Chapter 150: Confident Yang Xun

At his words, Meng Qiaofei and Xu Qian froze simultaneously. Their two pairs of beautiful eyes snapped toward Yang Xun, their faces filled with disbelief.

They simply couldn’t understand where Yang Xun got this confidence.

After all, Liu Mei was an extremely conservative woman. She had only ever been with one man in her entire life—her husband—and never a second.

Besides, she had only been a widow for a little over two years. With her reserved and modest personality, she wasn’t the kind of woman who could be easily won over by a man.

Seduce her in two hours, with just one chance at a massage?

Wasn’t that a little too arrogant?

"Are... are you serious?"

Meng Qiaofei’s slender, phoenix-like eyes narrowed slightly, her tone laced with suspicion.

Yang Xun didn’t bother with a lengthy explanation, simply repeating his earlier words in a calm voice, "Two hours is enough."

The confidence radiating from his very bones was as unshakeable as a great boulder, making one involuntarily want to believe him.

Xu Qian stared at Yang Xun for two seconds before deciding not to press further. A complex look flashed through her eyes as she nodded. "Alright, I’ll trust you this once. I hope you don’t disappoint me."

Since Xu Qian had said as much, Meng Qiaofei didn’t say anything more. She let out a soft sigh, also preparing to put her faith in Yang Xun this one time.

Soon, the office fell silent.

The three of them were lost in their own thoughts, the atmosphere subtle and charged.

Meng Qiaofei sat back down in her boss’s chair, but her phoenix eyes remained fixed on Yang Xun, her gaze tracing almost imperceptibly over his tall, sturdy frame.

In her mind, she couldn’t help but start fantasizing about Yang Xun’s future days working as a gigolo at the bathhouse.

’He’ll be here every day...’

’I’ll be able to see him every day...’

At this thought, Meng Qiaofei’s heart couldn’t help but beat a little faster.

Back at her home, she and Yang Xun had come incredibly close to sleeping together.

If Xu Qian hadn’t suddenly returned and interrupted them, she would have become Yang Xun’s woman that night.

Whenever she thought of it, a deep sense of regret would well up inside her.

And now, Yang Xun was coming to work at the bathhouse.

’What does this mean?’

’It means the opportunities for them to interact will increase dramatically!’

Besides, she still needed Yang Xun to resolve the Zodiac Origin Qi within her body.

That special constitution caused her hymen to constantly repair itself; no matter how it was broken, it would always grow back.

Unless Yang Xun used his unique method to solve this problem for her completely, she would never be able to get pregnant or become a mother in this lifetime.

For a moment, a flash of excitement appeared in Meng Qiaofei’s eyes. She... was actually starting to look forward to Yang Xun working here.

At this thought, her cheeks flushed slightly. She quickly tore her gaze away from Yang Xun and looked down, pretending to flip through the documents on her desk to hide the turmoil in her heart.

...

「In the blink of an eye, it was five in the afternoon.」

"RING RING RING!"

The phone on Meng Qiaofei’s desk rang again. She answered immediately, "Hello, Sister Liu?"

"Qiao Fei, I’m at the entrance."

"Okay, Sister Liu, come on in. I’ll come out to get you!"

After hanging up, Meng Qiaofei stood up from her chair and instructed Yang Xun and Xu Qian, "Liu Mei is here. I’ll go out to greet her and get her settled in a private room. You two wait for me in the office. I’ll come back for you once everything is arranged."

"Okay," Xu Qian nodded.

Meng Qiaofei straightened her collar and walked briskly out of the office.

Only Yang Xun and Xu Qian were left in the room.

Xu Qian sat on the sofa with her legs crossed. Her alluring, almond-shaped eyes flickered toward Yang Xun from time to time, full of complex emotions.

Yang Xun, on the other hand, leaned back on the sofa with his eyes closed, resting. He looked utterly confident.

About ten minutes later, the office door was pushed open. Meng Qiaofei strode in, a hint of nervousness on her face.

"Alright, we can go now."

Meng Qiaofei said in a low voice, "Liu Mei is already in Private Room Three. I told her I arranged for a new male technician with an exceptionally good technique, and she didn’t refuse."

Yang Xun stood up from the sofa and gave a slight nod. He flexed his finger joints, producing a series of crisp CRACKS.

However, just as the three of them were about to leave, Xu Qian suddenly stood up. Her almond-shaped eyes stared directly at Yang Xun, her voice tinged with anxiety. "Are... are you really confident?"

Although she had acted certain before, now that the moment had arrived, she couldn’t help but feel her heart pound with nervousness.

After all, if Yang Xun failed, not only would the gigolo plan be ruined, but he might also offend Liu Mei. If that happened, they might not even be able to keep the bathhouse.

Yang Xun turned to look at Xu Qian, his eyes filled with confidence. "I already told you," he said, "I can get her into bed within two hours."

If he were an ordinary person, he would never dare make such a guarantee when faced with a conservative woman he’d never met.

But Yang Xun was no ordinary person.

He was not only a Cultivator with abundant True Qi, but he also possessed the Dragon and Phoenix Immortal Hand!

This Tuina Technique could stimulate specific acupoints and meridians in the human body, completely awakening the desires hidden deep within a woman.

No matter how conservative or reserved she was, as soon as his hands touched her body, the desires suppressed deep within would surge forth like a bursting dam, completely irresistible.

’It’s perfectly suited for what I need to do right now.’

Seeing Yang Xun so confident, Xu Qian’s anxious heart settled a little. She took a deep breath and nodded. "Fine, let’s go then."

The three of them left the office and walked briskly down the hallway.

Meng Qiaofei led the way, with Xu Qian close behind and Yang Xun following at the rear.

The hallway was lined with exquisitely decorated private rooms, their doors adorned with golden number plates. The air was filled with the faint scent of essential oils, creating a relaxing and private atmosphere.

As they neared Private Room Three, Yang Xun suddenly thought of something. He paused for a moment and asked, "Hey, you’re telling me to go sleep with Liu Mei, but I don’t even know what she looks like."

He paused, his voice tinged with worry. "You even call her ’Auntie.’ Don’t tell me she’s some old, ugly woman?"

It was a very practical question.

After all, Xu Qian calling her "Auntie Liu Mei" suggested she was at least in her forties.

Women in their forties could vary wildly in appearance. What if she was a beefy, scowling matron...?

Just the thought of that image made Yang Xun’s skin crawl.

Xu Qian stopped and shot Yang Xun a glare over her shoulder. "You’ll know when you go in," she said irritably. "I guarantee you won’t be disappointed."

Seeing her expression, Yang Xun felt even less certain.

’She’s called "Auntie," so she must be pretty old. Could she really be beautiful?’

’Can I really trust this girl’s taste?’

Yang Xun grumbled to himself but didn’t ask any more questions.

"Alright, hurry up and go in. Liu Mei has been waiting for a long time."

Just then, Meng Qiaofei stopped walking. She turned around, pointed a slender finger at the closed door in front of them, and said in a serious tone, "This is it. Go on in. Remember, your identity right now is the bathhouse’s new male technician—the one with the best technique."

"Fine, I get it!"

Yang Xun took a deep breath and reached up to check that his mask was secure. After confirming it was, he gave a slow nod.

"Go on." Xu Qian stood to the side, her eyes fixed on Yang Xun, her voice a mix of anticipation and nervousness. "Two hours. Qiaofei and I will be waiting for you out here."

Yang Xun said no more. He reached out with his right hand and grasped the doorknob.

The next moment, he gently pushed the door open.

The decor inside the private room was exceptionally luxurious. A warm, yellow light softly bathed every corner, and the air was filled with the faint scent of lavender essential oil, which was deeply relaxing.

In the center of the room was a wide massage bed covered with a clean white sheet. On a small table beside it, various essential oils and towels were neatly arranged.

And on that massage bed, a woman was lying face down, her hands pillowed under her chin, seemingly resting with her eyes closed.

Yang Xun’s gaze fell upon the figure, and he instantly froze on the spot, an expression of undisguised shock spreading across his face...