The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 261 Hell, Heaven, and Earth? (Part 1)

Zheng Lingling never imagined that one day she would be grateful for the hot weather, the blazing sun, and the station constantly sending her orders.

Without these things, I wouldn't have suffered heatstroke or fallen in front of that luxury car.

The driver was very kind; although he didn't hit me, he got out to check on me immediately.

The next young man was even better; after being helped to drink a few sips of water, his discomfort subsided.

Zheng Lingling was bewildered for a long time, unable to understand how bottled mineral water could have such a good effect. In the sweltering heat, under the blazing sun, what was this all about feeling warm all over her body?

What followed was a dreamlike scene.

The luxury car and professional driver gave Zheng Lingling some trust in young people. When she heard the words "drive slowly and easily" from the gentle older sister on the phone, she was completely stunned.

After a busy day, she would relax by watching short videos. These days, she especially liked watching videos of twelve fair-skinned and beautiful older women taking a leisurely stroll. She dreamed that one day, when she had saved enough money, she would also learn various health and wellness techniques from the women in the videos and take good care of her skin!
Zheng Lingling works 300 hours a month and commutes for a total of 30 hours. Zhao Xiaochui's perception of her as 'delicate' is only based on her age and appearance, not her skin.

In 2013, the WHO classified ultraviolet radiation as a Group 1 carcinogen.

With this kind of work intensity, how old will she look when she saves enough money by her thirties at the age of 18?

"You would never guess what happened to me today."

She excitedly sent a text message to her mother and boyfriend.

They quickly received two 'smiley face' replies; both of them were very busy.

Her boyfriend is also eighteen years old and delivers food near Baiziwan. The reason Zheng Lingling doesn't work there is because she can never find a business that makes pre-prepared meals in the corners of basements.

I chose to commute more than 20 kilometers every day to deliver goods within the Second Ring Road because I can earn more money here every month. If I work myself to the bone, I can earn eight or nine thousand.

My mother works as a cleaner in a star-rated hotel. She has to clean two to three floors and dozens of apartments a day. Each apartment is about 30 to 85 square meters. She earns about the same as me in a month.

She had even more boyfriends.

Of course, the prerequisite for earning this money is that the two of them only have time to reply to Zheng Lingling with a smiley face outside of work.

Following Guoguo's instructions, Zheng Lingling waited until she resigned from her job at the station and returned to the urban village outside the Fifth Ring Road, which was more than an hour later.

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Coincidentally, the Rolls-Royce encountered traffic control. Just as the CEO of the Ugly Donkey opened the car door, one of his former female chess players had just passed through the gate of the urban village.

"Mr. Zhao, please."

The boss of Ugly Donkey was very polite, but Zhao Xiaochui's seemed rather powerless in comparison.

Zhao Xiaochui stepped out of the car, his gaze sweeping over the seemingly ordinary gray brick door, ignoring the wealthy CEO standing beside him.

The clubhouse in front of us was very low-key. If it weren't for the two tall and sharp-eyed security guards at the entrance and the secluded courtyard faintly visible inside, no one would have guessed that behind this door lay a completely different world.

"Not just anyone can handle a banquet of this caliber and be a host like that. Don't underestimate him," Jiang Ying whispered in my ear.

Zhao Xiaochui didn't react and stepped through the ancient gate, while Leng Xiao stopped outside the gate.

Upon entering, Zhao Xiaochui finally encountered the real greeters.

Several women dressed in cheongsams stood in neat rows. They were graceful and beautiful, and their every move exuded elegance. Compared to his twelve girls of varying heights, these greeters were all over 1.7 meters tall.

One of them looked somewhat familiar to Zhao Xiaochui; she seemed to be a second-tier actress who usually appeared glamorous on television, but at this moment she was just an inconspicuous figure in the courtyard.

The other greeters were equally beautiful, and most importantly, their beauty and figures were all natural, without any trace of artificial enhancement.

Just then, Zhao Xiaochui felt a soft touch on her arm. Turning her head, she saw that Jiang Ying had taken her arm. She stared straight ahead, completely ignoring the stunningly beautiful greeters, as if they were nothing but air.

"As long as you agree tonight, you can date any woman here!" Jiang Ying's voice was low and seductive. "What does it matter if you see them now? Once you go inside, you'll see all sorts of women you wouldn't normally see."

Jiang Ying's whispered words made Zhao Xiaochui frown: "There are people like you?"

"What am I?" Jiang Ying laughed self-deprecatingly, her tone carrying a hint of weariness. "There are plenty of young women with multiple degrees, multiple languages, and impeccable looks and family backgrounds. As for me, I'm old!"

Zhao Xiaochui glanced at the arm tightly holding his own, and his lips twitched—since you have self-awareness, what kind of behavior is this?
He found it amusing that while this woman kept saying she was "old," she was asserting her dominance in the most direct way, as if telling the greeters, and herself, that she was his only "female companion" tonight.

He didn't say anything, but let Jiang Ying take his arm and, led by that second-tier celebrity, stepped into a secluded bluestone path.

The path is flanked by meticulously trimmed bamboo and artificial hills, with a faint scent of sandalwood in the air. At the end of the path is a carved wooden door, which slowly opens to reveal a spacious and bright courtyard.

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Meanwhile, in an urban village outside the Fifth Ring Road, Zheng Lingling slowly slowed down her electric scooter, passed through the gate, and embarked on her journey home.

The scorching heat of August is amplified here. Along the roadside, open garbage cans emit a nauseating stench, with rotting food scraps, plastic bags, and all sorts of garbage that have no recycling value attracting swarms of flies and mosquitoes buzzing around.

She had to hold her breath, and just as she was about to twist the accelerator, she had to carefully dodge oncoming electric bikes, haphazardly set up stalls, and those unleashed pet dogs that suddenly darted out.

Zheng Lingling soon saw the self-built house she was renting. Colorful clothes hung on the windows, and electrical wires were tangled and intertwined. She would be home after crossing a bumpy, sewage-filled road.

The takeout box contains ingredients I snagged with coupons; I'm going to have a delicious meal tonight.

Zheng Lingling was happily making plans in her heart.

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Zhao Xiaochui looked at the unusual courtyard in front of him; it was a meticulously designed garden.

It is spacious enough to accommodate hundreds of people without feeling crowded, with pavilions and towers scattered in a well-organized manner, and upturned eaves. In the center is a huge koi pond with crystal clear water, where several rare giant koi swim leisurely, their scales shimmering with golden light under the bottom lights.

The pond is surrounded by a white marble balustrade, interspersed with several uniquely shaped Podocarpus macrophyllus trees, each of which is quite valuable.

(End of this chapter)