You're back so early tonight.
With plenty of time to spare, it’s perfect for spending more moments with Auntie Qimeng.
To help ease her nervousness,
the first twenty minutes of the foot soak were just that—simple and soothing.
Apart from the initial touches and drying her feet with a towel, Lin Yu refrained from any mischief that might ruin the mood.
During the soak,
Lin Yu reminisced about his embarrassing school days, sharing each story with Auntie Qimeng.
He talked about the male classmates he’d run into today, how they whispered behind his back about his family, and how he’d struggled to process it all back then.
That’s why he’d occasionally taken out his frustrations on Auntie Qimeng.
Even if the demonic faction had been reduced to "corpses," those corpses still held value.
Sometimes, the dead could be more useful than the living.
As it turned out,
topics like these were the right choice.
Chen Qimeng was that kind of woman.
Hearing about Lin Yu’s "miserable past" gradually softened her own distress,
shifting her heartache toward him instead.
It also made her understand why Lin Yu had been so cold and distant during his first two years of college.
Without thinking, Chen Qimeng reached out, wanting to pat his head and comfort the wounded boy.
Baring one’s emotional scars so casually
was no easy feat.
But just as her fingers brushed his hair, she froze and pulled back.
He Jing might be detestable, but she wasn’t wrong about one thing…
Lin Yu wasn’t a child anymore!
A comforting head pat like this? It felt too much like an adult consoling a kid.
Yet when Chen Qimeng withdrew her hand, she caught Lin Yu’s gaze flickering toward her palm.
For a moment,
she was at a loss.
To dispel the awkwardness, she instinctively cupped his face instead.
Lin Yu: "…"
Chen Qimeng: "…"
Their eyes locked.
Chen Qimeng’s heart raced as she hurriedly murmured,
"Lin Yu, it’s… all in the past now."
"Let’s not dwell on what happened before. Let’s move forward together… okay?"
[Ding!]
[Masterstroke! The acting sect master is heartbroken by your past, feeling your pain as her own!]
[Reward: 50 spirit stones.]
The tremor in Auntie Qimeng’s voice and the hesitation in her touch didn’t escape Lin Yu’s notice.
She’d meant to pat his head, hadn’t she?
But then she changed her mind…
Lin Yu couldn’t help feeling smug.
Seems like these past few days had been shifting her mindset too.
Now was the time to strike—to secure his position as "sect master" once and for all!
With unwavering determination, he met her gaze. "You’re right, Auntie Qimeng. So now… lie down for me."
Chen Qimeng’s hand against his cheek trembled again. "Huh? L-Lie down?"
"Splash…"
As he spoke,
Lin Yu lifted her feet from the water.
A jolt of electricity—subtle yet undeniable—made Chen Qimeng go weak.
He took a dry towel and gently dabbed away the droplets.
Chen Qimeng considered refusing, insisting on doing it herself.
But then she remembered—
they’d already crossed far more intimate boundaries during the foot soak.
Backing out now… would it upset Lin Yu again?
Tonight, she’d already been called by her full name once. She didn’t want a repeat.
Besides, it was just a simple foot massage. Surely that was fine?
Even if she’d tried to protest, Lin Yu wouldn’t have let her escape.
Every tender motion drew an instant, delicate reaction from Auntie Qimeng.
Having her responses so effortlessly under his control? No way he’d let that slip away.
This time, he’d hold nothing back—[Joyous Phoenix Summoning Finger Technique], executed at full power!
With quiet unease, Chen Qimeng lay back.
Lin Yu moved the foot basin aside and pulled up a stool, positioning himself perfectly.
This angle, this atmosphere—it was the ideal setup, like the best foot parlor in town.
Before diving into the relaxation session,
Lin Yu stood, draping a blanket over Chen Qimeng.
Then, with a thoughtful murmur:
"Auntie Qimeng, it might hurt a little at first. If it does, just tell me."
"And I’ll tell you to bear with it."
"Once you get used to it, the pain will fade."
"Relax, don’t tense up. Ready?"
Chen Qimeng answered softly,
"Mm. Thank you, Lin Yu. You’re working hard."
Hard work?
Who’d be the one working hard soon was up for debate.
Lin Yu took a deep breath, flexed his fingers,
ensuring he was at peak condition to unleash the upgraded [Thunderous Joyous Phoenix Summoning Finger Technique].
Then—
his fingers danced, starting at the Yinbai point, gliding past Dadun, lingering at Lidui, pressing firmly into Neiting.
Next, he traced through Zuqiao, Zhaohai, and Yongquan, applying just the right pressure for a thorough, soothing massage.
One full cycle, then another…
"Ngh… mm!"
Chen Qimeng barely endured the first round before realizing—this was bad.
If she let out any strange noises under Lin Yu’s touch…
how could she ever face him again?
First, she hid half her face under the blanket.
Then—
that wasn’t enough.
In the end, she bit down on the fabric instead…
Minutes later,
Lin Yu paused.
Despite her sensitive physique, Chen Qimeng had shown "remarkable endurance."
Under the relentless assault of his combo techniques, she’d stifled everything beyond a few soft whimpers.
The sounds were under control, sure.
But her body’s reactions?
Like a hooked mermaid thrashing on the shore, her feet trembled with undeniable honesty.
The system’s feedback was just as frank.
[Ding!]
[Masterstroke! Your masterful fingerwork leaves the acting sect master flustered and spellbound!]
[Reward: 50 spirit stones.]
Watching Chen Qimeng exhale in relief,
Lin Yu cradled her foot and announced:
"The warm-up’s over, Auntie Qimeng. Now, the real session begins!"
Chen Qimeng gasped,
"W-Wait, that was just the warm-up?!"
Lin Yu’s voice dropped a note,
"Auntie Qimeng… does it feel bad? Do you want to stop?"
"If you’re uncomfortable, I can… end it here."
Auntie Qimeng’s selfless kindness—
rather than letting her waste it on outsiders who’d exploit her,
better to let Lin Yu be the one to benefit.
At least his schemes weren’t after her money.
Hearing the hint of "self-reproach" in his tone,
Chen Qimeng quickly backtracked:
"No, no! Don’t stop, keep going."
Then,
she stuffed the blanket corner back between her teeth…
With her consent secured, Lin Yu grinned and dove into the main event!
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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