Ninety-Two: Massage

Men are all susceptible to provocation, and Lin Qi was no exception.

So, under the gaze of the many employees of the Golden Sun Group, he hoisted Song Qingzhu onto his back and carried her step by step toward the building.

Song Qingzhu rested her head on his shoulder without the slightest attempt to avoid suspicion, an act only someone deeply trusting and depending on another could do.

Feeling the soft weight against his back, Song Qingzhu's warm breath near his neck, and the faint fragrance of her body, Lin Qi could not help but feel his thoughts wander.

Most importantly, Song Qingzhu was truly beautiful, with a figure of exquisite curves!

If he had not still been burdened by a great vengeance, and if his will were not fairly resolute, his soul would already have flown beyond the heavens.

Thinking of vengeance naturally led him to suspect that Song Qingzhu might belong to the other side.

His heart quickly turned cold and hard.

Though the two had just eaten breakfast together and were now in such an ambiguous state, if he ever confirmed that she was one of them, Lin Qi would kill her without the slightest hesitation!

Under everyone's eyes, Lin Qi finally carried Song Qingzhu into the office.

Secretary Zhou immediately fetched some medicated oil and even wanted to apply it for Song Qingzhu personally, but Song Qingzhu waved him off. “I can do it myself.”

Secretary Zhou did not insist and promptly turned to leave.

Lin Qi was also preparing to go.

But Song Qingzhu called after him. “Lin Qi, help me apply it.”

Lin Qi looked surprised. “Didn’t you say you would do it yourself?”

“What, you don’t want to?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to. You can reach it yourself...”

“I still have documents to handle. I’m running out of time.” Song Qingzhu sat up straight, had already taken out the papers to review, and at the same time extended one foot.

Lin Qi felt helpless and had no choice but to walk over.

Did a bodyguard and driver have to do this too?

He crouched down and carefully removed Song Qingzhu’s black high heel.

Then he took off her black stockings.

A long, straight, fair leg was revealed, nearly flawless.

Lin Qi only glanced once before quickly shifting his eyes to Song Qingzhu’s foot.

It was a foot as fine as white jade, likewise without the slightest blemish, except that the ankle was red and swollen.

Lin Qi let out a breath, poured a little medicated oil onto his hand, and began rubbing it onto Song Qingzhu’s foot.

“Ah—” Song Qingzhu drew in a sharp breath, her brows knitting slightly; clearly, it hurt quite badly.

“Bear with it,” Lin Qi said softly. He carefully kneaded her foot, using a massage method taught to him by Song Qingfeng, one that was excellent for reducing swelling and relieving pain.

Song Qingzhu bit her silver teeth against the pain, but her eyes remained fixed tightly on the documents, as though she were deeply focused on work.

No one knew that her heart was beating wildly, and that two patches of crimson had quietly risen to her cheeks.

This was the first time she had ever let a man hold her foot like this.

If it were not to make Lin Qi believe she trusted him completely, she would never have done such a thing!

But it was truly embarrassing. She only felt a strange tingling sweetness in her heart, as if ants were crawling all over her body.

It was a sensation she had never experienced before...

How cheap this brat was getting!

Song Qingzhu was filled with both pain and hatred. If not for her plan, she would have wanted to tear him limb from limb and hack him into pieces.

She had no idea that Lin Qi was thinking at that very moment: If this young master is going to massage your feet, your family had better have accumulated at least eight lifetimes of good fortune. This isn’t just ancestral luck—your family tomb is practically about to explode.

Under Lin Qi’s skilled massage, aided by the penetration of the medicated oil, Song Qingzhu’s foot gradually stopped hurting, the swelling around her ankle slowly subsided, and it even began to feel increasingly comfortable.

“Enough...” Song Qingzhu could not bear it much longer, afraid she might accidentally make a sound, so she hurriedly drew her foot back.

“It should be basically healed by tonight,” Lin Qi said as he stood and went to wash his hands in the restroom nearby.

When he came out again, Song Qingzhu had already put on her shoe and was working with meticulous concentration.

“President Song, call me if you need anything.” Lin Qi turned and left, heading to the lounge across the hall.

During this period, Lin Qi had been working diligently for one purpose: to investigate Song Qingzhu’s true identity. Unfortunately, that woman concealed herself very well and had not revealed even the slightest flaw.

Since she trusted him so much, perhaps he should go a step further and take the initiative to probe her...

Just as Lin Qi was thinking this, his phone suddenly rang.

It was Luo Feifei.

“Brother-in-law, are you busy? I need to tell you something.”

“Mhm, go ahead.”

“My dad just called and said today is Grandpa’s birthday, and he wants me to go with you! Brother-in-law, I know there’s nothing between us. If you don’t want to go, you can skip it...” Luo Feifei’s voice lowered. She truly did not want to make things difficult for Lin Qi.

“It’s fine, I’ll go. Where and when?” Lin Qi agreed readily.

“Today at noon, at the Sunrise Hotel!” Luo Feifei hung up happily.

As noon approached, Lin Qi asked Song Qingzhu for leave and took a taxi to the base of Dragon Leap Group to pick up Luo Feifei.

This was a personal matter, so naturally he could not use Song Qingzhu’s car.

That Mercedes was still at home anyway, and it would have been too late to go get it.