Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 128 Special Mental Connection

Chapter 128: Chapter 128 Special Mental Connection

A few minutes later, Miao Qingqing stood behind Song Xiaodong, her hands pressing on his shoulders, kneading up and down, yet her face was full of indignant expression.

"You big jerk, it’s just massaging shoulders, why did you have to act like a lecherous wolf? Do you have some kind of problem?"

Song Xiaodong swung his legs leisurely and said, "For a ’white-rich-and-beautiful’ like you, giving me a massage is quite impressive. If I tell others that Miao Qingqing would massage my shoulders, imagine how much face that would give me."

"Don’t you dare tell anyone. You might be enjoying this, but where would that leave my face?" Miao Qingqing pinched him hard in irritation.

"Hey, hey, I don’t like what you’re implying. How have I made you lose face? Right now, you’re begging me to continue pretending to be your boyfriend. What’s so shameful about a girlfriend massaging her boyfriend’s shoulders? Even a full-body massage, or a chest push, for that matter, would be perfectly normal."

"You... I feel like calling you shameless is a compliment at this point," Miao Qingqing gritted her teeth.

"Thanks for the compliment."

"You... I really don’t know what to say about you."

More than ten minutes later, Miao Qingqing let go of her hands and said, "That’s enough, right? My hands are sore."

Song Xiaodong shook his shoulders and said in a shaking head, "Your technique isn’t good. You’ll need to practice a lot more."

"You still expect me to massage you in the future?" Miao Qingqing gave Song Xiaodong a disdainful look.

Song Xiaodong chuckled and said, "You never know, you might even beg me to let you massage me."

Miao Qingqing gave a contemptuous snort and said, "Dream on."

After a brief verbal sparring, Miao Qingqing said, "We made a deal, right? Tomorrow you have to come with me to give President Cui a health check-up."

"Not going!" Song Xiaodong was as decisive in his response.

Angered, Miao Qingqing said, "Hey, didn’t you just say that if I massaged your shoulders, you would help President Cui with a check-up? Don’t you have any integrity at all?"

"Of course, I do. I’m the most reliable person ever."

"And this is you being reliable?" Miao Qingqing’s face darkened instantly.

"Isn’t it just giving that guy a health check? Actually, I had a look at him yesterday. Other than a bit of a heart issue, he’s just a bit weak in the kidneys. Just tell him to exercise more, drink less alcohol, and cut down on women, and he should be fine."

"Is it that simple?" Miao Qingqing looked at Song Xiaodong with suspicion.

"What else should I tell him? That this and that are bad, and he’ll be in the crematorium tomorrow?"

Miao Qingqing’s mouth twitched slightly, saying, "So, do you think he might feel like you’re brushing him off?"

"That’s not my problem anymore, whether he believes it or not. I don’t feel like checking him again. If it were a beautiful woman, I wouldn’t mind taking a few more looks, but there’s no reason for me to keep checking up on a big man like him."

"You..." Miao Qingqing’s face darkened again, saying, "Can’t you be a little less despicable?"

"Am I very despicable? Well then, let’s..."

"Stop right there, you’re a good person!" Miao Qingqing immediately put her hand up and shouted, then kicked Song Xiaodong’s foot.

"Hey hey, you’re not being very nice here. A gentleman should argue with his words, not his feet. How can you just kick someone because you disagree with something they said? That’s not very ladylike."

"I just love kicking you, you scoundrel. After the checkup was all done, you still tricked me into giving you a shoulder massage. I’m letting you off easy with that kick." Saying that, she gave Song Xiaodong another hit.

"Hmph, I can’t be bothered with you. I’m leaving, and don’t forget the room fee." Miao Qingqing said, turning around to leave.

"Hey, aren’t you being a bit too much? I didn’t even touch your hand, and you’re charging me for the room? Where’s the justice in that?" Song Xiaodong called out as he followed her.

Miao Qingqing raised her chin proudly and said, "Don’t you know that women are irrational?" That little gesture was exactly like Miao Xuanxuan’s.

Song Xiaodong touched his chin and said, "What you’re saying does make sense."

"Huh? You’re actually not arguing back?" Miao Qingqing was somewhat surprised.

"Why would I argue back? Tell me, do you act unreasonably with just anyone?"

"Of course not."

"Do you act unreasonably with people you’re not close with?"

"That, neither... Hey, don’t flatter yourself. Our relationship isn’t that good. It’s just that you saved my life, and because of that, I consider you a somewhat good friend. But in my heart, I really dislike your character and despise your shamelessness even more."

Song Xiaodong chuckled softly, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "Alright then."

Seeing Song Xiaodong’s self-satisfied look, Miao Qingqing felt angry again and couldn’t help but kick him one more time. But she was also a bit depressed herself. Why was she acting so casually with this guy? She never acted so petulant with other men.

"It’s all Miao Xuanxuan’s fault, that jerk. She must have done something messy with this guy, which is why I’m in this situation. Hmph, I’ll have to warn her later and tell her not to mess around."

Because the two shared a kind of psychic bond, Miao Qingqing and Miao Xuanxuan had made an agreement a long time ago.

If either of them made a friend on their own, there was no need to inform the other or get their consent, no matter whether the friend was good or bad. But if they both encountered the same person, they would decide together, otherwise, if one had a good impression of someone while the other despised that person, it would create an awkward conflict in their hearts.

As they exited the elevator and reached the lobby, they bumped into several people. Those people saw them too, and Miao Qingqing immediately stepped forward and exclaimed, "Dad, what are you doing here?"

"I’m here for a meeting. Eh? What are you and Little Song doing here?" Miao Qingyuan frowned as he looked at Miao Qingqing, then at Song Xiaodong.

Song Xiaodong grinned and said, "We were just renting a room to talk about some matters."

"Renting a room?" Miao Qingyuan’s brows furrowed even more deeply as he looked at Miao Qingqing.

Miao Qingqing’s face flushed red and she hurriedly said, "Dad, don’t listen to his nonsense, we were just here to talk about things, it’s not what you’re imagining."

Song Xiaodong shrugged his shoulders and said, "I also said we were talking about matters, what do you mean I’m talking nonsense."

Miao Qingyuan nodded and said, "Alright, off you go, I have things to attend to." After that, he went inside with the other people.

Miao Qingqing could tell from her father’s expression what he was thinking. It wasn’t surprising; after all, a man and a woman had rented a hotel room together, and now they were leaving at this hour—it clearly looked like something had been concluded.

"You’re still laughing! This is all your fault!" Miao Qingqing, driven by her anger, kicked Song Xiaodong once more, feeling incredibly frustrated inside. She was at a loss whether this matter could even be explained clearly.