7: Chapter 7 "Now, take your clothes off"

Jiangcheng, 7:00 PM.

The "Oli Gei" gym chain, a money pit specifically located under high-end office buildings to harvest elite white-collar workers.

Lin Yuan pushed the door open and entered.

He was still wearing the same casual clothes he had on when he was discharged from the hospital, looking completely out of place among the men and women around him who were dressed in expensive sportswear and reeked of a mixture of protein powder and perfume.

"Hello, sir, is this your first time here? We have trial classes, only 199 per session..."

Two male sales associates wearing tight quick-dry shirts, their chest muscles nearly bursting through the fabric, had their eyes light up and immediately approached him from both sides with professional fake smiles.

Lin Yuan's gaze didn't linger on them at all as he headed straight for the strength training area.

"Sir, you can't just walk in there without a membership card."

Seeing Lin Yuan completely ignore him, the taller, burly sales associate's expression darkened slightly, and he directly stretched out his thick arm to block the middle of the aisle.

Lin Yuan didn't even look at him, just casually brushed his hand aside.

The burly salesman intended to stand his ground, but suddenly felt a brute, bull-like force surge from his arm.

His two-hundred-pound frame actually stumbled, taking three or four steps back before landing squarely on a yoga ball nearby.

The noise of the entire gym was muted at that moment.

Everyone's eyes converged on them.

The burly salesman clutched his arm, his face full of disbelief.

He... had been taken down in one move by this guy who looked somewhat lean?

Lin Yuan frowned slightly.

Still unable to control his strength precisely.

Ignoring the silence filling the room, his gaze cut through the crowd and locked precisely onto the depths of the strength training area.

A woman.

Her eye-catching red short hair was dampened by sweat, clinging to her fair neck.

She was wearing a black tight-fitting sportswear set that perfectly outlined her curves, which were devoid of any excess fat yet full of explosive power.

Sweat trickled down her deep cleavage and disappeared into the line of her perky, peach-like buttocks wrapped in yoga pants.

Qin Yumo was kneeling on one knee, her slender, powerful fingertips pressing on the calf of a plump, wealthy woman, her tone magnetic:

"Sister Zhang, once this set of stretches is done, the definition will show... You'll definitely be the center of attention at that socialite party tonight."

The wealthy woman was flushed red from the massage, staring dazedly at Qin Yumo's heroic face, even wanting to reach out and touch Qin Yumo's sweat-dampened red hair:

"Little Qin, your technique is so much better than those stinky men. How about tonight... you come over to my place?"

A flicker of imperceptible disgust flashed in Qin Yumo's eyes, but she skillfully dodged the hand, her lips curling into a professional, roguish smile.

Lin Yuan strode in, followed by several male security guards who had tried to stop him but were shaken off.

"Who let you in? Get out!"

Qin Yumo stood up abruptly, her phoenix eyes filled with frost.

She hated men intruding on her territory the most.

The wealthy woman also screamed:

"Where did this wild man come from! Security! Is the money I spent here just for show?!"

Lin Yuan didn't even glance at the wealthy woman, just coldly spat out one word: "Get lost."

An aura of murderous intent, as if crawled out from a pile of corpses, instantly enveloped the room. The wealthy woman was so frightened that she went silent on the spot, grabbed her bag, and scrambled away.

"Are you fucking sick?"

Qin Yumo had always had a fiery temper, and besides, this man had affected her "patron."

"For the next three months, I'm booking all your classes."

Lin Yuan's tone was flat, "There is only one requirement: be on call at all times."

Qin Yumo was stunned for a moment, then laughed in extreme anger.

She had seen too many of these rich second-generation heirs who thought they could come to the gym to hunt for women just because they had a little filthy money.

"I don't take male clients, especially not ones like you who want to play at 'special services.' Get lost."

"Qin Yumo, stop acting."

Lin Yuan looked straight at her, "Don't you feel disgusted, playing 'deeply affectionate' scenes with these fat pigs every day just to pay off those usury loans?"

Qin Yumo's face turned pale instantly.

Her most secret shame—the massive debt she had incurred to maintain the exquisite persona of an "independent woman"—had been casually called out by this man.

How could he know?!

What Qin Yumo didn't know was that in her previous life, after she awakened the S-rank Superpower [Wild Resonance], she became very wild, often hugging beauties while recounting her own dark history.

These secrets had all come from her own mouth.

Lin Yuan spoke again:

"I need to see your professional ability."

"I'm hiring a coach, not a decoration."

What Qin Yumo was most proud of, besides this face, was the muscle and strength carved out by countless sweat and blood!

Yet in this man's mouth, the things she was most proud of had become goods that needed to be inspected.

"What do you know, you little weakling? I'm the Oli Gei Top Ten Coach of the Year!"

"The student I trained won third place in the Asian Women's Free Kickboxing Championship last year. Do I need to prove myself to you? Are you worthy?!"

Qin Yumo crossed her arms, her full chest appearing even more breathtaking because of the action.

"And my private coaching classes are five hundred per hour for women, and five thousand for men."

"Want to book me for three months? Sure, bring out five hundred thousand first and let's see."

"Or you can take off your pants and let everyone see that you actually don't have a package."

She wanted to use this method to embarrass this guy who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, to make him pay for his rudeness just now.

The onlookers emitted low snickers.

Five thousand an hour, this was blatant extortion.

Even for an Olympic-level coach, the hourly rate at most would be three thousand.

However, Lin Yuan didn't even twitch an eyebrow.

"Payment QR code."

He didn't even haggle over the price.

The mockery on Qin Yumo's face grew thicker.

She thought Lin Yuan was putting on an act, trying to regain some pathetic face in this way.

Originally with her arms crossed, she now took the opportunity to pull out one hand to retrieve her phone, while her elbow still rested on the back of her other hand.

She held the payment QR code with one hand like this, her fingertips casually scrolling.

The air was permeated with a faint scent of shea butter, the lingering effect of sweat dissolving moisturizer.

Lin Yuan took out his phone, scanned the screen, and his fingers quickly operated on the screen a few times.

The next second.

"Alipay received, one million yuan."

The crisp electronic notification sound seemed exceptionally loud in the quiet strength training area.

The receptionist's hand, which was organizing documents, shook, and the folder fell all over the floor.

Several muscle-bound men watching widened their eyes, their mouths open wide enough to fit an egg.

And Qin Yumo, the mockery, playfulness, and disdain on her face... all expressions froze completely at this instant.

She looked at the eyes of those onlookers who were so jealous they were spitting fire.

The hand that was originally crossed over her chest dropped stiffly, and the phone nearly smashed onto her feet.

One million...

Just like that... it arrived?

The hundreds of thousands in online loans she had incurred on various platforms to squeeze into the so-called upper-class circle, to buy those designer bags and clothes to package herself, had been like a giant mountain pressing down on her, making it hard to breathe.

And now, this man, in a nearly humiliating way, had directly leveled this mountain for her.

In Lin Yuan's mind, the system's notification arrived as expected.

[Ding! Target Qin Yumo (Beauty 85), favorability + 5%! Current favorability: 5%!]

Lin Yuan put away his phone and slid it into his pants pocket.

He stepped forward, and the oppressive feeling brought by his 1.83-meter height made the 1.72-meter Qin Yumo subconsciously retreat half a step.

"Now, do you have any more questions? The extra money should be enough for you to cancel your other classes."

Qin Yumo swallowed.

"What... exactly do you want to do?"

Her voice carried a tremor for the first time.

"Very simple."

Lin Yuan's gaze swept over her biceps that were slightly bulging from exertion, and under that tight-fitting sportswear, every muscle ready to spring into action.

"Now, take off your clothes."