Chapter 20.1 : Did it Overturned?

The warm light in the SPA room, the flickering flame of the burning incense on the table, and the scent swirling around the room.

It was unbelievably quiet around. The man stood behind her, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, tall and exuding an elite aura.

Except that he was about to apply essential oils to his hands.

“…Jiang Gege, why did you suddenly come back?”

Yu Zhi had just finished the back massage, now only covered with a thin blanket from head to toe. She was lying on a soft cushion, struggling to turn her head, only to find that Jiang Qianchen had already taken off his watch, “No, no need to bother.”

“Let the professional beautician who just did it come.” Yu Zhi emphasized the word “professional,” then hypocritically said, “You’ve been on a business trip for so long, you’ve worked hard.”

Yu Zhi: Let Jiang Qianchen massage her calves? No thanks, she’s afraid of losing her life J

The man seemed not to sense the implied meaning in her words, just slightly raised his head, “Lie down properly.”

“Oh.”

Opposition is ineffective. Before the execution, Yu Zhi stubbornly requested, “Can you use the bottle of rose-scented essential oil?” Maybe this way, Jiang Qianchen could be driven away by the scent.

However, the next second, Yu Zhi couldn’t think at all. Her delicate ankle was captured by a warm palm, his fingertips seemed to be getting closer and closer, and just before the touch, a shiver ran through her skin.

The man’s slender fingers rested on her calf, the joints clearly visible. With gentle movements, when the skin actually made contact, all sensations vanished, like irrational molten lava, leaving only a surging heat.

She naturally had a cold body, even in summer, her hands and feet were often cool. But now, that enchanting icy skin and jade bones were held in someone’s palm, delicately kneaded, as if immersed in a misty hot spring, comfortable and gentle. Yet it carried an indescribable palpitation and throbbing, not like a massage, but more like a delicate play, making her whole body go weak involuntarily.

“Ah, please don’t…”

The rough fingers suddenly began to press on the acupoints of her legs. Yu Zhi’s body was much more sensitive than ordinary people, and she couldn’t bear it for long. With tears in her eyes, she trembled and tried to speak up to stop, but the sound was too much like engaging in an inappropriate activity. She quickly closed her mouth and sobbed softly.

This technician’s technique is not skilled, she will leave a negative review!

Yu Zhi bit her lip and thought secretly.

On the other hand, Jiang Qianchen took the initiative to stop, and gently pinched her calf, “Uncomfortable?”

Not really. Yu Zhi buried her head, afraid to let Jiang Qianchen see her face. Although the process is indescribable, it seems like… her legs do feel less sore.

Although the man is a scumbag, it seems like he knows everything.

Yu Zhi silently complained in her heart. The heavens are so unfair. Other people are just casually molded from mud by Nüwa, but Jiang Qianchen is clearly a meticulously carved and crafted creation. Yu Zhi discreetly turned her head to see Jiang Qianchen standing by the sink, washing his hands. His shadow extended to her feet under the lamp. The sound of water trickled, and the man calmly wiped the water droplets off his hands with a towel, as if engaged in some serious work.

“Feeling better?”

Jiang Qianchen turned around and saw this scene. His little wife was resting her head on his slender arm, her watery almond eyes looking up at him. Her palm-sized face was flushed with a translucent blush, as if she had just cried, with wet eyelashes, innocent yet carrying a hint of charm. It made people unable to help but feel pity, yet also desire more fiercely.

He had never liked heavily made-up women. Perhaps it was the indoor lighting that created such an ambiguous atmosphere, making her rosy face and the moistness on her lips appear more alluring even without makeup. A beauty under the lamp, delicate and enchanting.

The unfamiliar and restless heartbeat made Jiang Qianchen loosen his tightly buttoned collar, his gaze darkening slightly.

But Yu Zhi, as if unaware, pouted and softly complained, “It still hurts a little.” Unconsciously, she acted spoiled towards him.

This feeling is like a beautifully nurtured cat that, after playing tired, lies on your lap and gives a gentle scratch to your heart.

Cute and pitiful.

Jiang Qianchen suppressed his desires and took a moment to regain his usual composure. “I’ll have Secretary Xu bring over some active oil later.”

“But the scent of active oil is too strong.”

Yu Zhi softly spoke, propping her head up to look at him.

Yu Zhi didn’t miss Jiang Qianchen’s momentary unnatural expression just now. President Jiang had condescended to help her a little, and he still had to deal with multimillion-dollar business matters in minutes. How could he possibly have the time to massage her legs again!

She firmly believed in doing whatever her enemies disliked. Jiang Qianchen’s aversion—her crying and demanding—Jiang Qianchen’s disgust—heading straight for divorce—plan successful.

She could do without the man, but the mission had to be completed. The red numbers on the bank account these days almost lured her into Jiang Qianchen’s money trap. The flattery from the company’s higher-ups made her feel like a unique fairy who had descended to earth, as if she were some stock market deity or the first female entrepreneur. Yu Zhi almost couldn’t maintain her aloof and indifferent image.

But when she thought about the beautiful future life, Yu Zhi decided to continue adhering to the principles of loving her job and being dedicated, playing the role of a white lotus supporting character who teetered on the edge of self-destruction.

So, in her sweetest voice, she said:

“Jiang Gege, can you help me massage, please?”

Yu Zhi tentatively called out, “Hubby?”

Upon hearing this, the man wearing a wristwatch paused in his movements.

His gaze shifted away from the dark silver dial, looking at her with a deep, almost viscous intensity.

The skin on his exposed back felt like it was burning, and Yu Zhi suppressed the urge to flee in panic, as if something was escaping from a sealed container.

Jiang Qianchen restrained his gaze and said, “Okay.”

Yu Zhi: “Or we could just…”

Yu Zhi: “…Ah?”