Zhang Ye did not want to fall in love, and even less did he want to find a girlfriend more than a decade older than him.
If his old man found out, he could forget about going home for the Chinese New Year this year.
So.
Toward Pei Zi, this hot and alluring woman, his attitude was—not taking the initiative, not rejecting, and not taking responsibility.
Of course, he also wanted to use her identity to expand the hospital's customer base and make some money.
But now there was a slight accident; Pei Zi not only wanted to learn massage techniques, but she also developed a "desire to explore" him personally.
She looked at him with serious eyes: "Little Teacher Zhang, since you aren't speaking, that means silence gives consent."
She gently blinked: "Tonight, I'll send you back to the shop. After getting my things, I'll sleep on the massage bed downstairs from you."
"You just go back to your room to sleep normally, and I guarantee I won't disturb you."
Zhang Ye: "..."
He felt like he had been set up.
"Why are you going to sleep at my shop?" Zhang Ye was just about to refuse.
However, before his words could leave his mouth, Pei Zi had already stood up.
Her hands pressed against the edge of the table, leaning slightly forward, her tall figure appearing particularly eye-catching under the lights.
Her frame was a bit large, yet it precisely outlined her curvaceous lines.
As she leaned forward slightly, it provoked wild imagination, and the hip-hugging skirt made her slender and well-proportioned legs look particularly alluring.
She curved a charming smile, her gaze flowing gracefully.
Her voice was lazy yet carried a hint of teasing: "To learn, of course. I'll take a good rest tomorrow, and after all, we are cooperative partners now.
You let me go to your shop to study, and I'll help you screen suitable patients. How about that?"
Pei Zi slightly tossed a few strands of hair, exuding a casual yet alluring aura.
Zhang Ye slightly narrowed his eyes, his heart stirring.
This woman really had a lot of guts, and her personality was truly straightforward.
But he truly had no reason to refuse.
After all, there was still a bald director at the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital eyeing him covetously.
Without Pei Zi's help, it would be very difficult for him to smoothly carry out his plan.
"Sure, you can watch whatever you want. Anyway, no matter how much you study, you won't be able to learn my techniques." Zhang Ye shrugged, his tone relaxed.
Tomorrow, Aunt Yang Yan would bring her best friend over together, so it wouldn't hurt for Pei Zi to help out as an assistant.
"Then let's go back now." Zhang Ye stood up.
Hearing this, a brilliant smile bloomed on Pei Zi's face, and a trace of cunning flashed in her eyes.
The corners of her mouth curved up slightly, as if she had long guessed that he would agree.
Zhang Ye glanced at the latest top-tier A4 parked at the entrance of the massage shop, unable to help feeling a sigh of emotion in his heart.
Pei Zi's family background was clearly not bad; being able to drive an Audi A4 in Jiangcheng City meant her family fortune was definitely not thin.
Although she had never mentioned her family situation, Zhang Ye could guess that her background was definitely not simple.
What ordinary working-class person would have the courage to go head-to-head with their superior?
If Pei Zi were just an ordinary doctor, she probably would have been eaten down to the bones by that bald Lu Jianguo long ago.
"Clatter—"
The moment the shop door opened, Pei Zi rushed in impatiently, grabbed the keys on the counter, and the expression on her face instantly relaxed a lot.
She casually threw her bag on the sofa and turned to ask: "Where is the bathroom?"
Zhang Ye pointed to the second floor.
Treading in her high heels, Pei Zi briskly stepped up the stairs.
The black hip-hugging skirt closely fitted her figure, her waist swaying gently, her back view exquisite.
Zhang Ye didn't even need to think to know what she was going to do; the keys had been in his hands for a full day and night, so she must have been suffering terribly.
"Little Teacher Zhang, help me make the massage bed, will you? I need to catch up on sleep." Her lazy voice drifted from the second-floor bathroom.
Zhang Ye pulled back the partition curtain, pieced together three massage beds, and filled the gaps with several clean white towels.
He went upstairs to fetch a thick winter quilt and mattress, carefully making the bed.
"Yo? You're quite considerate, huh."
Pei Zi's voice suddenly sounded from behind, carrying a hint of playful amusement as she stood at the doorway, gently crossing her arms.
The black silk slip dress on her body clung closely to her skin, exposing a patch of snowy-white shoulders, her hair slightly disheveled, making her look lazy and charming all over.
Before Zhang Ye could even turn his head, a faint, elegant fragrance already rushed toward his face.
Her gaze swept across the massage beds, noticing the detail where Zhang Ye had specially raised the edge of the bed with wooden strips to prevent her from falling off.
The corners of Pei Zi's mouth curved into a smile: "It seems your service towards clients is quite thorough."
The three beds pieced together were as spacious as a hotel room with a king-sized bed.
Pei Zi walked forward unceremoniously, lying straight down upon it, her slender legs crossed casually.
The black slip dress slid down slightly with her movement, faintly revealing the exquisite curve beneath her collarbone.
She stretched comfortably, the slip strap slightly tightening and outlining her proud curves.
"Phew~ So comfortable!"
She murmured lazily, her softness trembling gently with her movements, carrying a bit of casual gentleness.
Seeing her act so naturally, Zhang Ye couldn't help laughing and saying: "Do you really treat this place as your own home?"
Pei Zi lay on her side, supporting her head with one hand, her beautiful eyes staring straight at Zhang Ye.
Pei Zi's voice was lazy: "However it's comfortable is how I'll do it. Wherever it's comfortable is home."
This woman... really was audacious.
Looking at her charming appearance, Zhang Ye's heart stirred slightly. New chapters come out on g.com first.
He casually grabbed the quilt and directly covered her with it like casting a net, covering her from head to toe tightly.
"Ah! Little hooligan, what do you want to do?"
Pei Zi let out a startled cry, quickly pushing the quilt aside to reveal a pair of eyes filled with smiles.
But Zhang Ye had already turned off the light with a snap and pulled the partition curtain shut.
The room instantly plunged into darkness.
Pei Zi pricked up her ears to listen for ten seconds, feeling a bit nervous inside, but she only heard Zhang Ye's footsteps going upstairs and the sound of a door closing.
She let out a sigh of relief, but inexplicably felt a bit disappointed in her heart.
She burrowed into the quilt, smelling the faint fragrance on the duvet cover and feeling the soft massage bed, unable to help the corners of her mouth curving slightly upward.
Having never been in a relationship, she actually felt a bit sweet at this moment, as if there were a kind of domestic warmth and novelty.
She pursed her red lips and muttered in a low voice: "A hypocritical man."
Perhaps because of her night shift yesterday, Pei Zi slept straight from noon until early the next morning.
Zhang Ye couldn't be bothered to wake her up either, studying the System while browsing through knowledge related to massage techniques and traditional Chinese medicine physical therapy.
The next day, he got up early to open the door.
After waking up, Pei Zi rubbed her eyes, stretched, and walked to the entrance of the shop.
At eight o'clock in the morning, the air was filled with a faint fragrance of traditional Chinese medicine and the smell of freshly cooked breakfast.
She happened to see Zhang Ye sitting on a small stool, holding a bowl of steaming wontons and eating with great relish.
Another portion was placed on the table, clearly prepared for her.
She smiled slightly, picked up the wontons, and also moved a small stool to sit next to Zhang Ye, feeling quite novel about it.
Pei Zi asked with a smile: "Little Teacher Zhang, are you always this leisurely every day?"
Zhang Ye raised his head and glanced at her: "Otherwise what?"
Pei Zi gently blew on the wonton in her spoon, looking toward the street with a hint of envy in her eyes.
"Your days are truly enjoyable."
Zhang Ye lowered his head to take a sip of soup: "Would you look favorably upon this kind of impoverished life?"
Pei Zi chuckled lightly, a meaningful gleam appearing in her eyes: "It's what I dream of."
Zhang Ye took the opportunity to ask: "Your family definitely isn't short on money, right? Tell me, how many houses does your family have in the city?"
Pei Zi said indifferently: "Three sets, but they are just cages in a concrete forest.
I still yearn for the countryside: one house, two people, three mu of land, and the Eternal seasons—how wonderful."
Zhang Ye laughed and said: "Aunt Pei, then why don't you consider using one of your family's houses to trade for my courtyard in the countryside?"
Pei Zi's pretty eyes lit up, and she patted the table: "Sure! But the premise is that you have to get a marriage certificate with me first."
Zhang Ye: "..."
This woman was crazy.