Chapter 152, page 151: The massage therapist I ordered was actually my wife?

The massage therapist hesitated for a moment, then glanced at the time on the wall and saw that an hour was almost up. She nodded and said, "Okay, you can come and get a massage. I'll give you some pointers."

She took an oil-absorbing sheet to wipe the essential oil off her hands. Lin Yanwan happily walked to the bedside, applied some essential oil to her hands, took a deep breath, and gently placed her small hands on Jiang Xia's back, gently pressing the skin and flesh as if recalling the massage technique from earlier.

I could only feel that his body was smooth and slippery, and the essential oil smelled very nice, like roses.

"The technique is correct, but the strength is a bit lacking. In our line of work, you have to have strong hands," the masseur said with a smile.

"Um!"

"Alright, you can keep pressing. If no new customers come, you can press a little longer when the time is up."

Lin Yan nodded and focused on giving Jiang Xia an essential oil massage. Although her fingers became sore after a while and fine beads of sweat slowly seeped from the tip of her nose, she had no intention of stopping as long as she could help him relieve his fatigue.

Ten minutes passed quickly before we knew it. The alarm clock that we had set rang a few times and then stopped. The masseuse from earlier came over and gestured with her hands to indicate that she could continue the massage.

As a result, Jiang Xia opened his eyes groggily less than two minutes after pressing the button.

He looked up but didn't see his wife sitting on the long sofa at first glance, and he instantly woke up from his drowsiness.

"Wife, where is my wife?"

He hurriedly turned around to ask the masseuse, only to find that it was his wife giving him a massage, and he was immediately stunned.

What kind of play is this?

The massage therapist I ordered turned out to be my wife?

"Shut up!"

Lin Yanwan pinched his skin tightly in embarrassment and anger. All he did was shout "wife" as if he was afraid others wouldn't know. She hadn't run away!

"Hehehe, baby, it's you?" Jiang Xia blinked, feeling very surprised.

"No way? Just tell me if it's comfortable or not!"

Lin Yanwan continued to press his back with his palms. Perhaps because the essential oil was slowly being massaged into his skin, his back looked a little red and hot.

"It feels so good, your little hands are so soft." Jiang Xia nodded eagerly, and even began to fantasize about touching other equally soft places.

"Then lie down obediently!" Lin Yanwan gently patted him, feigning anger.

Jiang Xia obediently closed his eyes. He hadn't enjoyed this kind of service many times in his previous life, but he often used lubricant in different positions.

How are you feeling?

"The massage was gentler than the previous one."

"Because I don't have any strength in my hands."

"Then I won't press it. I'm afraid your fingers will hurt when you get home tonight."

Jiang Xia rolled over and got up. Lin Yanwan took several oil-absorbing sheets and wiped his body clean. Now that she had learned the massage techniques, there would be plenty of opportunities to practice them on him in the future. After all, there were still those acupoints for replenishing qi and strengthening yang.

She paid with 30 yuan, and as she was leaving, the masseuse reminded her, "Little beauty, don't forget your rose. Also, if you're going to take a shower tonight, it's best to use hot water, and don't shower for too long."

The two nodded, took the flowers and walked out of the store. Jiang Xia stretched his arms, shoulders and neck, feeling as if the bones in his upper body were loose, both painful and comfortable.

"No wonder so many people like to go for massages, it really is comfortable." He twisted his neck and heard two cracking sounds, but it didn't feel sore or painful.

Lin Yanwan said seriously, "If you feel it's effective, I'll give you a massage whenever you get tired of drawing."

"No, don't think I don't know. Massage is very hard on the hands. Some people's joints have become deformed. It breaks my heart." Jiang Xia said, taking his wife's small hand and gently massaging it. In a way, it was another instance of the two showing care and complementing each other.

“It won’t cause any problems if I just press it occasionally,” she said.

"That won't work either, those are the hands you use to play the piano."

"You still have the hands to paint," Lin Yanwan said stubbornly. "I can stop playing the piano, but you can't stop painting."

Jiang Xia said helplessly, "Can't we talk about the future later?"

He suddenly changed the subject: "Baby, were you jealous again when that masseuse was massaging me just now?"

"No!" Lin Yanwan denied it righteously, refusing to admit it no matter what.

Jiang Xia pouted. He didn't believe it. Would someone speak so sourly if they weren't jealous? Would someone who wasn't jealous send the technician away and take over the job themselves?

You're kidding me!

I glanced at the time; it was already past 9:30. The square was becoming sparsely populated. If I didn't go back soon, my father-in-law would probably be looking for me everywhere.

“It’s late, let’s go back,” he said.

"Um."

When they reached the roadside, Jiang Xia reached out to flag down a car, only to see a very familiar license plate number. He quickly pulled his wife and turned their backs to him.

"What's wrong?"

"Shh, don't say anything yet, I'll explain in a bit."

Jiang Wende pulled over, rolled down the window, and couldn't help but laugh as he looked at the two people with their backs to each other.

Does he think that if he only shows his back, the other person won't know who he is?

It seems this kid still doesn't know his dad well enough. After driving for decades, his ability to recognize people is truly superb.

"What are you waiting for? Get in the car now."

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Lin Yanwan immediately understood why Jiang Xia had turned his back to her; it turned out she had run into her father again.

Is it because the city is too small, or because the family is just too lucky to run into each other anywhere?

"Dad, what a coincidence! Why aren't you home this late? Why are you driving out again?" Jiang Xia chuckled.

Now that he's been seen through, there's no need for him to continue pretending to be stupid.

Lin Yanwan carefully hid the rose behind her back and then called out, "Hello, Uncle Jiang."

"I don't know what to do at home, so I might as well do more business and make some money." Jiang Wende pretended not to see the fleeting rose. Who knew this kid was so romantic.

"Dad, didn't I tell you not to drive at night? We're not short of money. Can't you just go to get off work and leave normally?"

Jiang Xia still harbors resentment over his father's death from fatigue driving in his previous life, fearing that the tragedy will repeat itself in this life.

"Is college free?"

“There are scholarships for going to university.”

"Alright, alright, I don't do this every day. Besides, I don't drink, I'm not nearsighted, and I'm not tired, so I'll be fine."

Besides, if he hadn't been driving, would he have been able to run into those two on a date that night?

Jiang Wende waved his hand, and seeing that Jiang Xia was about to speak, urged, "Get in the car first, we can talk about it there."

The young couple sat in the back seat, and Jiang Wende glanced at the roses and said, "So, now it's time to send Yan Wan back, right?"

"Yes, that's right."

...

(I was in Leshan, typing away when I suddenly received an earthquake warning. I grabbed my wife and ran. I was so flustered, like a typical Chongqing guy who's never seen anything like it.)