Su Bai Develops a New Magical Tool

"Ah, Brother Su Bai, why are you back so soon?"

Wan Xinyan had been enjoying the maid's facial massage with her eyes closed, so she only noticed Su Bai when he pulled up a chair and sat beside her.

Instinctively, she felt a little flustered.

There was a heavy sense of guilt—like she was doing something sneaky.

After all, she wasn’t used to the luxuries of the rich. The best "service" she’d ever experienced before was probably at a small roadside hair salon, where the old auntie cutting her hair would compliment her and her sister for being cute and occasionally tie their hair into little braids.

Yeah, that was pretty much the extent of it.

That’s how it was when you were broke—you did everything yourself. No fancy services to speak of.

Seeing Su Bai’s calm, gentle smile, Wan Xinyan suddenly realized that routines like this would soon become the norm in her life.

But still…

"I thought you and Yusheng would be lovey-dovey until midnight~"

"That was the plan, but she just couldn’t keep up—passed out already."

Su Bai blinked, hinting at more.

Wan Xinyan immediately understood and stuck out her tongue. "Brother Su Bai is way too intense! Being your woman must be so blissful!"

Hearing such spicy conversation, the maids doing the beauty treatments couldn’t help but glance over, stealing curious looks at Su Bai.

Then, one by one, their cheeks flushed.

Tall, broad-shouldered, with muscles that even the bathrobe couldn’t hide—and a pretty handsome face to boot.

Truth be told, rich guys weren’t usually this good-looking.

Men’s looks were totally random, with no real connection to social status.

It wasn’t uncommon to see a delivery guy take off his helmet and reveal a shockingly handsome face.

For women, though, turning beauty into money was way easier.

Society still had its prejudices against men who relied on their looks.

"Since I’ve got nothing to do, I might as well get a facial too."

Su Bai watched as the maids smoothed creams over the Wan sisters’ soft cheeks, massaging them with fragrant products. It looked fun, and he wanted in.

Since he was staying in this lakeside villa, not indulging in a little maid service would feel like a wasted opportunity.

So the maids brought over another foldable spa bed, the kind used in high-end salons, and had Su Bai lie down for his treatment.

Honestly, the premium skincare products felt amazing—cool, smooth, and gentle on the skin.

Then it suddenly hit him. "Hey, why didn’t you call Ran Ran to join?"

"Oh, she’s sulking in her room upstairs. Said she didn’t want to disturb us."

"...At least she knows her place."

Su Bai had no idea that Chen Yusheng had subtly asserted her dominance as the "main wife," warning Ran Ran not to overstep.

Somehow, the girls around him had developed an unspoken understanding—a natural chemistry between them.

Well, let the childhood friend sulk for a while. She’d just awakened to some… unusual interests and probably needed time to process it.

Su Bai relaxed under the facial massage, enjoying the sensation. "Miss, did you all train professionally for this?"

The maid smiled modestly. "Yes, we used to work at a beauty salon. But business has been rough these past few years—so many salons shut down. Luckily, the Tianrong·Manju project took us in."

Su Bai pressed further. "But beauty salons usually have a steady clientele, right? Why the closures?"

Another maid chimed in, "Steady? Not really. The wealthy wives’ spending money ultimately comes from their husbands’ businesses. When business is bad, the wives’ allowances shrink too."

"Sir, with your level of spending and cash flow, you’re already at the top of Jiangcheng’s elite!"

The maid didn’t miss the chance to flatter Su Bai—a testament to her professionalism.

What she didn’t know was that as Su Bai’s wealth snowballed, his spending habits would only grow more outrageous.

Forget Jiangcheng—soon, he’d be ranking nationally.

"Alright, then. Do any of you do full-body massages? I could use some loosening up."

"One of us does! She’s outside tidying the lawn—let me call her over~"

And so, Su Bai sprawled out comfortably.

One maid worked on his face, while others kneaded his legs and feet.

It was like getting the emperor treatment.

The best part? The maids were all incredibly warm toward him. During the massage, there were inevitable touches—but far from avoiding them, the maids leaned into the closeness.

The girl doing his facial even ended up cradling Su Bai’s head against her chest at one point.

"Sir, your bone structure is amazing—better than a lot of actresses’."

"Oh? You’ve worked on actresses before?"

"A few, but none were A-listers. Just minor celebrities… Honestly, none were as good-looking as your friends."

"Hah, smooth talker."

The session eventually ended.

...

Meanwhile, upstairs, a guest room door cracked open slightly.

Jiang Qiuran stood behind it, peeking at the absurd scene below.

She couldn’t help but swallow hard.

Gulp~