Lavish Gift Baskets and a Mysterious Visitor
But come noon, several large gift baskets started arriving one after another, signed by companies Chu Fei had never even heard of—and one was even from the Luohu District Residents' Committee. The salon instantly buzzed with even more excitement, especially when a few customers who knew their gift basket prices took a look and gasped. Many of these baskets were loaded with four or five thousand yuan worth of goods; pulling out baskets like that meant serious extravagance.
He Peiling herself was utterly baffled. Her place was just a beauty salon—and to put it bluntly, one that dabbled in some shady, low-end services. Who the hell would send gift baskets here? And from the Luohu District Residents' Committee, no less?
Fortunately, the answer came that afternoon when the salon's big-spending client Zhang Lin walked in, accompanied by a peculiar companion.
"Wow, boss lady, haven't seen you in a day and you look so much younger! Hehe, where's Fei Zai?"
The reason the companion seemed odd was her getup: wrapped in a trench coat, topped with a hat and sunglasses. But her figure gave it away—she was definitely a woman.
"Oh, Xiao Zhang, did you send these baskets? They're way too extravagant—you didn't have to go to such expense!" He Peiling hurried over to greet her.
"For me, it's not extravagant at all. If anything, it feels a bit light... If your salon were bigger and more famous, I wouldn't mind filling the place with baskets..." Zhang Lin covered her mouth with a soft laugh, drawing jealous glares from everyone in the room. This woman was just too perfect—but who the hell was she?
Women thrived on dressing up, and even though Chu Fei had polished Zhang Lin to perfection, her old clothes had always dulled her shine. Now, in a brand-new, perfectly tailored outfit paired with subtle natural makeup, she emerged like a flawless jade beauty. Every other woman in the room paled in comparison—even He Peiling.
"Besides, these gift boxes were mostly my husband's idea. I only sent one..." Zhang Lin sneaked another mischievous smile. "Anyway, boss lady, we'll catch up later. Is A Fei around?"
"He's sleeping in the room upstairs..." He Peiling nodded. "You can head up and find him."
"Looks like he wore himself out massaging you yesterday..." Zhang Lin nodded too, then tugged her companion toward the stairs.
"I'm bringing a friend for a slimming massage. Boss lady, ring it up for us first—we'll sign and card it later."
"You got it."
"Boss lady, you're saying it's all real? Your son really does slimming massages?"
"Of course! Look at her... She's one of my son's clients. She used to weigh over a hundred jin—now look how gorgeous she is!"
"Wow!"
...
"A Fei, wake up, wake up!"
"Mmm!" Chu Fei cracked his eyes open and saw Zhang Lin's beaming, playful face. "Huh? Zhang Jie, it's Lunar New Year's Day—shouldn't you be home with your husband? What brings you here?"
"I'm hooking you up with some business!" Zhang Lin playfully swatted him, feigning annoyance. "This is my little aunt. You gotta take good care of her."
"Oh, if she's family of Zhang Jie's, I'll give her the VIP treatment..." Chu Fei scrambled out of bed, grabbing a fresh bath towel to swap out the old one. "Sorry, I crashed hard after yesterday—place is a mess. Let me tidy up..."
"No need." Zhang Lin stopped him. "No need to stand on ceremony with us... Xiao Fei, thank you so much! My husband already dumped his mistress yesterday, and he's raving about my new body. It's all thanks to you! Big sis doesn't even know how to repay you."
"Haha, Zhang Jie, you're too kind." Chu Fei scratched his head sheepishly. "And this auntie of yours..."
"I'm Xie Qin."
Zhang Lin's aunt reached up, removing her sunglasses and hat. She was a short-haired woman in her mid-to-late thirties, with a stern, authoritative air about her eyes—like someone in a position of power.
"Young man, Xiao Lin says you're amazing, that all this is your doing. I didn't quite believe her at first, but now... I guess I have no choice."
"Hehe... Nothing special, just earning a living with my skills."
Chu Fei put on an honest, bashful grin, earning an eye-roll from Zhang Lin beside him. She turned to her aunt. "Auntie, you've met him now... Made up your mind? You gonna do it or not?"
"Can you guarantee..."
"Aiya, Auntie, how many times have I guaranteed it? This guy's hands are one-of-a-kind golden healing touch! Wherever he massages, it burns like fire... All the fat just melts away clean. Look at my waist, my arms, my legs!"
Zhang Lin hiked up her skirt. "What are you still hesitating for? How long's it been since Uncle touched you? Even if not for him, you gotta think of yourself, right?"
"Cough cough... Fine, you win. I'll do one slimming session for now. If it really works, I'll think about the rest."