Chapter 202: High-Profile Massage
Oh my God! This woman changes too damn quickly! She was all fierce like a tigress about to devour someone a moment ago, and now she’s talking to me in this tone? It’s frightening!
"Er, boss, maybe you should adjust your attitude a bit. I really can’t deal with this, so please scold me more to save me from feeling uneasy all over."
Lin Zifeng felt an urge to get goosebumps all over his body. What was the deal with this woman? Had she given up on treatment?
If Nangong Bing knew the thoughts running through Lin Zifeng’s mind, she’d have slapped him long ago.
Though, she secretly mused that this man was really masochistic. When she was fierce, he felt she was difficult to get along with. When nice to him, he became breathless, thinking she was abnormal. What kind of logic and perspective was that? Could it be that all men were this masochistic, preferring that others be a bit harsh to them?
Time flew by quickly. With nothing to do at home and a bit of playful bickering, soon it was noon.
Sitting in Nangong Bing’s latest model of the Lamborghini sports car felt amazing. It was just too bad that her limited edition supercar had been taken away by old man Nangong. Otherwise, in a place like Zhonghai City, where the rich were as common as dogs, it would have been an absolute head-turner.
Once they parked the car, Nangong Bing was like someone leading a clueless bumpkin from the countryside, asking all sorts of questions along the way. She seemed eager to learn every detail about the International Trade Building, which was not at all a small supermarket or a shopping plaza.
The extravagant branded items here were all priced highly; even a simple scarf could cost tens of thousands.
This place was an ocean for the wealthy of Zhonghai City, especially those Visit NovelHub for more amazing novels and chapters. As long as they were alive, they’d splurge madly, while the spendthrift bachelors behind them picked up the bill.
Because it was a spur-of-the-moment trip, Lin Zifeng didn’t know he was going to the Trading Building and was dressed in simple casual sportswear. This would normally count as branded, but in such a money-driven international mall, it was simply a small fish in a big pond.
Thankfully, it was still early upon entering the Trading Building, not yet rush hour, and there weren’t too many customers around. Otherwise, Nangong Bing would have been tempted to sack Lin Zifeng in a bag and beat him to death, then just run away. Going shopping with a man dressed indistinguishably from a migrant worker was truly an exquisite form of oddity—or perhaps it could be considered the essence of absurdity.
And Lin Zifeng, this damn fool, showing no sense of shame, just grinned away, looking around and exclaiming belatedly. The only thing that Nangong Bing found tolerable was that he wasn’t the total country bumpkin; his demeanor was passable and didn’t leer around creepily searching for good-looking staff.
But what made Nangong Bing want to kick him several meters away with a high kick was when this guy actually had the gall to barge into a upscale boutique menswear store and insistently asked the staff to bring out the latest fashion to try on, obliviously addressing Nangong Bing lightly, "Wearing this type of menswear would make one appear quite mannish."
You, a mere security guard, what right do you have to waste money like that? With a pitiful salary of just over three thousand a month, you can’t even afford half a tie from here, yet you have the nerve to browse clothes in their shop?
This courage is truly commendable.
At last, Nangong Bing, feeling a bit compassionate, saw Lin Zifeng eyeing a piece of menswear with longing. She took out her card to impulsively buy Lin Zifeng a set, since the money really wasn’t much to her.
But who would have known he’d give her a look like he had just seen a UFO, clueless about what she was up to.
Although the menswear was nice with fine craftsmanship and respectable brand reputation, Lin Zifeng wasn’t interested, particularly from a price perspective. Even if the store clerk took off a fraction, he still wouldn’t find it worth it. But who could know that today Nangong Bing, on some strange whim, was pulling out her card to buy it for him? What was the rhythm of this?
Since she had already swiped her card, approaching her now to criticize seemed somewhat presumptuous. He decided to silently accept the gift graciously.
At that moment, the fairly good-looking store clerk glanced at Lin Zifeng, who looked downright shabby, with a look of astonishment, and handed him the clothes trying to keep her smile professional.
Still, Lin Zifeng could detect a tint of shock in her eyes. After all, the outfit was worth eighty-nine thousand yuan; not something your average Joe could afford. But it all felt so odd. Imagine, a scruffy good-for-nothing, followed by a stunningly beautiful woman, casually purchasing clothes worth tens of thousands for a man, without blinking an eye. What was that all about? It was an absolute slap in the face, running counter to any notions of mooching.
After receiving the clothes, Nangong Bing left confidently with a smile, heading toward the women’s section inside the Trading Building, a pleasurable sensation naturally emerging.
Left hanging, Lin Zifeng watched her beautiful silhouette somewhat speechless.
Was this some kind of revenge? Was this a convoluted way of feeling vindicated?
However, Nangong Bing had slightly underestimated Lin Zifeng’s thick skin.
Holding his head high, he chuckled at the clerk, "My sister."
But as he left, the clerk gave him a disdainful "tsk," as if to say, being kept is being kept, why come up with a lie that could fool a three-year-old?
Moreover, in this era, a man who actually ’hangs’ from a woman’s purse strings is considered rather formidable, at least he’s of some use, unlike some men who are of no use at all, not even worth buying for parts.
Following behind Nangong Bing and admiring her exquisite figure was indeed a pleasure. However, Lin Zifeng found her air of arrogance quite annoying. It was just a piece of clothing, after all. Did it really make her feel that good? Did she really need to see him embarrassed to be happy?
Of course, Nangong Bing’s beauty and demeanor attracted a lot of male attention. Amidst this materialistic shopping center, almost every wealthy man paired with a distinguished woman could be considered tasteful. But what they secretly despised was how Lin Zifeng, looking like a penniless bumpkin, followed her around, which seemed particularly contemptible.
And yet, the more they looked down on him, the more triumphant Lin Zifeng felt. He hurried up to Nangong Bing, presenting himself in a pleasing manner, and chuckled, "Ma’am, you must be tired. Let me give you a rub."
With that, his hand moved toward Nangong Bing’s shoulder without waiting for her approval, reaching out quite naturally.
Just as Nangong Bing was about to refuse, she couldn’t deny that Lin Zifeng’s massage technique was quite effective, immediately making her feel incredibly relieved and relaxed.
This scene left those sneaking glances almost spitting blood, having seen the shameless, but never having seen this degree of shamelessness.