14: Could it be that there's something wrong with my massage technique?

At the entrance of the 4S dealership, only a faint trail of exhaust remained, along with a man and woman whose faces were ashen with rage.

Wu Ruolan was still slumped weakly in Yang Feiyue's arms, her whole body trembling.

Half of it was from fear, and the other half from anger!

She had watched with her own eyes as Lin Chao drove away in his new car, leaving only dust behind. His dashing figure felt like steel needles stabbing ruthlessly into her heart!

How could this be!

How could this penniless loser suddenly pull out over two hundred thousand to buy a car in full!

Why did he get to look at her with eyes that treated her like garbage!

A surging wave of fury and grievance instantly rushed to her head!

"Young Master Yang!"

Wu Ruolan suddenly broke free from his embrace and grabbed his arm, her fingernails nearly sinking into his flesh.

"I don't want this car anymore!"

Her voice was shrill and tearful, filled with resentment.

"I don't want to drive the same car as that loser Lin Chao! What kind of person does he think he is!"

"Buy me something else! Buy me something better!"

Yang Feiyue's face had long since turned so dark it looked like it could drip ink.

He had originally intended to show off his superiority in front of Wu Ruolan's ex-boyfriend and enjoy the woman's admiring gaze.

And the result?

Instead of showing off, he had been slapped in the face by a "penniless massage boy"!

Now, he had a fire burning in his heart with nowhere to vent it.

Wu Ruolan's reckless clamoring just happened to walk right into the line of fire!

He glanced at her, and his eyes no longer held even a hint of the previous tenderness, leaving only undisguised coldness and disgust.

This woman had betrayed Lin Chao for money.

In the future, she would just as easily betray him for even more money without hesitation.

She was nothing more than a plaything.

Buying her a two-hundred-thousand-dollar car was already a favor considering how well she served him in bed.

Now she dared to push her luck?

"Then what car do you want to buy?" Yang Feiyue's voice was icy, devoid of any emotion.

Wu Ruolan failed to hear the danger in his tone and thought he was asking for her opinion.

She immediately wiped away her tears and impatiently named a model she had been eyeing for a long time.

"I want that Lexus ES! The one that's about four hundred thousand after taxes!"

After saying that, she looked at Yang Feiyue with eyes full of expectation, waiting for him to nod in agreement.

Yang Feiyue suddenly laughed.

That laughter was filled with bone-chilling mockery.

He reached out and pinched Wu Ruolan's chin with two fingers, forcing her to look up at him.

"Do you think..."

"...you're worthy?"

Boom!

These words had a greater impact than Lin Chao's "I'm paying in full" just now!

Wu Ruolan's head buzzed, and her mind went blank for a moment!

The color drained completely from her face!

Worthy?

He actually asked if she was worthy?!

"Young Master Yang... you..." Wu Ruolan's voice was trembling.

Yang Feiyue threw her hand away in disgust, as if he had touched something filthy.

"If you don't like the Deluxe Edition of the flying fox," he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and slowly wiped the fingers that had just pinched her chin, "then buy the platinum edition."

"That way it won't be the same as Lin Chao's, right?"

When Wu Ruolan heard this, she almost spat out a mouthful of blood!

The platinum edition?

That was a tier lower than the Deluxe Edition! And it was twenty thousand cheaper!

If Lin Chao found out about this, wouldn't he laugh his head off?!

She wanted to lash out, to scream, to question him.

But when she met Yang Feiyue's cold, heartless eyes, all her words got stuck in her throat.

She knew that if she said one more word, she might not even get this "platinum edition" car.

In the end, all her resentment and humiliation turned into two words.

"...Okay."

Wu Ruolan lowered her head and bit her lip hard, almost drawing blood... The black SUV wove smoothly through the traffic.

The interior was filled with the characteristic leather scent of a new car.

Lin Chao held the steering wheel with one hand, but his mood wasn't as pleasant as he had imagined.

Although he had thoroughly humiliated Wu Ruolan and vented his anger,

Yang Feiyue's arrogant, condescending, and haughty face still left a fire smoldering in his heart.

Just a second-generation brat who relied on his luck in the reincarnation lottery!

What was he so smug about!

Lin Chao's eyes turned cold.

One day, I'll tear that face of yours off with my own hands, throw it on the ground, and stomp on it ruthlessly!

Just then.

"Ring ring ring—"

An incoming call notification popped up on the center console screen.

It was Lan Yanran.

Lin Chao immediately composed himself and answered the Bluetooth call.

"Hello, CEO Lan."

From the other end of the phone came Lan Yanran's slightly weak and pained voice.

"Lin Chao... it's me..."

"I'm... feeling unwell again..."

Lin Chao frowned. "CEO Lan, where are you now?"

"I'm at the Lantu Group headquarters. Can you... come over right away? I'll have my secretary meet you downstairs."

There was an undisguisable urgency in her voice.

"Alright, I'll be there immediately." Lin Chao didn't hesitate for a second and hung up the phone.

At the next intersection, he jerked the steering wheel, and the car carved a smooth arc as it pulled a U-turn!

The tires screeched slightly against the pavement.

The car sped toward the city center.

A hint of doubt, however, appeared on Lin Chao's face.

This shouldn't be happening!

Even if Lan Yanran's menstrual cramps were severe, his "Blood-circulating and Stasis-removing" massage technique, combined with acupoint stimulation, should have lasted at least two days.

How could it fail after only one day?

Could it be... that something else was wrong with her body?

The black flying fox sped through the traffic.

In less than twenty minutes, an aesthetically pleasing skyscraper appeared before Lin Chao's eyes.

Lantu Group Headquarters.

Four gilded characters shone brilliantly in the sunlight, showcasing the company's immense strength.

Lin Chao parked the car steadily at the grand entrance. Just as he got out, a middle-aged woman wearing a gray professional suit and gold-rimmed glasses walked quickly toward him.

Her eyes were sharp and her steps steady; she was clearly a seasoned professional in the corporate world.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Lin Chao?"

Lin Chao nodded. "That's me."

"Hello, I am CEO Lan's secretary, Zhong Xiao," Zhong Xiao said, politely extending her hand. "CEO Lan is waiting for you. Please follow me."

Without any unnecessary chatter, she turned and led Lin Chao toward a private elevator that looked distinct from the others.

The interior of the elevator was polished to a mirror shine.

With a "ding," the elevator began to ascend smoothly.

Looking at the flashing red numbers, Lin Chao couldn't help but ask, "Secretary Zhong, how is... CEO Lan's condition?"

Zhong Xiao pushed up her glasses and replied in a flat tone, "When CEO Lan came to the office today, she was in very good spirits."

Huh?

Lin Chao's brow furrowed.

In good spirits?

That was strange!

He muttered to himself.

If she was in good spirits, why did she call him over in such a frantic hurry?

Could there be a problem with his massage technique?