A few minutes later, inside the room.
"Click-clack… click-clack…"
After finishing their serious conversation, Mo Shangying returned to typing away at her keyboard.
Lin Yu had no idea what she was actually working on.
He paced around, searching for the right moment to speak up.
However.
Mo Shangying was more absorbed than a gaming addict, the sound of her keyboard never stopping.
Waiting like this would take forever—better to take the initiative.
Lin Yu: "Ying'er…"
Mo Shangying: "Call me 'sis.'"
Lin Yu: "You were only born three days earlier—don’t pull rank on me with your birthday. You… how much longer are you going to be busy?"
Mo Shangying glanced at the time:
"Until dinner, about half an hour."
"If you’re still hoping to sleep with me tonight, I suggest you give up and go downstairs to wait for dinner."
"Boys are so amusing. You used to be so shy, and now you’ve got no shame at all. Heh heh heh."
Lin Yu: "…"
Did he really seem that desperate?
Lin Yu immediately put on a performance:
"You’re really mistaking kindness for malice, huh? Fine, I won’t say anything else."
"I just thought you looked exhausted and wanted to help you out."
"But you—honestly, you’re just…"
Lin Yu’s terrible acting actually piqued Mo Shangying’s interest.
Her fingers never stopped typing, but her eyes flicked toward him:
"Oh? Help me out?"
"Little Yu, are you offering to write code for me?"
Finally, they were getting to the point.
Lin Yu slid back onto his chair and quickly said:
"Does helping you only mean writing code? I just heard you say your hands and feet are cold, right?"
"I recently learned a new hand-and-foot massage technique—super effective for improving circulation and warming up cold extremities!"
"I’m not exaggerating—guaranteed instant results, no scams here."
Mo Shangying gave him a weird look and shrugged: "Tch. Men."
Lin Yu scowled: "What’s that face for? What’s that reaction? You don’t believe me?"
Mo Shangying swiveled her chair to face Lin Yu directly.
For the first time since he’d entered the room, she was actually sitting properly in her seat.
Then.
Without hesitation, she placed one dainty foot on Lin Yu’s lap:
"Massage skills, foot rubs—such classic moves."
"Start with the feet, then slowly work your way up the legs."
"Then wait for me to say things like 'Don’t do that' or 'Stop' or 'Be gentle…'"
"Until it’s too late to resist, everything falls into place, and the battle rages on…"
"You think I haven’t read those kinds of plots before?"
Lin Yu’s eyebrows shot up as he protested:
"Listen to yourself! Just listen!"
"Filthy words, dirty thoughts—that’s all you’ve got!"
"Cut back on all that questionable content, got it?"
"Look how corrupted you’ve become, even suspecting an upright gentleman like me?"
As he spoke, Lin Yu grabbed Mo Shangying’s fair-skinned foot with feigned annoyance:
"Gotta say… your skin’s pretty smooth. Do you moisturize?"
Mo Shangying burst out laughing.
A flirtatious version of Little Yu was way more entertaining than the shy one!
She kept teasing:
"Little Yu, is this your first time touching a girl’s foot? Happy?"
"So this is what you’re into."
"You could’ve just said so—your sis is generous like that."
"Why pretend to be some old-school physician?"
Teasing aside.
Lin Yu wasn’t all talk with no skills to back it up.
His latest prize from the gacha—[Pleasure Steps Phoenix Beckoning Technique]—was his secret weapon.
[With deft fingers tracing meridians, warmth flows through weary soles, banishing fatigue, summoning bliss, and drawing beauties near.]
With such an extravagant description, Lin Yu was eager to test its effects on a real girl.
"I’m pretending?"
"Ying’er, remember what you just said."
"Don’t come begging me later."
Following the techniques imprinted in his mind, Lin Yu’s hands began moving.
Mo Shangying still hadn’t grasped the severity of the situation, quipping:
"Beg you for what? Heh heh, beg you not to gobble me up?"
Before the gacha.
Lin Yu had zero knowledge about foot reflexology.
Now.
He could pinpoint every pressure point with precision.
The right pressure, the perfect number of presses, how to maximize the sensation…
He moved with the ease of a seasoned foot masseur with decades of experience!
At first.
Mo Shangying thought this was just another clumsy attempt at flirting.
She had no idea.
This was the beginning of her downfall.
"Hiss… that’s a bit sore…"
"Mmm…"
"Actually, it’s kinda…"
With every press, Mo Shangying’s expressions shifted subtly.
The dull ache in her soles gradually melted into soothing warmth.
A tingling numbness spread upward, softening her body bit by bit.
The occasional twitch of her foot only proved Lin Yu’s mastery.
Eyes closed, Mo Shangying didn’t even realize.
She had instinctively adjusted her posture, offering her other foot without a word…
But right then.
Lin Yu suddenly withdrew his hands, stopping all movement.
Mo Shangying’s eyes flew open as she grabbed his arm:
"Little Yu, you…"
"Who stops a foot massage halfway?"
Lin Yu leaned in, closing the distance between them.
Only then did he notice the faint blush dusting Mo Shangying’s ears…
Damn, this Phoenix Beckoning Technique!
Was it really this effective?
Just two or three minutes in, and Mo Shangying was already hooked.
Lin Yu smirked inwardly but played it cool:
"Pfft, why would a lecher like me pretend to be some physician?"
"Just testing it out—better quit while I’m ahead."
Mo Shangying wasn’t fooled.
She knew he was throwing her earlier mockery back at her.
As someone who’d suffered from icy hands and feet for years, this was the first time she’d felt such enveloping warmth, that intoxicating mix of numbness and comfort.
How could she let him stop now?
"P-please… Little Yu."
"Keep going? Sis was wrong."
"…"
Mo Shangying tugged at his arm, her voice soft and pleading.
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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