The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 194 Guoguo's Introduction
Even without Zhao Xiaochui's reminder, Guoguo wouldn't have left the men's area.

She heard about the promises of legal career advancement immediately.

Guoguo had certainly heard of such a capable person who could solve many problems for ordinary people.

Previously, as a homeless KTV girl, she didn't know where to find a reliable legal professional, and she lacked the confidence to do so.

Do I want to get my child back and stay at the karaoke bar with her?
Now, everything is different.

That man was a typical bully at home. His courage was only enough to deal with a helpless girl from out of town.

The child was his most convenient tool, used to bind and manipulate her dignity!
Qian Tu—a student of a leading figure in national lawmaking—was lying quietly on the massage bed in front of her.

Also present in this room was a national-level distinguished teacher, who is now the honorary principal of Fatou Primary School.

Now, she lives in a mid-to-high-end residential area, and her sisters have vacated the largest room for her.

The child will only be better off with her!

Who brought about all these changes?
It was 18:45 PM. I strolled leisurely to the 'Rock' room in the men's section on the second floor.

Guoguo's heart was filled with mixed emotions.

Gradually, her complex and ever-changing expression turned calm.

As Little Hammer once said, change is not important; what matters is how to protect this hard-won change day after day and make it the new normal.

Guoguo looked down at the neatly arranged bottles of essential oils on the tray, her gaze becoming clearer than ever before.

As long as she stays grounded and does her best in the present moment, a better life awaits her ahead.

Now, lying on the massage bed is the 'benefactor' who is about to bring her son home. Even if he is acting on someone else's orders, Guoguo will still feel indebted to him!
18:48.
There are still twelve minutes left before the optimal time for practicing the Six-Syllable Mantra ends. That's enough!

…………

Cheng Jin wasn't the only one visiting the second floor for the first time; Qian Tu was too.

Everything here is new to the male legal counsel.

Unlike Cheng Jin, he had access to relevant information, so despite having the means to patronize high-end spas, this was the first time he had ever been to such a place.

At Qiantu, a place where one is in the prime of life and focused on striving for success, the atmosphere on the second floor, with its three sensory systems activated, truly allows one to relax.

Until Guoguo walked into the room.

The haute couture dress accentuated Guo Guo's voluptuous figure perfectly. Her hair was styled in an updo, and her makeup was elegant. She embodied the image of the most perfect young woman in the hearts of Chinese men, which was reflected in Qian Tu's eyes.

All the effort the sensory system had put in was completely wasted. Seeing Guoguo like this, how could Qian Tu possibly remain relaxed and calm?

Even his lower body reacted involuntarily.

Qian Tu's face immediately turned red. He awkwardly tried to cover himself with his hands, but found that it was no different from burying his head in the sand.

Now, there's not a single part of his body covered in clothes.

At this moment, if it were any other technician, Zhao Xiaochui's treatment plan might have failed before it even began.

But Qian Tu encountered Guo Guo.

With a smile on her face, her eyes slightly open, her gaze inward, and her expression serene, the maternal glow she exuded instantly dispelled Qian Tu's awkwardness.

Guoguo tapped the invisible earphones, the high-end massage bed slowly began to move, the warm yellow light gradually dimmed, the misty fragrance of milk was refreshing, and the 8Hz binaural beats alternated with the overtones of the guqin.

A warm towel was applied to the area below Qian Tu's Adam's apple and near his collarbone. He took one last look at Guo Guo's beautiful face and slowly closed his eyes.

Guoguo removed the hot towel, then poured the warm St. John's wort oil and helichrysum essential oil mixture into her palm and rubbed her hands together to warm them.

Qian Tu lay supine on the massage bed with his eyes closed, his Adam's apple twitching involuntarily—he knew what was coming next.

In his life, he rarely had the chance to hold a woman's hand, let alone be touched by a woman like Guoguo.

Finally, a pair of warm thumbs placed on the Renying acupoints on both sides of the thyroid cartilage and slowly pushed down along the anterior border of the sternocleidomastoid muscle. Qian Tu only felt a little strange at first, but gradually, his breathing involuntarily adjusted to the rhythm of the hands.

At this moment, Guoguo also closed her eyes, her thoughts returning to the park that morning.

The plan designed for financial gain involves three treatment sessions. The relaxed and slow approach will pay Guoguo a high reward, but Guoguo doesn't want to earn more of that kind of money!
So, how did Little Hammer manage to do that that day?
His warm right hand rested on his lower back, and then it seemed as if a warm breath rose up to his throat, and then...

Guoguo's hands were already on the outside of Qiantu's arms. She tried to recall that feeling from before, and her body involuntarily adjusted itself—spine straight, chin slightly tucked, shoulders relaxed and lowered.

She took a deep, slow breath, guiding the airflow into her lower dantian, inhaling through her nose for four seconds. When she felt her lower abdomen naturally bulge, she held her breath for two seconds.

At this moment, Guoguo's hands overlapped on Qiantu's chest, her cherry lips slightly parted, and air was exhaled evenly from the narrow opening of her throat.

Following the instructions from Little Hammer, exhale for 6 seconds while silently chanting "Xi—" in your mind. This completes the cycle of practicing the "Xi" mantra, which not only trains yourself but also motivates your clients—a win-win situation.

But this time, Guoguo didn't silently recite it. She began to imagine the warm current that had flowed into her body flowing into the bodies of her clients.

then……

"Hey——"

"Puff~"

The first tone is the pronunciation of "money path".

The second sound was the impact of Guoguo falling to the ground.

"Bang~"

Zhao Xiaochui burst through the door and swiftly crouched down beside Guoguo.

With a 'smack', his right hand slapped Guoguo's body, and a surge of heat rushed in, quickly restoring Guoguo's face, which looked almost ten years older.

Only after a puddle of water had accumulated on the ground did Zhao Xiaochui manage to get up, carrying Guoguo.

He met Qian Tu's shocked eyes, hesitated for a moment, and then said softly, "Don't tell anyone!"

Qian Tu nodded repeatedly, looking helplessly at the girl in Zhao Xiaochui's arms, who was also soaking wet, and couldn't help but ask with concern:
"Is she...is she alright?"

Zhao Xiaochui glanced at Guoguo's rosy cheeks in his arms, then at his own uniform dripping wet, and said irritably, "Look at us, do we look like something's wrong?"

His financial prospects were bleak.

Seeing his naked body, Zhao Xiaochui was furious: "Do you want me to call a technician to serve you?"

"No, no, no."

Qian Tu hurriedly climbed off the massage bed and frantically searched for the changing room like a headless fly.

What's behind you?

"Oh, by the way, the bathrobes, underwear, and those towels are all high-end custom-made items, I'm giving them to you, remember to take them."

"The customized essential oil is also yours; apply it to your throat regularly every day."

Qian Tu did as he was told, frantically picking up all the things. Seeing Zhao Xiaochui about to leave, he couldn't help but ask:

"Boss, how much is this service worth?"

The future of wealth isn't about price, it's about value.

Zhao Xiaochui, who was carrying Guoguo to the door, stopped in her tracks.

"The usual charge for this time slot is nearly 3!" (The price, adjusted fivefold, is only for the 17 PM to 19 PM time slot.)
"If you're asking about its value, then you should ask yourself—before you started stuttering, how much money did you earn each year?"

Financial prospects are bleak.

(End of this chapter)