Ning Yuan said stiffly and awkwardly in a low voice, "My feet... don't look good."
Having worked in the fields for many years, she only started applying hot water and a thick layer of Vaseline to her hands after she was admitted to university, finally peeling off the calluses and making them soft and smooth.
They have no time to take care of their feet.
Her feet, except for being covered by shoes and not exposed to sunlight, were fairly white, but large and rough.
She's under 160cm tall, but has a pair of size 38 feet!
Rong Zhaonan poured out the massage oil and chuckled, "Feet are for walking; function is what matters."
He paused, then bent his long finger and pinched the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of her foot: "I don't think it looks bad."
A tingling, numb, and itchy sensation suddenly crept up my calves.
Ning Yuan tensed up immediately and couldn't help but let out a soft moan: "Mmm..."
The girl's soft, muffled moans made Rong Zhaonan pause, and he felt inexplicably aroused.
He lowered his long, dark phoenix eyes, massaging the acupoints on her feet as he spoke—
“I have received the telegram about Tang Jun. His father was indeed one of the earliest power engineers in Shanghai and supported power construction in various places.”
Ning Yuan was taken aback. She had only asked about Tang Jun as a casual way of changing the subject.
After all, she had only asked him for help a few days ago. This wasn't China decades later, with its advanced communication, surveillance, and internet systems.
But he actually found it!
Rong Zhaonan pressed his fingertips against her slender calves, feeling that the girl's skin was too soft and tender.
His eyes darkened: "His father did indeed go to Ningnan City to support construction in 1959 and 1965, but we couldn't find out whether your adoptive father had any connection with his father."
Ning Yuan felt a tingling sensation in her calves, and his rough, calloused, strong fingers felt like they were electrified.
She coughed lightly: "That means no one knows whether my adoptive father saved his father or not."
It's difficult to trace now, unlike decades later when WeChat, mobile communications, and social media will all leave traces.
Ning Yuan awkwardly put her legs down from the table.
After all, with him sitting on the stool in front of her, and her wearing a skirt, and her other leg raised high, wasn't that the same as showing him her underwear?
But she was too embarrassed and didn't dare to step on his thigh with her other foot.
Rong Zhaonan casually placed her other foot on his strong, slender thigh as well.
Ning Yuan felt increasingly uncomfortable, her round face flushing slightly; the gesture was too intimate.
The two had been intimately acquainted, and even shared a bed as roommates for a year.
Yet, this kind of intimacy that belongs to lovers has never been seen.
Rong Zhaonan seemed oblivious to her shyness, and calmly asked, "If they were close, you should have seen them exchanging letters?"
Ning Yuan forced herself to focus on the important matter at hand. She thought for a moment, then shook her head.
“When I was a child, I was responsible for receiving all the mail at home. As far as I can remember, only my eldest brother ever sent mail from Shanghai.”
Since coming to Shanghai to study, she hasn't visited her older brother, partly because she doesn't know how to explain her current situation to him.
Secondly, she didn't want her older brother to get involved in this mess between her and the Ning family, putting him in an awkward position.
Rong Zhaonan massaged the acupoints on her calves casually: "I had someone check Tang Jun's resume and personal history. He is not married, but he has dated two women. After his ex-fiancée died unexpectedly, he was so devastated that he never dated again."
It looks like a very normal resume, but...
He narrowed his cold eyes: "Since you're worried, then don't associate with him. I'll have someone investigate further. Like I said, don't leave Fudan University before your adoptive parents pass away."
Because Ning Yuan's adoptive mother, Ning Jinyun, had met him, he had kept a low profile these past few days and never appeared in front of Ning Jinyun.
Ning Yuan nodded and winked at him: "Don't worry, I'm very clever. I've hit you with my dirty tricks before!"
Rong Zhaonan raised an eyebrow and pressed on her Yinling acupoint below her knee: "You've always been clever, I don't know who you take after or where you learned that trick from."
She really did manage to defeat the master with a flurry of punches.
Ning Yuan's legs went weak from being pressed down, and she gritted her teeth as she slapped his hand away, saying, "Be gentle..."
Who does she resemble? She resembles herself...
No, she is no longer like the sensible and generous person she was in her previous life, who was actually timid and indecisive.
After a person is reborn, will they become smarter, with sharp hearing and eyesight, and be invincible?
No.
Aside from the initial act of buying wine, candy, and cakes to curry favor with the old Party Secretary's family, it was all the social etiquette she knew from her past life.
She is where she is today because of the patient guidance she received from Mr. Tang and Grandma Xia, which covered everything from her studies to her knowledge and perspective.
For a year, I worked late into the night every night, and then had to go to work the next day.
With Rong Zhaonan by his side, he learned how to conduct himself and deal with people through observation and experience.
Driven by the nightmares of her past life and the urgency of this one, she relentlessly pushed her own boundaries, step by step.
She transformed from an indecisive and reserved educated youth into a shameless shrew in the village who dared to fight in public.
In her past life, she disliked showing her face in public, but in this life, she forces herself to set up a street stall and make a public appearance.
From never daring to hawk their wares, they eventually developed a thick skin and mastered the art of conversation.
He has dealt with all sorts of people, been deceived by others, and even provoked dangerous figures like Uncle Liu.
From then on, I learned to do things properly and to look at people with my heart and eyes.
See, people need to be pushed. Only by pushing themselves out of their comfort zone can they avoid repeating the same mistakes.
Reborn, she tries every day to "kill" her past self!
Because of this, she began to doubt and be wary of her adoptive father, who was "very good" to her, even though Ning Zhuliu hadn't done anything so far.
"If I told anyone, I'd think I was heartless," Ning Yuan sighed.
Even now, she still hopes that at least... there was someone in that family who raised her who was genuinely good to her.
Rong Zhaonan looked at her and said calmly, "I only give my enthusiasm to those who deserve it."
Ning Yuan met his deep, narrow eyes and her face inexplicably flushed: "You're not talking about yourself, are you?"
Young Master Rong raised an eyebrow, his long fingers applying pressure as he pinched the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of her foot: "What, am I not worth it?"
Ning Yuan tensed up, the numbness and itching almost making her twist to the ground. She quickly nodded, "It's worth it! You're the most worth it!!"
Rong Zhaonan chuckled lightly, loosening his grip slightly as he held her toes in his palm: "Hypocrite."
Ning Yuan pursed her lips and remained silent.
After the serious topic was finished, the room fell silent for a moment, with only the fragrance of honeysuckle carried by the cool night breeze.
Ning Yuan felt the warmth of the man's palms beneath her feet, his fingers strong and resilient. After the initial soreness and numbness, the massage made her feel completely comfortable.
A subtle and strange feeling welled up inside her...
Having lived two lives, this is the first time a man has paid attention to whether she is comfortable or tired.
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