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“You don’t need to be nervous. I called you here to teach this woman,” Jiang Che said, pointing to Ji Menglan, who was standing to the side. “Show her all your skills, like how to give a satisfying foot massage and how to make customers fully enjoy it. Teach her well.”

Relieved, the two technicians nodded. These tasks were simple for them since they had undergone professional training.

“Young Master Jiang, we need a separate room to guide this young lady,” one of the technicians said hesitantly. Teaching all their professional skills in front of Jiang Che made them uncomfortable.

Jiang Che glanced at her and, without much thought, asked Ah Qing to take the three of them to an upstairs guest room. Ji Menglan was naturally filled with resentment. She was reluctant to learn how to give foot massages, but under Jiang Che’s threatening gaze, she obediently followed the technicians upstairs.

In a room on the second floor, Ah Qing did not leave immediately after bringing them in. She was curious about what the technicians would teach Ji Menglan and thought she might learn something useful.

“Miss, please lie down on the bed, and I’ll demonstrate,” one technician said respectfully to Ji Menglan. She sensed that Ji Menglan had a special relationship with Jiang Che and didn’t want to offend her.

Ji Menglan hesitated but, recalling Jiang Che’s threatening look, lay down on the bed obediently, allowing the technician to start the foot massage.

“Miss, how does this feel? Is the pressure alright?”

“It’s okay… it’s quite comfortable,” Ji Menglan admitted, blushing slightly. She could now understand why some men liked going to pedicure shops—it was quite enjoyable.

“This is the Taibai acupoint. Gently pressing this point can give great pleasure,” the technician explained while massaging Ji Menglan’s feet. She took her job seriously, as promised by Jiang Che.

[TL: Taibai acupoint is the sole of the foot and is associated with the Spleen meridian, specifically Spleen 3 (SP-3). It is believed to help with various digestive issues and to strengthen the spleen and stomach.].

“Miss, your skin is very well-maintained,” the technician remarked, admiring Ji Menglan’s soft, white feet. She wasn’t just flattering; she had never seen such beautiful feet before.

Ji Menglan blushed even more, her feet shyly pulling away.

Ah Qing watched intently, secretly noting down the techniques and knowledge the technician shared.

The four women stayed in the room all afternoon as the technicians imparted all their knowledge to Ji Menglan. It wasn’t just about foot massages; they also covered how to please guests in other ways. Ji Menglan’s face turned red with embarrassment as she listened. She thought she was open-minded, but these women spoke even more freely than she expected, truly professionals.

“Young Master Jiang, I have taught this young lady everything,” the technician said respectfully when they came downstairs, hoping to get credit.

“Did you learn everything?” Jiang Che asked Ji Menglan lightly.

“Yes, I learned,” Ji Menglan replied reluctantly, nodding.

“Good job. The two of you can go to Ah Long for 30,000 yuan,” Jiang Che said, smiling at Ji Menglan’s response.

“Thank you, Young Master Jiang!” The two technicians were excited. They didn’t expect to earn so much money so easily.

“Alright, you can leave now,” Jiang Che said, dismissing them.

After they left, Jiang Che waved Ji Menglan over.

When Ji Menglan approached, Jiang Che pulled her into his arms. She trembled, struggling to break free, but Jiang Che held her tightly, raising her chin to look at her delicate face with a playful smile.

“Are you afraid of me?”

Ji Menglan’s eyelashes trembled slightly. She first nodded, then shook her head stubbornly. “How could I be afraid of you, you scumbag?”

“Oh, really?” Jiang Che grinned, pulling out a medical device from the system space and shaking it in his hand.

“What… what do you want to do? Don’t mess around!” Ji Menglan looked at Jiang Che with fear, feeling a chill run down her spine. She had developed a fear of that device.

“Call me Daddy! Otherwise, I’ll have to treat you…”

“You’re dreaming!” Ji Menglan spat, gritting her teeth. She knew Jiang Che was trying to humiliate her.

“No? Then I’m sorry…” Jiang Che frowned.

“You bastard, I’m not sick!” Ji Menglan struggled to climb out of Jiang Che’s arms, her face red with anger. Recalling the strange feeling that ran through her body during Jiang Che’s treatments, she felt conflicted. She realized she wasn’t as resistant as she had initially been and even felt some anticipation…

Jiang Che noticed the subtle change in her eyes and smiled. The treatment plan for Ji Menglan’s misogyny was finally showing results.

“Alright, we’ll stop here for now. Since you did well today, this genius doctor has decided not to treat you for the next two days.” Ji Menglan sighed with relief, glad to be spared from Jiang Che’s torture. But his next words made her heart sink.

“However, I’ll still be observing you. If your condition seems to recur, I’ll treat you again.” The next two days were leisurely for Jiang Che. He spent his time teasing Ah Qing or treating Ji Menglan.

Three days later, two women in OL outfits came to see Jiang Che.

“Young Master Jiang, here are the documents the chairman asked me to deliver,” one of them said respectfully, handing the papers to Jiang Che.

He glanced at the documents. It was the demolition order he needed. His mother had handled it quickly.

“You can leave now,” Jiang Che said.

“Yes, Young Master Jiang,” the two women replied, leaving promptly.

Outside the gate of Crouching Dragon Villa, one of the women sighed melancholically.

“Xiaoyu, what’s wrong?” her companion asked, puzzled.

“It’s a pity. I finally met Young Master Jiang, but I didn’t leave any impression on him,” Xiaoyu said regretfully. She had fought hard for the chance to deliver these documents, hoping to catch Jiang Che’s eye, but he didn’t even looked at her.

“Are you daydreaming? Who is Young Master Jiang? Do you think he hasn’t seen more beautiful women than you?” her companion replied, mercilessly dashing her hopes.

Xiaoyu said nothing, just sighed, feeling melancholic.