C41 Massage?

"Even the deputy director can't reach Godly Doctor Qingyue. The entire Lin family is at a dead end. Do you really think those people could know her?" Zhang Chen asked with a sense of resignation.

Lin Zhiqing was speechless. She had considered the situation, but was utterly powerless to resolve it. On her own, the prospect of ever finding Godly Doctor Qingyue seemed impossible.

Zhang Chen pressed on, "Besides, I'm the one who made the bet. Don't worry about it. I'll find her."

He had intended to confide in Lin Zhiqing about Lau Qingyue, but ultimately, he held back. She wouldn't have believed him anyway. And he wasn't even sure when Lau Qingyue would be available to help.

Upon hearing his assurance, Lin Zhiqing's lips twisted into a cold smirk. "You just said they all couldn't find her. Do you think you can?"

After Lin Zhiqing spoke, her face contorted with disdain. She recognized the truth in Zhang Chen's words, yet she detested his type—those who lacked capability but still pretended to be competent.

Caught off guard, Zhang Chen replied with a touch of frustration, "Will you trust me? I assure you, I'll find her."

"Fine," Lin Zhiqing responded briskly.

Zhang Chen was taken aback, a smile beginning to form, but it was quickly extinguished by Lin Zhiqing's icy tone, "Go find her then. And if you fail, don't bother coming back."

With that, she strode into the villa, leaving Zhang Chen behind as she slammed the door shut. The thud jolted him from his stupor.

"She's nothing like a typical girl," he muttered, a mix of annoyance and resignation in his voice.

After a moment's contemplation, Zhang Chen had no choice but to leave the villa. He felt adrift, unsure of his next move. Eventually, he resolved to seek out Fourth Sister's advice on when she could provide treatment.

With that thought, Zhang Chen stopped hesitating.

He was standing at the roadside, about to hail a cab, when a black Mercedes-Benz gradually pulled up in front of him.

Zhang Chen paused, taken aback.

Peering in, he realized that the driver was none other than Loong San.

With a resigned shake of his head, Zhang Chen opened the passenger door and settled into the seat, asking with a sense of defeat, "Have you bugged me or something? How do you always know what I'm up to?"

Loong San's voice, deep and serious, filled the car. "It's part of the job."

Zhang Chen's heart skipped a beat. He edged slightly to the right and queried, "You don't have eyes on me even when I'm showering, do you?"

Loong San responded coolly, "Rest easy. Kids aren't my interest."

Only then did Zhang Chen breathe a sigh of relief.

But his relief was short-lived as he retorted, "Who's a kid?"

The Mercedes-Benz jostled momentarily before continuing on its way.

Before long, they arrived at the gates of Su Mang's villa.

This time, Zhang Chen paid close attention to the route and realized that the villa was surprisingly close to the city center.

What was more striking was that it was nestled in a lush green area, standing alone.

Securing a property here was no small feat, and money alone wouldn't cut it.

Su Mang had mentioned before that the villa was Lau Qingyue's property.

It was clear now that his Fourth Sister was far from ordinary.

Shaking his head, Zhang Chen pulled out the keys and made his way into the villa.

Loong San drove off.

Yet, Zhang Chen was well aware that if he ever needed Loong San, he would be available at a moment's notice.

Did Loong San never need to use the restroom, eat, or sleep?

A surge of curiosity washed over Zhang Chen. What exactly was Loong San's line of work? An assassin? A bodyguard?

Dismissing the thought, Zhang Chen laid back on the sofa, embracing the silence.

It was so quiet he couldn't even hear traffic—a rarity in Ningzhou.

After a long day's work, exhaustion had taken its toll.

He closed his eyes, and before he knew it, he drifted off to sleep.

As time slipped away, Zhang Chen was lost in the vivid dreamscape.

Much later, a tickling sensation on his nose stirred him from his slumber.

He reached out, scratched a couple of times, and then rolled over to continue sleeping.

But soon, that persistent itch returned. Zhang Chen's heart skipped a beat.

He tuned in to the sensation and suddenly detected the sound of breathing close by.

Zhang Chen's eyes flew open, and there was Su Mang, right in his field of vision!

The sight gave Zhang Chen quite the shock. There was someone else in front of him!

Instinctively, he tried to sit up but ended up colliding with Su Mang!

Zhang Chen tumbled back onto the couch, his heart racing with panic.

A cry of surprise rang out. Su Mang was sitting on the floor behind him, wincing as she rubbed her chest.

It was then that Zhang Chen got a clear view of Su Mang sitting before him.

He paused, then his surprise turned to delight. "Third Sister, when did you get back?"

Su Mang gave him a look of annoyance. "You dare to bump into me, you stinky brat? Do you have a death wish?"

Zhang Chen's smile slowly faded.

His mind involuntarily replayed a moment from Chen Dafu's conference room.

She was adorable with him, yet so aloof with others.

Quickly, Su Mang got up and took a seat next to Zhang Chen.

He straightened up at once, grinning, "I was asleep. I had no idea it was you standing there. Are you hurt?"

Su Mang rolled her eyes again. "Of course, it hurts. How do you plan to make it up to me?"

Zhang Chen was dumbfounded.

Su Mang wanted for nothing.

After an awkward pause, Zhang Chen ventured, "How about I take you out for a meal?"

Su Mang pursed her lips, a glint in her eye. "No. Give me a massage."

Zhang Chen blinked, puzzled. "Massage where?"

Su Mang replied as if it were obvious, "Where do you think you hit me?"