The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 269 Center Stage
In the increasingly frenzied atmosphere, Zhao Xiaochui grabbed Jiang Ying's arms and forcefully pried her apart.

In the increasingly frenzied atmosphere, Zhao Xiaochui's eyes suddenly turned cold. He abruptly reached out and grabbed Jiang Ying's arms, forcefully prying her away from him.

He stared blankly at her; her face, which was usually full of youthful vigor, was now devoid of any expression, only numbness and emptiness.

His voice was hoarse, tinged with disbelief: "Why? Why did you bring me here?"

She first glared fiercely at the women who took the opportunity to move forward a few more steps, her eyes seeming to say: You just wait!

Then, she turned to face Zhao Xiaochui. Seeing the confusion in the young masseur's eyes, she sighed silently.

"I just want you to know what you're really facing!"

Despite the deafening noise in the venue, Jiang Ying's voice reached Zhao Xiaochui's ears with exceptional clarity.

“You’re here tonight, and Yuanshan Capital has only announced Lao Qin and Ma Jinfang.” Jiang Ying’s gaze swept over the enthusiastic investors and partners, a complex look flashing in her eyes. “If you hadn’t come tonight, or refused to cooperate, do you know what they would have done?”

She paused, her voice lowering slightly but sounding even heavier: "Zhao Xiaochui, it's not just me, many people know what you care about. No one dares to touch Chen Guifen, but what about those twelve, no, thirteen girls?"

Zhao Xiaochui's body trembled violently, and his eyes were no longer numb, but filled with uncontrollable anger and fear.

“You’re too young. You wear all your emotions on your sleeve, making it easy for people to guess what you’re thinking and what you care about.” Jiang Ying’s tone carried a hint of helplessness. “Everything Chen Guifen did for you is what gave you the right to stand here and talk to them as equals.”

She reached out, seemingly wanting to take Zhao Xiaochui's arm again, her voice tinged with a pleading tone: "Zhao Xiaochui, don't let your 'Fatty Sister' down!"

However, Zhao Xiaochui took a step back, avoiding her touch.

His face showed neither sorrow nor joy; he simply looked at her calmly.

Ling Rui and Qian Mankun, who had been watching this scene closely, couldn't help but sigh inwardly upon seeing it.

Jiang Ying showed no surprise at being rejected by Zhao Xiaochui, as if she had expected it.

She gave a self-deprecating laugh, pointed at Ling Rui and Qian Mankun, then at the frenzied crowd, her voice carrying a hint of desperate clarity:

"You can ask these two people: if it were just one or two of these people, I, Xiaoning, the two of them, your clients, your friends, maybe we could help you hold them off. But if everyone here unites, what can we do? We won't even have time to protect ourselves!"

Zhao Xiaochui shook his head: "I don't need your help!"

Jiang Ying said with a self-deprecating smile, "But helping you is helping ourselves! It's not easy to find a genius like you, and you're still willing to risk your own life to help us..."

A cold, sarcastic smile curled at the corner of Zhao Xiaochui's lips: "Is this your 'repayment' to me?"

Jiang Ying remained unmoved; she simply stared at him blankly.
Dulles once said—

Only a few people, a very small number of people, can sense or recognize what is actually happening.

But we will leave these people isolated and helpless, and make them objects of ridicule.
We will find a way to help them, to declare them the scum of society!

After saying that, she pointed to the central area in the depths of the courtyard, which was bathed in light: "Zhao Xiaochui, go through there and walk all the way to the room at the end. There is an old man inside, and you need to provide him with a service."

"As long as you cure his chronic illness, this massive industry, destined to become a trillion-dollar behemoth, will be under your control!"

Seeing his benefactor being forced like this, Qian Mankun looked indignant and took a step forward, but was quickly pulled back by Ling Rui.

Qian Mankun glared at him, but Ling Rui simply shook his head slightly, a helpless sigh in his eyes.

"Ugh……"

Zhao Xiaochui's gaze passed over Jiang Ying and landed on the center of the stage, which had just been the center of attention. He also clearly saw the room that Jiang Ying had pointed to.

He didn't say much, only nodded slightly to Jiang Ying, then turned to Ling Rui and Qian Mankun, nodding in return, before taking a step. His movement drew countless eyes, intentionally or unintentionally, to him from the previously noisy hall.

As Zhao Xiaochui took his first step, the noisy discussions, the clinking of glasses, and the deliberately created frenzied atmosphere gradually receded like the tide until complete silence.

Zhao Xiaochui activated the automatic circulation of heat within his body—he had this ability since the upgrade; otherwise, the guests at the international appointment channel would have disgusted him to death.

He walked forward step by step, very slowly, but he couldn't feel relaxed.

It's funny, he and the chubby receptionist came up with this name because they really hoped everyone could slow down and relax.

However, he couldn't even manage to work hard and live an easy life.

He didn't offend anyone; on the contrary, he solved problems for countless people...

Zhao Xiaochui walked slowly.

She brushed past countless business elites dressed in glamorous attire and walked alongside top beauties with diverse gazes.

Those who had once looked down on him or scrutinized him now held their breath, staring intently at him. He became the sole focus in this vast space, all the light and all the gazes converging on him.

He walked through the crowd, past the curious, inquisitive, or gloating gazes. He didn't look at anyone, but walked straight to the center of the stage bathed in spotlights.

When he finally stepped onto the high platform and stood under everyone's gaze, the entire venue seemed to freeze, leaving only his steady breathing and that silent, suppressed anticipation.

He stood there, awaiting the impending trial, or coronation.

However, there was neither trial nor coronation.

The heat that had circulated throughout his body seemed to sense something, and instantly receded, rapidly disappearing into the deepest part of his body, as if trying to escape some kind of extreme filth.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable feeling of nausea surged from the depths of my soul; it was a bone-chilling, spiritual nausea.

He felt his internal organs spasming, and his heat told him in the most direct way that this place was filled with an unbearable, extreme filth and corruption.

Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, in the deathly silence, Zhao Xiaochui suddenly bent over, letting out a painful retching sound.

"vomit--!"

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he opened his mouth, and the delicacies and fine wine he had just eaten turned into filth and sprayed onto the stage beneath his feet.

The elites who had been holding their breath and anticipating some sacred moment were now frozen in disbelief, astonishment, and disgust.

Zhao Xiaochui didn't care about any of that, he just kept vomiting...

With each spit, he would change direction, until he had spit in all directions, filling the entire stage...

"Ugh~"

"vomit……"

"vomit!!!"

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End of Volume Four, "Easy and Slow"

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