The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 410 The Showdown, Then It Was Covered Up Again.
Liu Li's words made Zhao Xiaochui's heart tighten, and a hint of expectation involuntarily appeared in his eyes as he looked at her expectantly.

After Liu Li finished setting the table, she sat down opposite him, her face unusually serious, and began to speak earnestly:
“Zhao Xiaochui, listen up. If you’re poor, incompetent, and not good-looking, I won’t even give you a second glance.”

She paused, then looked directly into his eyes:

"The reason things have turned out this way is because, firstly, I didn't agree to your proposal; secondly, the second woman you met didn't agree to your proposal; and thirdly, the third woman you met still didn't agree to your proposal."

Zhao Xiaochui: "..."

"I know, this... isn't really your fault."

"You're good-looking, rich, and capable, which is great. But the problem is—you're too capable."

Liu Li's tone lowered, tinged with complex emotions: "Their abilities are so great that they make me... afraid. I believe those two probably feel the same way. Do you understand?"

Zhao Xiaochui was completely confused and couldn't help but ask:
"I just don't understand! When other girls meet a rich man, they all try their best to get close to him. How come it's the other way around with you? What high demands could I possibly have for you? I just want a peaceful and stable life, don't I?"

Pointing at the painstakingly prepared "exquisite late-night snack" in front of him, Zhao Xiaochui excitedly voiced his pent-up dissatisfaction:

"Isn't it great as it is now? I never intended for you to go out and work hard. If you want to go shopping, go shopping; being happy is more important than anything else. If you want to cook, cook; if you don't want to, we'll eat out, and we'll share the housework. If you really don't want to work, I'll get you a supplementary credit card anytime..."

As he finished speaking, his voice still carried a hint of grievance: "We should live the life we ​​are capable of, simply and happily. Isn't that better? Why make things so complicated?"

Looking at his anxious expression, Liu Li sighed softly.

"Little hammer, how long can you live?"

"..." A sudden question silenced Zhao Xiaochui.

Thinking of several people in historical legends who were similar to himself, he dared not answer this question.

"Little Hammer, the sisters told me about today's practical teaching. You're a master of traditional Chinese medicine massage, so why do you keep emphasizing modern medical theories? What are you trying to hide by using those professional terms?"

Zhao Xiaochui: "..."

“Little Hammer, nobody’s a fool. Although we are far behind Aunt Chen, given enough time, even the dumbest of us will understand—only by getting in touch with you can our skills be replicated!”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiaochui slowly lowered his head.

“Little Hammer, it’s not that I’m overthinking things or making them complicated, it’s just that you’re too complicated.” Liu Li’s voice trembled. “I only found out today that the school beauty was interviewed by ‘a certain department’ because she witnessed what you did; and that top student has several top-tier papers about to be published just because you did eye exercises for her…”

She took a deep breath, her eyes glistening with tears:
"Your abilities are inexplicable, too mysterious. I don't care if you're a deity descended to earth or what, I like you, but I have no confidence... What were you doing after all this recently, disappearing from South America? Was it for me and my sisters? Or for yourself? Were you in danger?"

"What did the school beauty see that led to her being interviewed by that mysterious organization? Will something like that happen again? Is there any danger?"

"You dare to do eye exercises for a woman you meet? Will you do it again in the future? Is there any danger involved?"

“Little Hammer, your skills are too great, destined to attract attention. You changed my and my sister's fate, so we don't want you to get hurt because of us. I've thought about leaving…”

"But I...can't bear to."

After saying this, Liu Li let out a long sigh of relief. She wiped her eyes and looked up with a simple, honest smile.

"Forget it," she said, picking up her knife and fork, cutting a piece of beef and placing it on Zhao Xiaochui's plate. Her tone became more relaxed. "I don't want to think about it anymore, and I'm too lazy to figure it out. I don't care who you are or how capable you are."

“Anyway,” she looked at Zhao Xiaochui, her eyes sparkling, “I was your first customer, I was the first person to bring you in-home services, and I was the first to become your regular customer!” “We’ll talk about the future later. Let’s just live like this, it’s fine.”

“Um…” Zhao Xiaochui looked at the simple-minded girl, his Adam’s apple bobbing involuntarily, “Your ‘later’… might be very, very long.”

Liu Li blinked, not quite understanding: "What do you mean? How long is 'very long'?"

Zhao Xiaochui took a deep breath and whispered, "Do you know Peng Zu... Ge Hong?"

Although Ge Hong only lived to be eighty, in an era when the average lifespan was thirty or forty years, he himself was a miracle.

He paused, then looked earnestly at Liu Li: "All the methods we practice and use now originate from the legacy they left behind. Ordinary people practice health-preserving exercises simply to loosen their muscles and bones, but we are different..."

"We've already gotten the hang of it!"

Zhao Xiaochui didn't directly say the words "immortality," but the meaning behind his words was crystal clear.

Liu Li's eyes widened, her voice trembling slightly: "So... I'll become an old, immortal person?"

What kind of brain circuit is this?

Zhao Xiaochui was speechless for a moment and could only nod blankly.

Liu Li's eyes suddenly lit up, and she excitedly pointed to the table full of luxurious ingredients, saying, "Does that mean I can eat whatever I want, no longer afraid of oily and salty food?"

Zhao Xiaochui frowned, looking conflicted: "It's probably best to stop now..."

"So, can I stay up until whatever time I want?" Liu Li asked excitedly, completely ignoring what was going on.

"It's best to go to bed before 2 AM," Zhao Xiaochui tried to explain, "because of cortisol secretion..."

"Stop!" Liu Li gestured for a pause. "No more jargon!" she complained, tilting her head. "You're a master of traditional Chinese medicine, constantly spouting modern medical theories—it's so incongruous, isn't it?"

“But I did treat him according to the modern human anatomy…” Zhao Xiaochui scratched his head helplessly.

"What about acupoints and meridians?"

"These things have already been scientifically proven," Zhao Xiaochui explained earnestly. "You're using modern medical theories to treat muscle adhesions and manage chronic diseases."

"..." Liu Li scratched her head, mimicking his gesture, then suddenly realized, "Little Hammer, have we gone off-topic again?"

Zhao Xiaochui was taken aback by the question, and nodded obediently.

"What did I say in the first place?"

"The wardrobe?" Zhao Xiaochui asked tentatively. He preferred facing the disaster scene to those heavy topics.

"Yes! The wardrobe!" Liu Li clapped her hands, put her hands on her hips, and announced, "The pink and girly style is mine, and no one is allowed to touch it!"

Zhao Xiaochui: "..."

(End of this chapter)