that."

As she spoke, Lu Yan looked at Zhou Yanchen and said, "Is that right, Mr. Zhou?"

A faint smile emanated from Zhou Yanchen's chest, perfectly in agreement, "Mm."

Zhu Jingru: "..."

Did she forget to say "no"?

Zhu Jingru took a deep breath and forced a smile, saying, "I was just joking. Press away, I'm not afraid of pain."

Lu Yan massaged him for another ten minutes. By the end, Zhu Jingru was sweating profusely and didn't even have the strength to put on his clothes.

Lu Yan's face was neither flushed nor out of breath, showing no signs of having just given someone a vigorous massage. "Comrade, you probably don't exercise much, do you?"

Zhu Jingru is a visiting doctor who sits on a stool all day long. When he gets home, he just wants to lie in bed, so he really doesn't have much time to exercise.

"It will hurt even more tomorrow morning than it does now, so be prepared. But don't worry, it will get better in a few days. After pressing it a few more times, it won't hurt as much."

Zhu Jingru was in too much pain to speak. All he wanted to do was lie down. After a while, he finally regained some strength, slowly put on his clothes, and said weakly, "I'm going back."

Watching Zhu Jingru awkwardly stretch his shoulders, Lu Yan smiled and called out to his retreating figure, "Don't forget to pay, six yuan!"

Zhu Jingru: "Okay, I'll bring it to you later."

Lu Yan turned her head and met Zhou Yanchen's deep gaze.

"You did this on purpose?"

Lu Yan: "Half and half."

Zhou Yanchen pursed his lips. "I'll tell him not to come again."

He wanted his massage to be a private moment for the two of them, and he didn't want anyone else around.

"He came to keep an eye on me because he was worried about you. He genuinely cares about you. Let him come if he wants to," Lu Yan explained, afraid he might misunderstand. "Although I gave him a massage with a little bit of revenge in mind, I absolutely didn't mean to harm him!"

"His shoulders are too congested."