Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 263 - 195. Variety Show in the Water

Chapter 263: 195. Variety Show in the Water

Mr. Lu’s discerning eye was a blessing in disguise.

Upon closer inspection, the girl standing before him was neatly dressed, not in light gauze or silk stockings, but rather in form-fitting black shorts and a short-sleeve top, covering everything else securely, even to the point where one could vaguely make out the straps near her collarbone.

Very modest.

"Handsome, you can lie down here, and I’ll give you a massage."

The girl named Tingting had a charming smile on her face as she spoke in a soft accent.

Lu Jincheng looked up and checked the clock nearby; it was still early.

The opposite sex typically took much longer to bathe; chances were that Zhong Ruixi was far from finishing her soak.

So, he approached the massage table and lay down, allowing the girl to start kneading his body.

She climbed onto the table and sat on Lu Jincheng’s waist, starting from the base of his neck with her hands, rhythmically "pat pat pat" tapping along his back.

To a layperson it was merely entertainment, but an expert appreciated the skill; with each efficient movement of her small fists, he instantly sensed something different.

Unlike the masseurs Mr. Lu had experienced before, she didn’t ask about the pressure, yet the strength in her grip was incredibly precise.

It was neither too light to cause an automatic stress response, nor too heavy to prevent his muscles from relaxing under her strokes.

Next, the girl deployed her finger techniques, pressing, pushing, smoothing, and kneading, following the contours of his muscles, layer by layer.

In the throes of relief, the man actually worked up a considerable sweat.

Lu Jincheng lay there, his eyes involuntarily squinting, his whole body as if numbed by an anesthetic.

Tingting massaged his back earnestly, her legs straddled apart, resting at his waist, the warm temperature from the center of her shorts faintly pressing against his tailbone.

"Tingting... judging by your accent, you’re from out of town?"

Mr. Lu called out symbolically, knowing well it was probably a pseudonym.

"Yes, my family’s from a village near Huangpi, I just came here less than two months ago."

The girl answered brightly, her hands continuing their work.

"Have you worked anywhere else before?"

"No."

"Your technique is quite good."

"I learned from my grandmother back home; she’s really good at this."

Flattered by his compliment, Tingting’s mouth spread into a wide smile, her voice growing even softer.

"Do you make good money here?"

"It’s okay, but living in a big city like Jiang City is expensive, hard to save money."

Her words carried a laughing tone.

"In this place, there are jobs that pay more than massage."

"I know, the sisters on the third floor have been urging me to join them, but I can’t do that, ha."

"Uh-huh."

Lu Jincheng responded and fell silent.

This girl named Tingting, though from a village nearby, had skin tender as though steamed soft in this hot spring resort every day.

With her considerable looks, if she were to entertain the clients at tables, she would likely have her share of regulars.

Her current "can’t do it" was only temporary.

In the dazzling opulence of a high-end club, money had a way of stunning people into compliance.

She toiled day in and day out, her hands and arms aching, for a mere monthly income of four to five thousand yuan.

Yet, the hostesses at the very top of the club, with some touching of thighs and bodies, and a bit of luck, could earn much more than that just in tips.

The contrast and disparity were very real.

Once, a girl new to the trade had shared her emotional journey with Mr. Lu on a couch.

If showing a little leg meant stacks of red banknotes came rolling in, then a little touching here and there didn’t seem such a big deal.

Then came new phones, clothes, shoes, gleaming and glamorous, no longer the country girl in others’ eyes.

And after that, going all the way didn’t seem so unacceptable—the touch had already happened.

With legs wide open, a few feigned moans with squeezed shut eyes, and an income of thirty to fifty thousand a month, in two to three years, they could build a nice little mansion back home.

Moral values constructed from fairy tales, novels, and TV dramas crumbled like crispy pastry tops when confronted with reality and material desires.

But, of course, she had another path available to her.

Because she was lucky to have a skill that was superior to most.

She could take out a loan, open her own massage parlor, do some proper marketing, and soon enough, she’d have a steady stream of returning customers.

Those a bit more business-savvy could take the route of training or even franchising – simple business plans achievable within a couple of years.

However, with her limited knowledge and educational background, the chance of fully capitalizing on her innate talent seemed unlikely.

Everyone yearns for what seems easily attainable, especially when everyone around you is living that way.

Fortunately, Mr. Lu noticed she was quite professional with her massages, which to some degree eased stiffness and released stress.

So, he decided to give her a bit of recognition for her ability.

"Tingting, I’ll ask Huang Hu for your number later, so you can come over and give in-home services. Would you like that?"

"Sure."

The girl replied with a beaming smile, then her voice shifted timidly, "Boss, I’ll go, but I won’t do ’that,’ okay?"

"It’s just simple massage. I run a media company; all the employees are pretty girls, but many suffer stiff necks from sitting in front of computers too long, affecting their posture."

"Don’t worry, I’ll pay you extra for private work, and you won’t have to give the bosses here a cut."

"Mm-hmm!"

The girl happily replied.

...

After the massage, Lu Jincheng changed into a bathrobe, pushed open the door, and walked into the VIP area of the hot spring.

Above was a skylight that stretched two stories high, covered with a massive glass ceiling that offered a view of the sky upon lifting one’s head.

Every element of the decor here strived to evoke a natural and primitive feel, aiming to create an impression of being in the wild.

In the center of the room was a meticulously constructed hot spring pool, with dimensions of five by five meters, and the surrounding walls were concealed by the planted vegetation.

Several VIP compartments like this were available, with the sound of the hot spring water gently splitting around a central cross partition.

Zhong Ruixi hadn’t come out yet, so Lu Jincheng settled down in the pool to soak and wait for her.

After about ten minutes, the sound of the door in the women’s corridor creaked open, revealing a head.

After spotting Lu Jincheng inside, Zhong Ruixi wrapped in a bathrobe jogged over.

She stood by the pool, flung off her bathrobe, revealing a disposable bikini underneath, and cautiously dipped one foot into the pool.

"The temperature’s just right, come on in!"

Lu Jincheng laughed as he pulled her hand, dragging Zhong Ruixi into the pool with a splash.

"Ah!"

Zhong Ruixi’s cheeks flushed, and she tightly hugged the man’s body for balance, whimpering softly with a hint of coquettish complaint in her voice.

"Why’s your face so red?"

Lu Jincheng snuggled up against her, his right hand tracing her firm waistline, feeling the firmness of her chest against his.

"...that masseuse was too rough! I just couldn’t take it..."

"Feeling better after the soak?"

"Mmm, the lava bath was quite interesting."

In the secluded VIP room, Zhong Ruixi’s starry eyes half-closed as she nestled her head near his shoulder.

"I’ll bring you here again next time."

"Where did your friend go?"

Zhong Ruixi looked around and sighed lightly upon confirming that there were only two of them in the room.

"He left early, couldn’t hang around us like a third wheel forever, could he?"

"Oh, is that so? I’m so hungry after that massage. Can we eat after soaking for a bit longer?"

"We can dine right here."

Lu Jincheng smiled, releasing Zhong Ruixi’s waist.

Although he had not visited the Qu Shui Orchid Pavilion in his previous life, he was familiar with places like this, more or less.

Plus, with the few words Brother Huang had said to him earlier, he only had to walk a short distance around the pool to find what he had imagined.

On the side of the pool, set among stacked pebbles, there was a protruding black Summoning Bell.

Mr. Lu pressed the button, and soon a waiter entered.

"We would like to dine,-table for two."

"Alright, please wait a moment. Brother Huang has already made the arrangements. Do you have any special dietary requests?"

"No dietary restrictions, bring whatever you have. Oh, and could you bring us a tablet as well?"

Lu Jincheng returned to his seat in the pool, and before Zhong Ruixi could ask, a decorative mini canal by the pool brought over a wooden boat.

On the other side of the room, the waiter loaded the food onto the boat and then pushed it through an opening in the wall.

This avoided disturbing guests by entering the room and added some fun to the experience.

This kind of service was something quite a few upscale places enjoyed offering.

"Wow... that’s so awesome!"

Zhong Ruixi’s eyes widened in amazement.

"It does have some creativity to it."

The man spoke as he caught a slice of sashimi with his hand and brought it to Zhong Ruixi’s mouth, who took it with a small bite.

The two reclined in the pool as the boat continued to arrive with more items: two small cups, a serving of warm liquor, and a tablet computer.

"Come on, we can watch the variety show now~"

"Oh my, you... I wouldn’t have guessed."

Zhong Ruixi reached out to grab the tablet, played the latest episode of "Strange Talk," and both laughed and enjoyed their meal with great delight.

Who could have thought that what was just a plain old soak could be turned into such a romantic event by Lu Jincheng, crammed full of details!

"We agreed, no backing out. We’re signing up for the White Horse Cup, and you have to join me no matter how busy you are."

"Alright, alright, not a problem."

"Then, shall we clink our cups?"

"Let’s do it!"

They poured the wine into their cups and drank it down.

Fine wine, a hot spring, a variety show, and the surrounding air were filled with the mist of the steam.

Zhong Ruixi gazed fixedly at the man, her eyes sparkling.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as the sound of the spring, the voices of the variety show guests, and their conversation faded away.

The atmosphere between them was as if filled with pink bubbles, utterly enchanting.