Chapter 62 Full Body Massage Someone Secretly Patted His Butt.
Although Jiang Mingyu did not secretly follow Xing Lan to her home, he would frequently visit Xing Lan's company under the pretext of discussing work.
The president of a listed company acts like an unemployed bum who's bored out of his mind, staking out the company building every day.
Every time he came, he carried a lot of milk tea and cakes, each of which were popular new products from trendy dessert shops that required long queues to buy. He tried to give them to Xing Lan, but Xing Lan not only refused to accept them, but also never gave him even a slightly nice look.
All the useless sweets were ultimately wasted by Jiang Mingyu and thrown into the roadside trash can. A stray dog came attracted by the smell and crawled into the trash to try and get some cake, but Jiang Mingyu scolded it away with a dark face.
Jiang Mingyu's bizarre behavior quickly attracted the attention of others in the company.
In all my years of work, I've never seen a client chasing after a contractor every day, showering them with gifts and showing concern for their well-being.
A colleague subtly inquired about the situation of this Mr. Jiang. Although the two companies planned to cooperate and would inevitably have more dealings in the future, he came to the company far too frequently, bringing so many things each time and staying for so long, as if he were at home.
Xing Lan had nothing to say, and could only vaguely say that this General Manager Jiang had just returned from abroad, and his understanding of cooperation and his personal way of thinking might be somewhat different from that of normal people in China.
No matter what trouble he causes, as long as it doesn't affect the normal progress of the project, that's fine.
Xing Lan has been working overtime every night for the past few days, just wanting to finish this project as soon as possible and get rid of Jiang Mingyu's entanglement. But Jiang Mingyu seems to be deliberately tormenting him, his attitude is always ambiguous, and he single-handedly slows down the progress to an extremely low level.
One second they were saying they were quite satisfied, but the next second they absolutely refused to sign the contract.
Thanks to him, Xing Lan's heart rate and blood pressure have been rising sharply recently.
"..."
"Jiang Mingyu, what exactly are you trying to do?"
When the two were negotiating and discussing the specifics of the contract in the office for the umpteenth time, Xing Lan finally couldn't help but ask Jiang Mingyu.
"You can make any requests you have, but please stop being so fickle and deliberately delaying. Understand this: cooperation is about mutual benefit, not me begging you."
"Your words have reminded me; I do have a request to make." Jiang Mingyu raised an eyebrow.
Xing Lan frowned, suppressing her irritation: "Go ahead."
"Do you think you'll agree if I bring it up?" Jiang Mingyu asked casually.
Xing Lan took a deep breath: "...You go first."
Jiang Mingyu chuckled softly, looked up at Xing Lan, and said slowly and deliberately, "If you agree to reunite with me, I will sign the contract."
"..."
"Impossible." Xing Lan clenched her fist and slammed it on the table. "I told you, I already have a boyfriend."
"I don't believe it." Jiang Mingyu completely ignored him and said self-righteously, "Lanlan, don't I know you? You're such a hard person to pursue, how could someone else have won you over so quickly? If you want to reject me, at least come up with a more believable reason."
Xing Lan impatiently interrupted him: "What's it to you? Are you going to sign the contract or not?"
Jiang Mingyu crossed his arms and legs, and said in a cheeky manner, "I won't sign unless it's agreed upon. You can decide for yourself."
Seeing his rascal behavior, Xing Lan was furious and deeply regretted her impulsive decision to be with him back then.
With a cold face and utter annoyance, he grabbed the contract from the table, didn't look at Jiang Mingyu again, and pushed open the door to leave.
As Jiang Mingyu watched Xing Lan storm off, he felt no remorse for angering her. He only felt that his ex seemed to be even more beautiful than before, and her figure in a shirt was more charming than it had been a few years ago.
Jiang Mingyu wasn't as deeply affectionate as he claimed. Over the years, he had a bunch of casual relationships abroad, but they were all just quick flings. Some of the foreigners had very difficult-to-pronounce names, and he didn't even know their names until after the breakup, only remembering whether their legs were long or their waist was thin.
He was a total looks-obsessed person, only liking pretty women, and among all the pretty women, he preferred the pure and innocent type. Although Xing Lan was a man, she was the most beautiful and innocent-looking person he had ever seen in his life, so no matter what, he was determined to win her back this time he returned to China.
Jiang Mingyu whistled leisurely, stood up from his chair at a leisurely pace, and before leaving, he also took a pen that Xing Lan had left on the table but hadn't had time to take with her.
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Li Baidong noticed that Xing Lan was very troubled lately.
Although Xing Lan always appears cold, unsmiling, and aloof to outsiders, once you get to know him a little, you'll find that he's not good at pretending. All his thoughts are written on his face. He can't help but frown slightly when he sees something he dislikes, but his eyes and brows soften when he's with small animals.
Li Baidong knew very well that when Xing Lan encountered something difficult to solve, she would often space out during the day and have nightmares at night. When she was half asleep, she would unconsciously snuggle into his arms.
All these unusual signs indicated that he had been preoccupied lately.
That night, Xing Lan worked overtime until very late before returning home.
He looked very tired; his handsome face showed signs of weariness, and his brows furrowed unconsciously, as if it were a habit, and remained so for a long time.
So that Xing Lan could relax and rest as soon as he got home, Li Baidong, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, immediately went over to him and considerately helped him take off his bag and coat as soon as he entered the house.
Without realizing it, I noticed a very unfamiliar men's cologne emanating from him.
The scent is strong, pungent, and very assertive, with a spicy musk base. Neither Li Baidong nor Xing Lan likes this kind of overly aggressive fragrance, and they've never had perfume with this scent in their homes.
Li Baidong frowned subconsciously, hung Xing Lan's coat on a standing clothes rack, and asked casually, "Brother, who did you meet today? Your perfume smells so strong." It was awful.
"Um……"
Looking into Li Baidong's dark, narrow eyes, Xing Lan felt a subtle sense of embarrassment and nervousness for some reason.
He looked away and explained evasively, "I recently took on a new project, and the partner is very difficult to deal with, and has terrible taste."
“This business partner is so annoying. He wears so much perfume at work. He’s obviously unreliable.” Li Baidong lowered his eyes and said righteously on his behalf, “No wonder my brother has been so tired lately. It’s all his fault.”
Xing Lan rarely complained about his work to Li Baidong. Even when they occasionally chatted, he would only mention it briefly and gloss over it. Even if Li Baidong wanted to help him, he would choose to silently bear it all himself.
But today, he nodded, unusually, and earnestly agreed, "That's right."
He washed his hands and sat down at the table, eating the curry fish ball udon noodles that Li Baidong had cooked for him in advance. He frowned and mumbled a complaint in a low voice: "...I really don't want to see him again."
Li Baidong sat down next to Xing Lan and watched him complain about work. His handsome face showed such a genuine and vivid expression that it was rare for him to do so. Li Baidong couldn't help but feel a pang of tenderness and reached out to touch Xing Lan's thick, black hair.
After finishing her noodles and taking a shower, Xing Lan had no energy left. Wearing a black silk nightgown, she lay on the bed, completely drained.
When Li Baidong returned to his bedroom after washing the dishes, this was the first thing he saw.
The room was comfortably heated, so Xing Lan didn't cover herself with a blanket. She wasn't even wearing her pajamas properly; the edges of her soft pajama bottoms rolled up accidentally as she turned over, revealing her two slender, snow-white legs.
Li Baidong licked his lips, swallowed, and slowly walked towards Xing Lan. Xing Lan lay wearily on the bed with her eyes closed, completely unaware of his quiet approach.
The next second, Xing Lan felt a pair of slightly cold hands gently resting on his legs.
The familiar and comforting scent around him made him open his eyes slightly and meet Li Baidong's burning gaze, hidden beneath his light blond hair, like a puppy staring straight ahead.
Li Baidong slowly tightened his grip, gently pinching Xing Lan's slender, fair thigh twice. The movements were very gentle at first, gradually increasing in pressure as Xing Lan got used to it, but always remaining just right, without causing any pain.
"Brother, you look a bit tired lately. Let me give you a massage to help you relax."
Xing Lan felt very comfortable being massaged by him, and responded drowsily before ignoring him and closing her eyes again.
Having received Xing Lan's permission, Li Baidong diligently and conscientiously began to give him a full-body massage.
His hands were slightly cool, but that was just right in the warm bedroom. His broad palms, calloused, brushed gently across the warm skin along the smooth fabric of his pajamas.
The technique was far from skillful or sophisticated, but the strength and intensity were perfectly controlled, causing Xing Lan to unconsciously squint her eyes and enjoy it. Her tense body gradually relaxed, and she was so comfortable that she almost fell asleep.
The boy's well-defined hands moved around like two nimble little fish, leaving faint finger marks on his supple legs.
After an unknown amount of time, Xing Lan vaguely heard Li Baidong speaking in his ear. His voice was deep and slightly hoarse, and seemed somewhat different from usual.
"elder brother."
"It's time for a back massage."
After Li Baidong finished speaking, he gently lifted Xing Lan from the bed and turned him over.
Xing Lan lay exhausted on the bed, her head drooping, her pale and thin chin resting on the edge of the pillow.
Her freshly washed black hair was slightly disheveled, exuding a faint orchid fragrance. The high-quality silk pajamas clung to her body, outlining the smooth, slender lines of her back.
Through the thin layer of fabric, Li Baidong's fingertips traced inch by inch across his smooth back skin, down along his slender waist...
"Smack!"
Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out in the quiet room.
As if sensing something, Xing Lan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she hissed almost inaudibly as her hazy consciousness gradually returned.
"..."
Was it just his imagination? Why did he feel like someone had secretly patted his butt twice?
Xing Lan opened her eyes and turned to look behind her.
Li Baidong was kneeling beside him, his hands loosely clenched into fists, warmly and attentively massaging his legs.
With a smile on her face, an innocent look on her face, she was polite and well-behaved.
They do look quite similar to professional massage therapists in massage parlors, and seem to possess the same basic professional qualities.
Seeing Xing Lan look at him, Li Baidong stopped what he was doing and asked gently with a service-oriented attitude, "What's wrong, brother? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
"No."
"Let's continue."
Xing Lan yawned lazily, then turned her head back after speaking, no longer dwelling on the strange illusion she had just experienced, and focused on enjoying the private massage offered by the young male college student.
He was so tired that he gradually fell asleep again without realizing it.
After Xing Lan fell asleep, his phone, which was on the bedside table, suddenly rang briefly.
Seeing that Xing Lan was fast asleep, Li Baidong didn't wake him. Instead, he took Xing Lan's phone and skillfully entered the password.
After searching, he discovered that Xing Lan's address book had one more contact than before.
Xing Lan's address book originally had 174 contacts, now it has 175. Li Baidong remembers this number very clearly.
Xing Lan had saved the contact who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere with a poop emoji.
Late at night, just three seconds ago, "Bubble" sent a message to Xing Lan.
Honey, I left your things with me. Should I bring them to you now?
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Author's note: Happy New Year 2026 everyone! [fireworks][fireworks]
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