Is it hard to chase the school beauty?It doesn't matter, she still has roommates

"A friend sent me some Wuyishan Da Hong Pao tea. It's said to cost over 300,000 yuan per kilogram. Let's try it together sometime."

Li Zijian looked surprised, then became even more respectful.

"Chairman Ye's circle of friends is truly enviable."

Qin Luo smiled noncommittally and walked to the window to look down at the city.

From this height, pedestrians look like ants, and traffic flows like a river.

"Tell me about the building."

Li Zijian immediately took out his tablet computer and pulled up a series of data.

“闽泰大厦共66层，地下3层停车场。地面6层是商场，出租率90%以上，租金每平米30到50元不等.”

Qin Luo listened and nodded, his fingers lightly tapping the table.

"The top 60 floors are mainly office space, with a daily rent of 10 yuan per square meter. The top floor is our company's office area."

Li Zijian swiped the screen to bring up the financial statements.

"The shopping mall also undertakes commercial performances and advertising business. Including property fees, after deducting costs, the monthly net income is no less than 1.2 million yuan."

Upon hearing this number, Qin Luo's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.

1.2 million per month, that's 14.4 billion a year! He suppressed his excitement and calmly took the tablet.

The elevator doors slowly closed, and Li Zijian's fawning face finally disappeared from sight.

Qin Luo leaned against the elevator wall and let out a long sigh.

The negotiations that just took place in the rooftop office, though seemingly calm on the surface, were actually a war without gunfire.

"Ding"

The elevator stopped on the twelfth floor. As soon as the doors opened, Qin Luo saw Chen Yihan, who was already waiting there.

"Mr. Qin, you've arrived."

Chen Yihan wore a business suit today. The bodycon skirt accentuated her curves, and her legs, encased in black stockings, were long and straight.

She wore a professional smile, but her eyes held a barely perceptible curiosity.

Qin Luo nodded.

"Manager Chen, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

"Not at all, it's my pleasure to serve you."

Chen Yihan made a gesture of invitation.

"My office is over here."

Following Chen Yihan through the corridor, Qin Luo noticed that the decoration of this floor was much simpler than that of the top floor.

The property management company's office area was small, and the employees were all busy with their own tasks. When they saw Qin Luo, they all cast curious glances at him.

Chen Yihan's office is at the very back; it's not large, but it's very tidy.

An office desk, a small coffee table, and two chairs—that's all the furniture.

Compared to Li Zijian's luxurious office overlooking the entire city, this place certainly looked shabby.

"Mr. Qin, please have a seat."

Chen Yihan closed the door and pointed to the chair next to the coffee table.

"What would you like to drink? Coffee or tea?"

"Tea, thank you."

Qin Luo sat down casually, his gaze sweeping over every corner of the office.

Several landscape photos hang on the wall, and a small potted plant sits on the table, giving the whole space a lively atmosphere.

Chen Yihan took out an exquisite tea box from the drawer.

"This is Mao Feng tea that I brought back from my trip to Huangshan last year. I usually can't bear to drink it, but I'm treating you to it today."

Qin Luo raised an eyebrow.

"Manager Chen, you're too kind."

"It should."

Chen Yihan bent down to brew tea, her bodycon skirt lifting slightly with her movement, revealing a section of her fair thigh.

The stockings she was wearing today had lace trim, and when she bent over, glimpses of purple were visible under her skirt.

Qin Luo's gaze was involuntarily drawn to it, but he immediately realized something was wrong and looked away, pretending to study the photos on the wall.

"Mr. Qin is interested in photography?"

Chen Yihan noticed his gaze and asked while pouring water.

"It's alright, I take pictures occasionally."

Qin Luo answered casually, but in his mind he was wondering what that purple thing he'd just seen was. Underwear? Safety shorts? Or...?
The kettle made a soft boiling sound, interrupting Qin Luo's thoughts.

Chen Yihan skillfully washed and brewed the tea, her movements elegant and fluid.

With her movements, her proud breasts swayed gently under her shirt, the top button seemingly bearing immense pressure.

What does Mr. Qin's family do?

Chen Yihan suddenly asked a question, while handing the brewed tea to Qin Luo.

Qin Luo took the teacup, and the aroma of tea filled the air.

"Why do you ask this suddenly?"

Chen Yihan sat down opposite him, her legs together and slightly crossed, her black stockings gleaming delicately under the light.

"I'm just curious, someone as young as you could buy an entire building, your family must have a very strong background, right?"

Qin Luo took a sip of tea; it tasted quite good.

"I am an orphan, and I started from scratch."

"what?"

Chen Yihan's hand trembled, and she almost spilled the tea.

"Are you saying you don't have family support?"

"Why, doesn't it look like it?"

Qin Luo smiled.

Chen Yihan's eyes widened even more, and her red lips parted slightly.

"But... how is that possible? You're only in your early twenties, aren't you?"

"twenty four."

Qin Luo put down his teacup.

"What, Manager Chen, are you so interested in my private life?"

Chen Yihan then realized her lapse in composure, and two red clouds appeared on her face.

"I'm sorry, I'm just so surprised. Your success story seems like a myth to us ordinary people."

As she spoke, she unconsciously leaned forward, wanting to observe the mysterious young man more closely.

This movement caused her shirt collar to open slightly, and Qin Luo could clearly see the cleavage that was faintly visible underneath.

"Manager Chen."

Qin Luo suddenly said.

"Your buttons."

"what?"

Chen Yihan was taken aback. She looked down and found that the top button had popped open at some point, revealing a patch of snow-white skin.

She gasped and quickly covered her chest.

"I'm sorry! I'll go change my clothes!"

Watching Chen Yihan hurriedly run into the small lounge in the office, Qin Luo shook his head, wondering if this woman was genuinely naive or just pretending.

If it was an act, then the acting was simply too good.

A few minutes later, Chen Yihan came out wearing a dark blue shirt. This time, the buttons were fastened tightly, but the tight-fitting design still accentuated her enviable figure.

"I'm sorry you had to see this."

Chen Yihan sat down with a blush on her face.

"Thank you for the reminder."

Qin Luo waved his hand.

"It's nothing. But Manager Chen, do you usually wear such tight-fitting clothes to work?"

Chen Yihan's face turned even redder.

"No, it's because I wanted to see you today, so..."

Her voice grew quieter.

Qin Luo nodded knowingly and took the rental contract out of his backpack.

"Let's get down to business first. Here's the contract, take a look."

Chen Yihan took the contract and began to read it carefully.

Qin Luo noticed that her eyelashes were very long, casting a small shadow under the light, and that she had a high nose bridge and beautiful profile.

It must be said, this woman is indeed very charming.

"The contract is fine."

After reading it, Chen Yihan looked up and said.

"The pen is here."

She looked around and, finding no pen on the coffee table, got up and walked towards the desk. Just as she passed Qin Luo, she suddenly slipped, lost her balance, and cried out in surprise.

"what!"

Before Qin Luo could react, a soft, warm body had already thrown itself into his arms.

Chen Yihan pressed her entire body against him, her soft breasts pressed tightly against his chest, and he could clearly feel their amazing elasticity and warmth.

A faint fragrance wafted into my nostrils; it wasn't a strong, commercial scent, but rather a sweet, natural aroma.

Chen Yihan felt her cheeks were so hot they could fry an egg on them.

She threw herself into Qin Luo's arms, the faint scent of pine emanating from him mingling with a subtle hint of Chinese medicine.

Her hand instinctively pressed against his strong chest, and she could feel his powerful heartbeat through his shirt.

"Yeah, sorry!"

She hurriedly tried to stand up straight, but as soon as she put pressure on her left foot, a sharp pain shot up from her ankle, making her gasp and lose her balance again.

Qin Luo quickly grabbed her shoulder.

"careful!"

Chen Yihan bit her lower lip, feeling like her ears were burning.

She had never had such close contact with a man before, let alone now that she was practically clinging to him.

Even though the office air conditioning was on full blast, she felt hot all over.

"I think I twisted my ankle."

She spoke softly, her voice barely audible.

Qin Luo looked down at her slightly reddened ankles and frowned slightly.

"It's swollen; you might have injured a ligament. Can you walk?"

Chen Yihan tried putting her weight on her left foot and immediately hissed in pain, with fine beads of sweat appearing on her forehead.

"No, we can't leave."

"Let me help you to the sofa."

As Qin Luo spoke, one of his hands had already wrapped around her back.

Just as Chen Yihan was about to nod, Qin Luo suddenly bent down, slipped his other hand under her knees, and lifted her up in a strong arms.

"what!"

Chen Yihan exclaimed in surprise and instinctively hugged his neck.

The sudden princess carry left her mind blank, her heart pounding as if it were about to burst out of her chest.

She could clearly feel the strength in Qin Luo's arms and the warmth emanating from his chest.

"Put me down, put me down."

Her voice was trembling, and her face was red all the way to the roots of her neck.

Qin Luo steadily carried her towards the sofa.

"Don't move around, a second injury will be more serious."

Chen Yihan buried her face in embarrassment; this was the first time in her twenty-seven years that a man had held her like this.

Qin Luo's steps were very steady; she could even feel the rhythm of his breathing.

The distance of just a few meters felt like an eternity.

When Qin Luo gently placed her on the sofa, Chen Yihan almost ran away as fast as she could, letting go of his neck.

She frantically straightened her slightly disheveled skirt, unsure of where to look.

"Um... could you help me get my phone? It's on the table."

She pointed to the desk, her voice trailing off.

"I had my assistant take me to the hospital."

Qin Luo didn't move, but squatted down so that his eyes were level with hers.

"I'm a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, I can take a look at you first. If there's no bone injury, massage can help, it's faster than going to the hospital."

Chen Yihan was stunned for a moment before remembering that she had an important client to meet at noon.

If you go to the hospital for an X-ray and have to wait in line, you definitely won't make it in time.

She hesitated, glancing at her swollen ankle and then at Qin Luo's serious expression.

"You really know how to cure it?"

Qin Luo's lips curled up slightly.

"Would you like to know if you try it?"

After receiving her tacit consent, Qin Luo gently lifted her left foot, his movements professional and tender.

Chen Yihan flinched as if she had been electrocuted, her toes involuntarily curling up.

"You need to take off your high heels and stockings."

Qin Luo said.

"It's impossible to accurately determine the location of the injury through stockings."

Chen Yihan's face turned red again.

Her feet are very sensitive, and she's usually embarrassed to get a foot massage, let alone let a man she just met touch them.
"I'll do it myself."

She bent down to unfasten the buckle on her high heels, but the movement aggravated her injury, causing her to wince in pain.

Seeing this, Qin Luo reached out and unfastened her shoe buckle, deftly taking off her high heels.

Chen Yihan's feet are small and delicate, and her toes, painted with light pink nail polish, are faintly visible under her stockings.

"Stockings."

Qin Luo looked up at her.

"You need to take it off."

Chen Yihan bit her lower lip, her fingers twisting together.

"I'll do it myself."

She tried to bend down to reach her feet, but found that she couldn't reach them at all.

Embarrassment and pain caused fine beads of sweat to appear on her forehead.

"I'll help you."

Qin Luo reached out his hand as he spoke.

"no!"

Chen Yihan almost shouted it out, then realized she had overreacted and lowered her voice.

"I meant no, this is fine."

Qin Luo raised an eyebrow.

"I can't accurately locate the acupoints on the injury through the stockings."

"Neither is acceptable."

Chen Yihan's voice grew softer and softer, and she could even feel her ears burning.

Asking a strange man to take off your stockings? That's going too far.
Just as she was struggling with her decision, Qin Luo suddenly reached out.

With a "ripping" sound, the stocking on her right leg was torn open at the ankle.

"what!"

Chen Yihan exclaimed in surprise and instinctively tried to pull her foot back.

"what are you doing!"

"do not move."

Qin Luo held her ankle firmly, his voice steady.

"Moving around will worsen the injury."

Chen Yihan froze.

Her right calf was completely exposed to the air, and the torn part of the stockings revealed her snow-white skin.

She was so ashamed she wanted to disappear into the ground, but Qin Luo's professional expression stunned her, and she dared not struggle anymore.

Qin Luo gently pressed his fingers around her ankle, sometimes lightly and sometimes heavily, his brows slightly furrowed.

"It's a ligament sprain, but the bone isn't broken."

As he spoke, he suddenly pressed his thumb hard on a spot.

"Ah! It hurts!"

Chen Yihan was in so much pain that tears were about to come out, and her fingers gripped the sofa armrest tightly.

"Bear with me."

Qin Luo's voice was unusually gentle.

"It will hurt a little, but it will be over quickly."

Over the next ten minutes, Chen Yihan experienced what it means to feel both pain and pleasure.

Qin Luo's hands seemed to have magic; each press brought a sharp pain, but after the pain subsided, there was a strange sense of comfort.

She bit her lip to keep herself from making a sound, but couldn't control the occasional gasps.

What embarrassed her most was that, as the massage continued, she actually began to get used to Qin Luo's touch, and even felt at ease with the warmth of his palms.

This feeling is so strange. He's a complete stranger, yet he's touching her most private parts so intimately.
"All right."

Qin Luo finally stopped moving, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. (End of Chapter)