"Do You Mind If We Take a Photo?"
“Do you mind if we take a photo of you?”
“Huh? A photo? What kind of photo?”
“Just hold on a sec...” Chu Fei opened the door, and sure enough, He Shishi was sitting not far away in the hallway. “Shishi, grab the photo album—and bring the digital scale up here too!”
“Got it!”
The album naturally held photos of Zhang Lin, but since they didn't snap pics every time, there were only a few—looking oddly sparse in the big, empty binder. He Peiling had bought it on purpose, though; she figured it'd fill up soon enough.
Luckily, they'd photographed Zhang Lin before and after her sessions, and now with a few progress shots thrown in, everything was crystal clear—more powerful than words could ever be.
“Oh my god...” Xie Qin stared at the photos, dumbfounded. Zhang Lin had posed in just her underwear, which made every bit of flab on her body stand out starkly. “Little Lin, you used to look like this?”
“Yeah, Auntie. What'd you think?”
“I always thought you were pretty slim. I had no idea you had so much belly fat!”
“That's 'cause my waist was tiny back when I was dancing!” Zhang Lin giggled, then pointed to the last photo. “This one's from the day before yesterday, Auntie. What do you think of my figure now?”
“It's incredible!” Xie Qin was already gushing nonstop. After a moment, she turned to size up Chu Fei. “Kid, what do you want a photo of me for?”
“Same as with Zhang Jie right now—for a clear before-and-after. You'll see exactly what kind of service you're getting, and I'll get a little sense of accomplishment out of it... Sound good?”
“Sense of accomplishment!?” Xie Qin pondered that, then nodded. “Fine... I agree. But these photos absolutely can't go to anyone else—especially no other men!”
“Of course!” Chu Fei chuckled lightly. “I've got professional ethics on that front.”
“You're taking the photos yourself?”
“Nah, I've got a pro photographer!” Chu Fei grinned and opened the door. “Shishi, business time!”
As soon as she saw her aunt head off with Shishi to another room for the shoot, Zhang Lin sidled right up to Chu Fei. Without a word, she grabbed his head and planted a fierce, scorching kiss on him—her faint fragrance flooding his nostrils. Then, brazen as ever, she groped his crotch, sticking out her tongue playfully. “Next time I come for a massage, I'll reward you properly! But you better take my aunt seriously. Nail her, and you'll reap the benefits!”
“Got it...”
“Also, sis has nothing fancy to give, but it's the New Year—here's a little red envelope for luck. Door's gotta open red; you can't say no!”
“Uh, thanks, Zhang Jie!”
“Still so polite with me, you little rascal!” Zhang Lin laughed and swatted him playfully. “Just treat my aunt right!”
“Mm-hmm!” Chu Fei nodded. Since Zhang Lin was being so dead serious about it, this Xie Qin had to be someone important.
So he didn't pry further. He adjusted the massage oil, straightened the bed, and nodded to Xie Qin as she returned. “You can lie down now... Zhang Jie, your hair's a mess. Did you do it yourself? Why don't you head downstairs and let my mom fix it for you?”
“Sounds good! Auntie, I'll wait for you down there.” Zhang Lin turned and left.
“Mm!”
Xie Qin was lying face-down on the bed in her trench coat, and Chu Fei couldn't help but smile wryly. “Um, Auntie Xie, this your first time out for a massage?”
“Auntie Xie? Am I that old? ...Well, not exactly. I've had a couple blind massages before—felt pretty good, just a bit too rough.”
Xie Qin glanced at the door as Zhang Lin left, looking a touch nervous. “Kid, you can start now, right?”
“Sure thing, Xie Jie—or should I say Qin Jie? First, I'll help you get undressed!”
Chu Fei leaned down, locking eyes with her. “Massages here mean going fully nude. Clothes get in the way!”
“Huh?” Xie Qin jolted upright, clearly startled. “Little Lin should've mentioned something that important!”
“My hands need direct skin contact to burn the fat—and I gotta see it to control the pressure...” Chu Fei held up his hand in front of her. “I'm not bullshitting clients on this. If you can't handle it, I can't help you.”
“Burn the fat?” Xie Qin froze, hesitating for seconds that felt like forever. But the allure of a killer body won out. Slowly, she reached up and unbuttoned her trench coat...
She stopped once she was down to her underwear, and Chu Fei didn't push. “Come on, Qin Jie—step on the scale first. Weigh yourself again after, and you'll know exactly how much fat you've lost.”