The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!
Chapter 1009: 1000: Mother and Daughter (6)

Chapter 1009: Chapter 1000: Mother and Daughter (6)

Actually, this room is quite secure, spacious, and bright. The decor is mostly Thai-style architecture, combined with Japanese elements, making it fresh and clean. The room is on the first floor, while the second floor has an infinity pool with water cascading down, forming a natural barrier. The room has floor-to-ceiling windows, with glass specially treated so you can see outside from the inside, but those outside can’t see in.

The furnishings in the room are minimal. In such a five-star luxury resort hotel, with daily rates over 3000 yuan, it’s unlikely they would ruin their reputation by installing anything like cameras.

The staff greeting her were also very professional and wouldn’t try to upsell essential oils or packages unnecessarily.

But she still felt like something was a little off.

Soon enough, the staff came back and asked her what treatment she’d like. Xia Siyu wore a mask to cover her face. Even though she was here for a massage, she was cautious not to pick any treatments like essential oil therapy that would require her to remove her clothes. After some consideration, she chose shoulder, neck, back, waist, and leg meridian relaxation and specifically requested a foreign female therapist.

It wasn’t that she worshipped foreign things, but rather, if someone from her own country recognized her, it might cause unnecessary trouble. Choosing a foreign therapist reduced the risk of being recognized, and she felt safer.

Soon the therapist arrived and first brought her a basin of water to soak her feet. The therapist was Thai, someone who likely had been in this line of work for years; their hands were rough from long-term labor. After washing and massaging her feet, the therapist, speaking broken Chinese, mentioned needing to step out to fetch a heated volcanic stone back cushion and told her to lie down and relax while they would massage her head.

Xia Siyu nodded and lay down on the tatami mat.

The environment here was very quiet. Before long, the therapist returned. Unlike earlier, this time, perhaps noticing that she was resting with her eyes closed, they didn’t bother greeting her.

The therapist’s footsteps were light, and they gently placed their hands on her temples, softly swirling in a circular motion.

Although it was a convincing imitation, Xia Siyu immediately sensed something was off and snapped her eyes open.

The moment she opened her eyes, she instantly realized that the man in front of her was Bo Yan!

Bo Yan hadn’t expected her to notice the difference so quickly. He had previously asked Song Fengzhi to find a foreign therapist whose hands resembled his, thinking he could deceive his wife for a little longer. But it didn’t take long for him to be caught.

“How did you know it was me?”

“Hmph, of course! Do you really think such cheap tricks can fool me?”

Actually, Xia Siyu had been tricked before—not in a massage parlor but in a luxury boutique buying clothes. The sales clerks in luxury shops offer one-on-one service, and when Xia Siyu went to change outfits, she immediately noticed the difference in the hands of the clerk who handed her another outfit.

No matter how similar a man’s hands are to a woman’s, they’re still inherently different. She wouldn’t say something cheesy like, “I can recognize the shape of your hands,” as she wasn’t a fingerprint scanner. Furthermore, the previous female therapist carried the unique sandalwood scent typical of Thai Buddhists, which Bo Yan lacked.

She might be rash, but she’s not foolish. Without some alertness and capability, she wouldn’t have been able to survive in the entertainment industry for so many years while remaining at the top.

Bo Yan chuckled. She was still lying down, while he was kneeling in front of her. Their positions were mismatched, and they gazed at each other—she looking up at him, he looking down at her.

He added, “Well then, Miss Xia, allow our newly hired employee to serve you.”