Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 821: 817: Massage Aunt Rong

Chapter 821: Chapter 817: Massage Aunt Rong

The matters at the police station have been temporarily resolved, and it happens to be the weekend, so Ye Fan drove back to Hua Hai City.

When he returned earlier, he told Old Master Li that he would visit the old man with Li Zhaojun every weekend, not only to prevent the old master from feeling too lonely but also to spend more time with Li Zhaojun and see if there could be any other developments.

When he drove back to Hua Hai City, although night had already fallen, the city was still bustling with traffic and people, its prosperity undeniable.

Staying in the presidential suite of the Dingsheng International Hotel, Ye Fan took a shower, changed his clothes, and called Tantai Wanrong. Since she was rarely free at home, Ye Fan drove to Baiyun community.

Parking the car downstairs of Tantai Wanrong’s building, Ye Fan got out of the car, carrying some seasonal fruits he brought from Mingde County, went upstairs, and knocked on the door. Tantai Wanrong responded, and after a moment, the door was opened.

Tantai Wanrong stood behind the door, smiling as she asked, “Xiao Fan, you’re here. Come in.”

Though she wore a simple, elegant, loose long dress, it couldn’t hide her voluptuous figure. Her dark hair was tied back with a ribbon, and a silk shawl draped over her fragrant shoulders, exuding a dignified elegance.

However, her face was slightly flushed.

Ye Fan changed into slippers, went inside, placed the fruits on the coffee table in the living room, and looked at Tantai Wanrong, “Aunt Rong, are you not feeling well?”

“Yeah, too much air conditioning, caught a bit of a cold.” Tantai Wanrong placed both her hands behind her, smoothened her dress from top to bottom, and sat gracefully on the sofa, causing her luxuriant curves along her thigh’s side to be momentarily captivating due to her posture.

“Would you like some tea?” Tantai Wanrong asked.

Ye Fan quickly said, “Aunt Rong, you’re not feeling well, let me do it.”

Tantai Wanrong just smiled slightly, “It’s nothing serious.” And then she began brewing tea elegantly.

She took the teapot, placed the tea leaves inside, first rinsing them with a small amount of boiling water, waited for the tea leaves to unfurl before pouring out the water, then picked up the newly boiled kettle, tilting it slightly, allowing the hot water to pour into the teapot like a waterfall.

During the waiting time for the tea to brew, Tantai Wanrong picked up the teacups turned upside down, held them with bamboo tongs, rinsed them with hot water, and set them aside to dry. By the time the tea was ready, the cups had dried just right.

She poured the tea into the cups, placed them on a tea tray, and put it in front of Ye Fan’s right hand.

As she performed these actions, Tantai Wanrong’s expression was focused, every movement exuding elegance and noble demeanor, as if possessing a unique charm.

Ye Fan watched in a daze, only coming back to his senses after quite a while, picking up the teacup, he said, “Aunt Rong, your tea art is getting better and better.”

Tantai Wanrong merely smiled slightly.

“Aunt Rong, aren’t you drinking?” Ye Fan asked.

“To savor tea, one must observe its color and form, take the cup to smell the aroma, then sip the soup to appreciate the taste. With my nose all stuffed, I can’t smell the tea aroma, so the pleasure of savoring tea is greatly diminished, better not to drink.” As Tantai Wanrong spoke, her nasal tone was evident.

Ye Fan thought for a moment, put down the teacup, “Aunt Rong, I have a method that might help ease your discomfort.”

Tantai Wanrong was slightly taken aback, sizing up Ye Fan with a bit of surprise, “You can do this too?”

“Learned from an old Chinese medicine practitioner, acupoint massage, quite effective.” Ye Fan said.

“Then give it a try, honestly, this cold isn’t severe but it’s quite bothersome.” Tantai Wanrong said.

Ye Fan moved next to Tantai Wanrong, “For nasal congestion, it’s best to massage the Kongzhui point. Aunt Rong, is it your left or right side congested?”

Tantai Wanrong smiled a bit embarrassedly, “Neither side is clear.”

“Uh, then we’ll do it one side at a time,” Ye Fan said, “Give me your left hand.”

Tantai Wanrong hesitated slightly, but she still extended her hand, with a slight amused smile in her eyes, thinking, “This little guy, trying to take advantage of me? But let’s see what he’s up to.”

Feeling the amused intent in Tantai Wanrong’s eyes, Ye Fan felt a bit uneasy, thinking he had been mistaken for a rogue, yet he still took Tantai Wanrong’s delicate hand, gentle as if boneless, and found the place seven inches above her wrist, gently rubbing and pressing.

Tantai Wanrong let out a light “hmm”.

“Are you feeling a bit sore?” Ye Fan asked.

Tantai Wanrong nodded, a bit of surprise in her eyes, after a moment, she inhaled through her nose, delighted, “It’s actually a bit clearer now!”

Afterwards, he switched to the right hand, and Tantai Wanrong’s face already bore a smile, taking a deep breath through her nose, “Much better, but still a bit blocked.”

“You can also massage the Yingxiang point.” Ye Fan suggested.

“Where is the Yingxiang point?” Tantai Wanrong asked.

Ye Fan pointed to both sides of his own nose wings, Tantai Wanrong thought for a moment, then said in a sweet voice, “You better do it for me, it’s a bit inconvenient, here, let me borrow your leg for a moment.”

With that, she shifted her position, half lying down, resting her head on Ye Fan’s lap. Ye Fan looked down at once, his heart pounded, a surge of restless heat rose up.

Earlier, when brewing tea, Tantai Wanrong had taken off the silk shawl. Now lying with her face up on his lap, the neckline of her dress was pulled down slightly, revealing the fair and voluptuous.

Noticing Ye Fan’s heated gaze, a blush crept across Tantai Wanrong’s stunning face, and she quickly reached out to take the shawl, placing it over her chest, slightly regretting having laid down on Ye Fan’s lap.

Ye Fan regained his composure, moving his gaze away, “Aunt Rong, shall I start?”

Tantai Wanrong lightly hummed a response.

After a moment, Ye Fan, somewhat nervously extended his hands, using his middle fingers to gently rub and press the Yingxiang points on both sides of Tantai Wanrong’s nose.

The two did not speak, the atmosphere grew a bit awkward temporarily.

Ye Fan sought a topic, asking, “Aunt Rong, why haven’t I seen Meng Yao?”

“That girl, after finishing the college entrance exams, went traveling with some classmates, saying she wanted to see all the magnificent landscapes of our motherland this summer vacation. No telling where she’s gone wild.”

With the topic opened, the atmosphere gradually returned to normal, Ye Fan chatted while massaging, Tantai Wanrong also closed her eyes, gradually relaxing.

When leaving, Tantai Wanrong’s complexion had much improved, she escorted Ye Fan to the door, hesitated for a moment, and said, “Xiao Fan, thank you.”

“Aunt Rong, no need to thank me. You rest, I’ll be going now.” Ye Fan turned to leave, gently closing the door.

He went downstairs, drove back to his room at Dingsheng International Hotel, practiced the Rising Dragon Stance for a while, then began practicing Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound, his mind filled with Tantai Wanrong’s voluptuous figure, suddenly feeling a burning sensation in his abdomen. He hurriedly stopped practicing, calming down his almost boiling blood.

“What’s happening to me?” he was pondering when there was a knock on the door. Ye Fan frowned, at a high-end hotel like Dingsheng International, neither the staff nor others would lightly disturb guests. He asked, “Who is it?”

The knocking sounded again, but there was no response.

When Ye Fan opened the door, Zhao Tianya suddenly rushed in, “You heartless one, returning and rushing over to your big sister, but not coming to find me!”