Qin Ge waved his hand, “Initiate the gamble!”
It was just a financial transaction—how hard could that be?
If he succeeded in the first phase, he would gain the medical technique [Healing Hands]. You had to know, Chen Yuan, the expert who descended from the mountain, was a miracle doctor. And in novels involving miracle doctors, if neither the protagonist nor those around them suffered from some kind of illness, how could the Child of Destiny exist? Otherwise, where would Chen Yuan’s medical skills be used to show off?
As long as he succeeded in the first phase of the gamble, the system would no longer deduct 100 physique points as a penalty. If he completed each phase step-by-step, he could earn Divine Powers one after another.
Only a fool wouldn’t make a bet on a deal this profitable.
Qin Ge looked at Lin Xiaojin under the dim light and said coldly, “You want me to drop the matter and not call the police?”
Lin Xiaojin nodded quickly. She hadn’t expected things to escalate like this. If she were taken away, even if it was just a few days of detention, her mother at home would starve. She couldn’t afford to get caught!
Qin Ge turned and walked toward the office, “Come with me.”
…
Under the bright lights, Qin Ge studied Lin Xiaojin, who had her head lowered, and couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.
As expected of the Child of Destiny’s white moonlight.
Her skin was really fair—so fair it seemed to glow under the lights. If she stood in the sun, wouldn’t she be overexposed like a blown-out photo?
“Think standing there with your head down makes up for what you did?” Qin Ge scoffed. Only then did Lin Xiaojin lift her face, her gaze dodging and guilty.
Qin Ge nodded with satisfaction and thought shamelessly, “Even if she’s malnourished, she’s easily a 95 out of 100 in looks!”
Qin Ge always had high standards. Even top celebrities in his previous life rarely scored above 90 in his eyes. Lin Xiaojin, without makeup, could easily outshine them all.
Of course, compared to Jiang Yingxue, the most beautiful woman in Yunhai City, Lin Xiaojin still fell short in terms of figure and temperament. But the two had entirely different styles—Jiang Yingxue was a classic, stunning beauty, while Lin Xiaojin was a delicate, sweet campus belle type.
Different vibes. Equally attractive.
“Come on, add me as a friend and transfer the money for the croissants,” Qin Ge said, motioning her over.
Lin Xiaojin raised her head and asked timidly, “CEO Qin, how much for those five croissants?”
“100 yuan.”
“What?” Lin Xiaojin trembled. That was way too expensive—100 yuan could feed her and her mom for a whole week. The source of this chapter is novelping.com.
“CEO Qin, I didn’t even eat them. Can I not pay?” Lin Xiaojin clutched her cracked second-hand phone, pleading miserably.
Qin Ge sneered, “If you order food in a restaurant and take a bite, can I still sell it to someone else after you return it?”
Lin Xiaojin knew she was in the wrong. She gripped her phone tightly, hesitating for half a minute before finally entering the payment code.
Ding-dong!
As soon as the transfer of 100 yuan came through, Qin Ge tapped ‘Accept.’
[Congratulations, Host. You have obtained the medical technique: Healing Hands.]
A surge of medical knowledge filled his mind. In the blink of an eye, Qin Ge became a top expert in traditional Chinese medicine.
Traditional Chinese medicine emphasized observation, listening, questioning, and pulse diagnosis. Just by glancing at Lin Xiaojin, he could tell her body was extremely weak. If she didn’t get treated soon, she’d be seriously ill. When Chen Yuan came back, it would be the perfect setup to show him up.
Clutching her phone in a daze, Lin Xiaojin whispered, “CEO Qin, can I leave now?”
Qin Ge shook his head, “No.”
He stood up and pushed open a door inside the office, revealing a rest area with a luxurious Simmons bed.
He lay down and waved at her, “Come here.”
Lin Xiaojin instinctively took a few steps back, ready to bolt.
Qin Ge lifted his phone, “You’ve got three seconds. If you don’t come over, I’m posting the video of you stealing.”
“Ugh…” Lin Xiaojin whimpered in frustration. Her tiny fists clenched tightly.
If she could beat Qin Ge, if it wouldn’t cost her money to hurt him, if he weren’t her boss—she really wanted to knock his teeth out.
Despicable. Holding her weakness over her, extorting her again and again, even squeezing 100 yuan out of her!
Watching her drag herself forward, Qin Ge stretched and cracked his neck, saying, “I’ve been working all day. My bones are sore. Give me a massage.”
Lin Xiaojin shook her head, “I… I don’t know how.” You are reading on g.com, the official source.
Qin Ge raised his phone, “Video?”
“I’ll do it! I’ll do it!” Lin Xiaojin grabbed his arm, feeling like she was holding a steel bar—so heavy and firm.
Her delicate hands expertly found his pressure points and kneaded them with as much strength as she could muster.
“Tsk!” Qin Ge clicked his tongue, a teasing grin on his lips. “Didn’t you say you didn’t know how to massage? You know all the pressure points and techniques?”
“I’m just treating you like a paraplegic!” Lin Xiaojin fumed inwardly, but she didn’t dare say it aloud. She had secretly learned the massage techniques while watching her mom go through rehab.
Thanks to that, she saved several hundred yuan a week in therapy costs.
Qin Ge didn’t say anything else. He closed his eyes, enjoying the massage.
After a while, Lin Xiaojin noticed his breathing had grown even. She assumed he had fallen asleep.
Muttering silently, she cursed, “Heartless jerk. So petty. CEO Jiang dumped you—what does that have to do with me? I already admitted I was wrong. I even paid the 100 yuan. What more do you want from me?”
Her arms were sore from massaging his legs. She paused, planning to rest a bit.
But just as she stopped moving, Qin Ge opened his eyes and grumbled, “Slacking off already? Passive resistance?”
Raising her sore hands, Lin Xiaojin pleaded with a bitter expression, “CEO Qin, my hands are so sore I can’t even lift them. Please, let me off. I really can’t keep going.”
Qin Ge’s gaze lowered, staring at her feet in those flat shoes. “If your hands are tired, don’t you still have feet?”
Lin Xiaojin shook her head, “I’ve never used my feet to give a massage.”
Qin Ge nodded, “I was kidding. What if you have athlete’s foot?”
Blushing, Lin Xiaojin retorted, “I don’t!”
Qin Ge shook his head in disbelief, “Nope. You do. You won’t even take off your shoes.”
Humiliated, Lin Xiaojin yanked off her flats, grabbed her little feet, sniffed them, and then thrust them near Qin Ge, “I don’t have athlete’s foot! Smell for yourself if you don’t believe me!”
Qin Ge casually glanced through her lifted skirt, catching a glimpse of what was underneath, and scolded her in disappointment, “Nice job wearing tights. Don’t wear them next time.”