226: Lin Wanxing is so ruthless! - 1

Ten minutes later, the door to the VIP Recovery Room was pushed open. Two male Assistant Instructors walked out with complicated expressions, glanced at each other, and both seemed a bit speechless.

"I've seen plenty of people break down..."

One of them rubbed his ear and muttered quietly, "But this Buddy... his muscle condition is pretty good, no adhesions, just a regular strengthening session. Why was he screaming like a pig being slaughtered?"

"Who knows..."

The other shrugged. "Maybe... this tough guy has a bit more sensitive pain receptors?"

The two shook their heads and left, filled with questions.

Inside the recovery room, Lin Wanxing carefully disinfected and put away the used Fascia Knife. Hearing the faint murmurs outside the door, the corner of her mouth couldn't help but curl up again, but she quickly forced it down.

She glanced at Jiang Ye, who was still lying face down on the Massage Bed with his face buried in his arms, occasionally letting out a whimper. She cleared her throat softly:

"Jiang Ye, that's enough. Stop acting. The Fascia Knife is just a bit intense at the beginning. Once you get used to it, it's just a sore, swollen feeling at most. It shouldn't hurt this much."

The figure on the bed didn't move, only whimpering even more pitifully.

Lin Wanxing frowned. The small sense of triumph from her successful revenge was slowly replaced by a hint of uncertainty.

Could it be... that she really didn't control her strength properly just now?

Impossible. She definitely didn't use much force.

"Hey, can you really not get up? I..."

Jiang Ye let out a muffled "hmph," slowly and with great difficulty propping up his upper body with his arms and sitting up.

His movements were sluggish, his brows tightly furrowed, his face etched with the word "pain," as if every movement required tremendous effort.

Just as his feet were about to touch the ground, his body suddenly swayed, as if he were about to topple over.

"Hey!"

Lin Wanxing was startled and instinctively rushed over to support his arm. "Take it slow! It really... can't be that bad, can it? I was the one operating it. I know the strength I used. It should..."

Mid-sentence, she suddenly noticed that Jiang Ye's left arm, which she was supporting, lifted up and directly moved to wrap around her shoulder.

In that split second, Lin Wanxing understood!

This jerk! He really was acting! He just wanted to take advantage of the situation!

The guilt that had just risen in her heart instantly vanished. She took a half-step back, perfectly avoiding that attempted "Groping Hand."

"Oh, is it really that painful? Can't walk on your own?"

Jiang Ye's sneak attack failed, his arm wrapping around empty air, but he stubbornly maintained his "severely injured" persona, expressing his protest with an even more dissatisfied light huff.

"Fine."

Lin Wanxing nodded, turned, walked to the storage cabinet by the wall, and took out... a brand-new pair of Underarm Crutches.

She walked back to Jiang Ye with the crutches and handed them to him. "Here, professional rehabilitation aids, medical-grade. With these, you'll definitely be able to walk."

"..."

Jiang Ye looked at the crutches handed to him, then looked up at Lin Wanxing's face, which was filled with "sincerity" and "professionalism." His forehead instantly broke out in sweat.

This woman... really won't take any soft approach, has to be tough, huh?

"Hmph!"

Jiang Ye huffed heavily again, put on his clothes, grabbed the crutches, tucked them under his arms, and "painfully" shuffled out step by step.

Lin Wanxing followed behind him, watching him hobble and sway step by step toward the door with the crutches. The uncertainty in her heart resurfaced, and she began to doubt if she had misjudged.

After all, the sensation of fascia scraping varies from person to person. What if he really is the type particularly sensitive to pain?

Seeing Jiang Ye stumble again, Lin Wanxing couldn't hold back. She quickened her pace to catch up to him, reached out to lightly support his arm, and her tone softened:

"Take it slow. I'll walk you to the Locker Room."

Jiang Ye paused, glanced at her sideways with a complicated look.

The next second, he quickly handed the right crutch to Lin Wanxing, then stretched out his arm and firmly wrapped it around her shoulder, pressing half his body against her.

"You..."

Lin Wanxing stiffened all over, the familiar masculine scent mixed with sweat hitting her.

She instinctively wanted to push away this guy who was pushing his luck, but her gaze met his tightly furrowed brows and that "disabled" weak expression. Remembering that it might really be her "fault," the resistance that had just risen was suppressed again.

Forget it, just consider it as a coach's humane care for a student... She secretly took a breath, adjusted her posture, allowed Jiang Ye to lean against her, and the two slowly, step by step, moved toward the Men's Locker Room door in an extremely intimate posture.

The distance wasn't long, but Lin Wanxing felt like it took forever.

She could clearly feel the strength from Jiang Ye's arm and the vibration of his chest as he pressed close.

This unprecedented close contact made her cheeks feel a bit warm. She could only try hard to look straight ahead, pretending to be calm.

Finally reaching the Locker Room door, Lin Wanxing sighed in relief and quickly shoved the crutch back into his hand:

"We're here. You go in and change by yourself. Be careful, the floor might be slippery."

"Sigh..."

Jiang Ye gave her a deep look, sighed lightly, and "painfully" shuffled into the Locker Room with the crutches.

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When Jiang Ye finished changing and shuffled out of the Locker Room again, still holding the crutches and looking "half-paralyzed," Lin Wanxing was nowhere to be seen at the door.

He pursed his lips and continued to professionally play the role of the "severely injured," swaying step by step out of the Gym.

Only after getting on the down Escalator to the Parking Lot and confirming there were no familiar eyes around did Jiang Ye move his legs, feeling that inexplicable comfort.

"Tsk, although the process was a bit painful, the effect really isn't bad..."

He casually slung the pair of crutches over his shoulder and walked briskly, strolling toward his zeekr x.

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Jindi Shangfeng 1601.

Ye Cheng was sitting cross-legged on the sofa watching TV when she heard a strange "thump, thump, thump" sound from the door. She instinctively turned to look.

At the sight, she was so shocked she dropped the chips in her hand. "Whoa! Jiang Ye! Did your poisonous vow finally come true? Did you get hit by a truck?"

Jiang Ye, who had deliberately brought the crutches, thinking he could smoothly fall into Ye Cheng's warm embrace for a good cuddle and test if he could pull off some "Autopilot" tonight, immediately darkened at these words.

"..."

He moved to the side of the sofa with displeasure, carefully sat down, then pointed at his legs, his tone filled with indignation and grievance:

"Cheng Cheng! Look! Look at what that ruthless woman Lin Wanxing has done to your good husband! All afternoon! In that little room, she subjected me to inhuman torture!"

Su Ning, hearing the commotion, also peeked out from her room. Seeing Jiang Ye like this, she hurried over and squatted beside him curiously:

"Buddy, what's going on? Sister Wanxing... did she hit you?"

"Hit? It's much worse than hitting!"

Seeing the audience assembled, Jiang Ye immediately began recounting the afternoon's "tragic encounter" with vivid emotion.

He started from how Lin Wanxing "lured" him into that ambiguously atmospheric VIP Recovery Room, emphasizing how she used professional terminology to conceal her "malicious intent."

When he reached the critical point—being pinned down on the Massage Bed by two Burly Men, unable to move—Jiang Ye felt that words alone couldn't fully express the helplessness and humiliation of that moment.

He had to reenact the scene!

His gaze swept around, and he casually pulled one of Su Ning's legs onto his thigh.

"Huh? Buddy, you..."

"Look! Just like this!"

Jiang Ye said while reaching out and directly touching Su Ning's smooth calf, stroking and pressing back and forth, mimicking the Fascia Knife's motion:

"Lin Wanxing took this hard thing and scraped it back and forth... back and forth... ahem, back and forth on my leg! I couldn't even move!"

Su Ning, caught off guard by having her leg grabbed, felt the warmth from Jiang Ye's palm, especially since he was mimicking so "intensely." Her face instantly turned red.