Chapter 0065: Hurry and Come

A few days ago, there had been a faint ache, but she hadn’t paid it much attention—who would have thought today the pain would flare so sharply. Seeing Chen Yuanyuan’s pained expression, Zhang Xiaofan shook his head and said, “I told you you were ill, but you wouldn’t believe me. Now you see, the illness is acting up, isn’t it?”

Chen Yuanyuan gazed at Zhang Xiaofan, her face etched with agony. Now, she found herself half-believing his words. “Then tell me, what’s wrong with me?” she asked. Yet as she glanced down at the spot her small hand was clutching, a flush rose to her cheeks. She quickly withdrew her hand, but the pain made her arm tremble, and by accident, her V-neck was tugged aside, revealing a swath of snowy skin.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaofan had already parked the car by the roadside. “You have breast cancer,” he said.

Watching fear swiftly cloud Chen Yuanyuan’s face, Zhang Xiaofan added, “It’s in the early stages; it can still be treated. Yours is probably genetic, isn’t it?”

Chen Yuanyuan nodded. Indeed, her mother had died of breast cancer.

Looking at her, Zhang Xiaofan couldn’t help but feel a surge of sympathy.

“If you can tell my illness at a glance, don’t tell me you’re some kind of miracle doctor?” Chen Yuanyuan asked.

“Heh, you guessed right. People call me Doctor Divine Zhang. But I rarely step in myself,” Zhang Xiaofan replied with a smile.

“Oh, sure,” Chen Yuanyuan retorted, inwardly resolving that after this operation, she would go to the hospital for a check-up.

“Believe it or not, it’s not just talk,” Zhang Xiaofan said, his tone sour. “With this genetic breast cancer, even a hospital might not cure you. And if they do, it’ll be through a mastectomy, one hundred percent.”

That… Chen Yuanyuan was stunned. She had seen enough on television; many breast cancer patients did have to undergo mastectomies.

That was a woman’s very gateway; to lose it was like losing a part of her soul.

Nearby, a young man’s eyes gleamed with excitement as he led Leng Lishang out.

“Thanks, brother.”

“All right, I’ll go have some fun,” Leng Lishang laughed, snuffing out his cigar and rising. He told a subordinate, “Come, take me to those pretty girls. After I’m done, you can play with them too.”

“You go ahead, I’ll keep watch here,” Blade said.

“I have this uneasy feeling, maybe I’m overthinking,” Leng Lishang said, then smiled. “Blade, I hear there are some top beauties here. Later, we’ll enjoy ourselves.”

“Unlikely. We all came in separately,” Blade said in his low voice. “But don’t let your guard down. There could be cops watching us.”

“Blade, do you think our secret arrival in Jinghai has already attracted attention?” Leng Lishang mused aloud. Blade was sitting right beside him.

“Yes, Mr. Leng,” the bald man replied.

“Keep watching. If anyone looks suspicious, take them out immediately.” Seated on a leather sofa, cigar in hand, it was none other than Leng Lishang.

The speaker, a bald man, stared at the monitor screens showing both the outside and inside of the bar.

“Nothing suspicious,” he reported.

Meanwhile, in a certain room in the bar…

With a subordinate leading the way, the two entered the bar.

Chen Yuanyuan was seething inside but had no choice but to swallow her anger, hiding it well.

“All right,” Zhang Xiaofan thought to himself, admiring this girl’s acting skills. Then he wrapped a big arm around Chen Yuanyuan’s slender waist and planted a kiss—only a fool would pass up such an opportunity.

She stepped forward, clung to Zhang Xiaofan’s arm, and fluttered her lashes coquettishly. “Darling, let’s go in.”

Though she was annoyed, she played her part to perfection.

Chen Yuanyuan was inwardly fuming. What did he mean, “my girl”? Did she look like a mistress? Weren’t they supposed to be a couple?

The subordinate’s eyes lit up at the sight of the cash. Although most customers here were wealthy and might spend tens of thousands on hostesses, few bothered to tip the underlings—if they did, it was usually just a hundred or so.

Zhang Xiaofan then pulled ten crisp bills from his pocket and said generously, “Do we need a reservation? I’m here for drinks with my girl.”

The car door opened, and the bar’s doorman asked courteously, “Do you have a reservation, sir?”

The Cayenne, a symbol of status, rolled to a stop, and a young attendant quickly stepped up to direct them.

Fervor Bar was Zhang Xiaofan’s destination.

The Cayenne cruised along and, several minutes later, stopped at Fervor Bar’s entrance.

By the time they reached Paradise Street, it was nearly seven; dusk had fallen, neon lights flickered, and the street throbbed with pounding music.

Downtown, Paradise Street—it really was a paradise, lined with upscale KTVs, bars, clubs, and hotels. Truly a man’s playground, provided you had the money for it.

After their earlier commotion, Zhang Xiaofan restarted the engine. There were more important matters awaiting him.

…

“All right…”

“No, you can’t look. I agreed just now, but not anymore,” Chen Yuanyuan protested.

“You already looked before, so what’s the harm in looking again?”

“No looking!”

“Uh… your bra is crooked…” Zhang Xiaofan commented, eyes fixed on her V-neck.

“Not a chance!” Chen Yuanyuan refused firmly.

“Hey, don’t curse just because you’re unwilling. If you really don’t want to, a kiss will do,” Zhang Xiaofan said.

Who did this guy think she was! Did he expect her, his girlfriend, to help him just because he was frustrated? Scoundrel! Shameless rogue!

Chen Yuanyuan’s face changed at once. “You’re a pervert!”

“No, no… Talking money is so crass. I think you should be my girlfriend. I’ve been pent up lately,” Zhang Xiaofan said.

“Do you want money? But I don’t have much…” Chen Yuanyuan said honestly.

“Just saying thank you isn’t enough. I have conditions for treating your illness,” Zhang Xiaofan said.

“Thank you,” Chen Yuanyuan said sincerely.

A few minutes later, Zhang Xiaofan stopped. “You can get dressed now. You won’t feel pain for several days. When there’s time, I’ll cure you completely.”

If Zhang Xiaofan knew what she was thinking, he’d be furious. Was his massage technique something a blind masseur could match?

It was amazing, even better than professional blind massage.

“This guy really does have some skills,” Chen Yuanyuan thought, feeling her fatigue from work melt away under his touch.

Channeling his spiritual energy, Zhang Xiaofan pressed his thumb to several points beneath her breast. Gradually, Chen Yuanyuan felt a gentle warmth spread, and the pain disappeared.

Zhang Xiaofan blinked—how could her words sound so suggestive? Very well, here I come!

Umm…

“I know—hurry up,” Chen Yuanyuan urged. All she wanted was for him to finish quickly.

“Let me warn you, don’t move around. I’m about to use my energy. If you mess up my technique, the consequences will be serious,” Zhang Xiaofan reminded her again.

At this moment, Chen Yuanyuan was lying in the passenger seat, collar gaping, nervous and hesitant, her chest rising and falling with each breath.

In truth, Zhang Xiaofan felt helpless too. Who had invented such an extraordinary massage technique? Still, it was effective; even the most aloof beauty would obediently undress.

He was sure that once Chen Yuanyuan experienced his professional touch, she would, like Lin Sixue before her, come to relish the sensation.

Indeed, if he had to work through clothing, he couldn’t find the right points.

“No need for acupuncture yet,” Zhang Xiaofan said, unable to help noticing Chen Yuanyuan’s impressive figure.

Her bra came into view, encasing two astonishing peaks. Blushing to her ears, she asked, “Do I have to take it off too…”

“Go ahead,” Chen Yuanyuan replied seriously, then slowly unzipped the back of her dress and slipped the white fabric down her fragrant shoulders.

Desperate times called for desperate measures—this was for her own good.

“I…” Chen Yuanyuan was at a loss for words. Zhang Xiaofan’s earnestness made her wonder if she was just being overly sensitive.

“Miss, do you think I can find the acupoints through clothes? When I treated the vice president of Lin Group, she insisted on undressing for the treatment. If you’re going to be this difficult, maybe you really should go to the hospital for a mastectomy,” Zhang Xiaofan said, exasperated. This job was becoming impossible.

“Isn’t it enough through the clothes? Why do you have to reach inside… Are you just taking advantage?” Chen Yuanyuan pouted. If it weren’t for his special status, she’d have punched him.

Zhang Xiaofan was speechless—why was it so hard to be a good person? Did she really think he cared that much? They were just two lumps of flesh, nothing special. He had pectorals too.

“I told you before, and you agreed. Why are you scolding me now?”

What a headache. She had just agreed to let him treat her, but now she’d turned hostile—women really were fickle!

Chen Yuanyuan glared at him, furious. He must have tricked her—the treatment was just an excuse.

“Pervert! Shameless! Scoundrel!”

Blushing, Chen Yuanyuan instinctively grabbed Zhang Xiaofan’s hand.

“You… take your hand out!” she cried.

Before she could finish, a large hand slid swiftly inside her collar.

Red-faced, Chen Yuanyuan said, “Fine, you can treat me, but you must be careful not to touch—”

On second thought, she decided to let him help her. Compared to losing her breast, letting him take a little advantage was a small price to pay.

At that moment, Zhang Xiaofan seemed to sense her hesitation and added, “A professional massage doesn’t require touching the breast itself—only acupuncture would need to penetrate there.”

Hearing this, Chen Yuanyuan bit her lip. She didn’t even have to think about it—a so-called ‘professional massage’ would definitely involve her chest. Letting a man massage her there would be mortifying.

“With my professional massage technique, combined with acupuncture, I can cure you completely,” Zhang Xiaofan said solemnly. “Of course, if you think I’m just trying to take advantage, never mind. I won’t help only to be called a pervert.”

“Whatever the method, I’m willing,” Chen Yuanyuan replied.

“There is a way, but it depends on your willingness,” Zhang Xiaofan said.

“Please, help me. I don’t want to lose my… breast…” Chen Yuanyuan pleaded pitifully. So what if she was a tough policewoman? She was a woman, after all.

“You’ve come to the right person. Of course I can cure you,” Zhang Xiaofan said.

“So… what method do you have?” Chen Yuanyuan asked expectantly.

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