He Yubai closed his eyes and comfortably enjoyed Jiang Mian's half-hour massage.

By the time the other person stretched and looked radiant, Jiang Mian was already so tired that her arms and fingers ached.

Don't ask, the answer is I don't want to talk!

He originally just wanted to massage it for ten minutes as a token gesture, but this young master He made a big deal out of it.

As soon as Jiang Mian stopped, He Yubai raised an eyebrow and asked in disbelief, "Hmm? It's over already??"

The implication was crystal clear; it was practically a direct question to Jiang Mian's face: So you've been causing me trouble all night, and you're only going to compensate me with a ten-minute massage?!

Jiang Mian: "..."

"How could that be? I just wanted to massage a different part of your body."

"Okay, let's continue."

Listening to He Yubai's instructive tone, Jiang Mian muttered to herself behind his back, wishing she could dance and kill him.

But the next second...

"Hasn't it started yet?"

Hearing He Yubai's question, Jiang Mian could only smile apologetically and say, "Right away, right away."

These four words were squeezed out through gritted teeth.

And so, whenever he paused or neglected something even slightly, He Yubai's questions would arrive on time.

Enraged, Jiang Mian increased her pressure, hoping to hurt He Yubai so that he would back down.

But the result was contrary to Jiang Mian's expectations. After Jiang Mian massaged him with such increased force, He Yubai felt even more relaxed and tired.

Instead, he said with some dissatisfaction, "It would have been better if you had this much strength from the beginning. I thought you were hungry because you hadn't eaten breakfast during those ten minutes of pressing, but it turns out you still have the strength."

Jiang Mian: "..."

Oh shit!

He really shot himself in the foot!

He hated it!

Instead of getting back at the other person, I ended up with even more soreness in my arms and fingers.

After patiently pressing the buttons for half an hour, He Yubai's spirits lifted, except for him.

I just want to collapse on the bed from exhaustion and take a nap!

He Yubai got out of bed full of energy and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

The young master is really quite refined, taking so many baths every day.

Jiang Mian cursed inwardly, secretly wishing that washing her skin too much would cause sensitivity, or washing her hair too frequently would lead to hair loss!

Just over ten minutes later, He Yubai walked out of the bathroom feeling refreshed.

Seeing that Jiang Mian was still lying in bed, he went over and pulled her up: "Don't sleep, we're going to your house later."

Jiang Mian reluctantly lay back down: "Why are you going to my house?"

"Go thank Aunt Jiang," He Yubai said, already getting dressed, "thank her for caring about me so much yesterday."

He was still pondering whether he should buy some fruit, some supplements, or both.

As the old saying goes, you can't have your cake and eat it too.

Despite the He family's immense wealth, He Yubai has spent little time with his parents since childhood.

Mr. He was busy with work and social engagements, while Mrs. He was busy arranging flowers and enjoying tea, or chatting with her sisters about clothes, bags, and jewelry.

It's not an exaggeration to say that in the past twenty years, He Yubai has probably spent less time with his parents than with the servants and housekeepers in his household.

He indeed possessed many things that ordinary people could not have, and reached heights that ordinary people could hardly reach.

In other people's words, he was the kind of kid who was born in Rome, born at the finish line.

However, the lack of family affection remains an irreparable regret in his childhood memories.

After being pressured to mature early, no one could see the deep loneliness in his heart.

That was a place our parents had never explored.

But on that simple and ordinary afternoon yesterday, he met Jiang's mother and finally understood what the love and care of family was like.

Everything happens silently; this is probably what motherly love is.

That was the kind of care he had never seen from his parents. They only cared about his grades and how well he was doing in his tutoring classes, and they would even miss the annual parent-teacher conferences.

Treating them with indifference is like doing a business in a formality, as if they only want to produce students who satisfy them.

But Jiang's mother was different. She was just an ordinary mother among thousands of others. Yet, this ordinary elder was able to notice his discomfort and gently urge him to eat more. She would also find medicine for him in a meticulous way or arrange for Uncle Wen to help check and prepare the medicine.

He remembered that Jiang Mian always resented his family's wealth, and He Yubai found it funny. He actually envied Jiang Mian's family more.

Although the Jiang family was not wealthy, Uncle Jiang was a very good person. He was approachable, without the airs of an elder or the cunning of a merchant, and he could even joke with the younger generation.

Needless to say, Aunt Jiang was someone He Yubai felt warm inside after interacting with her yesterday.

Because he couldn't quite handle the other person's enthusiasm, he almost let them down due to his low emotional intelligence and poor communication skills.

He admires this kind of family atmosphere, where children and parents discuss things and get along harmoniously.

"Why only thank my mom?"

Jiang Mian's face darkened, and she snorted, "I've been following you all this way, taking care of you as my mother instructed. Why don't you thank me?"

Jiang Mian grew increasingly agitated as she spoke, raising her hands to reveal their bruised and battered state, exclaiming, "All that effort I put into massaging you for half an hour! My hands!"

"?"

He Yubai narrowed his eyes slightly: "Do you want to hear what you're saying?"

"I said..."

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