73: An unexpected inheritance

"Qinghe, no matter what the project is, just relax and enjoy it." Vu Linh Huong gave Li Qinghe a mysterious smile before leaving.

Li Qinghe, utterly bewildered, followed the person next door.

Upon entering, there was already a short-haired beautician preparing by the beauty bed. Judging by her looks, she didn't seem like an ordinary beautician.

Hoang Dang Minh Thu

"Mr. Li, please take off your top and lie down here."

Seeing Li Qinghe enter, the short-haired beautician seemed a little shy, but gently motioned for him to come and lie on the beauty bed.

It seemed Vu Linh Huong had made arrangements in advance, so the short-haired beautician's face showed only a hint of shyness, but no surprise.

Li Qinghe followed her instructions, took off his top, and lay down on the beauty bed, a snow-white towel covering him up to his collarbone.

"Sir, you are the first male guest our beauty salon has received."

The short-haired beautician chatted with Li Qinghe while stirring the beauty cream.

Li Qinghe suddenly understood. No wonder she seemed a little shy when he first came in; he was the first male guest here.

"Then you must be the most skilled beautician here."

Li Qinghe looked at the beautiful ceiling, casually chatting with the beautician.

"Sister Qiuxiang is the most skilled, but she only serves the boss."

"So Lingxiang is your boss." Li Qinghe hadn't thought about it that way at first, but after the beautician mentioned it, everything clicked.

It turned out this beauty salon was Vu Linh Huong's property, or one of her properties.

Li Qinghe, who usually spent money on women, suddenly had a strange feeling. So this is what it felt like to have someone pay the bill and arrange things for you.

Although he usually preferred to be in control, occasionally letting go seemed pretty good too.

After preparing the beauty cream, the short-haired beautician took out tools and first cleansed Li Qinghe's face. During the cleansing, she exclaimed, "Sir, your skin is so good, firm, smooth, and elastic."

"Your skill is also excellent. What's your name?" Feeling a pair of soft, tender hands gently working on his face, Li Qinghe thought this girl's skill was indeed remarkable.

As expected of a professional beauty salon, her technique was perfectly balanced, giving a very comfortable feeling.

"Sir, my name is Hoang Dang Minh Thu." The short-haired beautician wiped away the excess water from Li Qinghe's face with a clean towel.

Then, a soft small brush, full of beauty cream, was gently applied to Li Qinghe's face.

"Minh Thu, how long have you worked here?" Li Qinghe closed his eyes.

"Over three years. The boss recruited me when she was still in college, and the training alone took a year." Hoang Dang Minh Thu replied verbally, but her hands didn't stop applying beauty cream to Li Qinghe's face.

From Hoang Dang Minh Thu's words, it seemed that the year of training covered a lot of content.

Hoang Dang Minh Thu's single sentence made Li Qinghe deeply feel the disparity in the world. While most college students were still haggling with their families for more food money, Vu Linh Huong already owned her own businesses.

It's just that this 'soft rice' didn't feel too bad to eat.

He just didn't know what exactly was covered in that year of training, and Hoang Dang Minh Thu surely wouldn't say, but it would definitely be used on Li Qinghe.

After applying a thick layer of beauty cream to Li Qinghe's entire face and neck, Hoang Dang Minh Thu moved behind Li Qinghe's head and sat down to give him a massage.

Her technique and gentleness were spot on. Whether it was due to the environment or some other factor, Li Qinghe felt that Hoang Dang Minh Thu's massage was much more comfortable than Lucy's.

After massaging Li Qinghe's head for about 20 minutes, Hoang Dang Minh Thu removed the towel from Li Qinghe's upper body, applied a transparent liquid to her hands, and gently spread it downwards, starting from Li Qinghe's neck.

Li Qinghe only felt a cool sensation slowly spreading from beneath the two small hands.

He didn't know what she was using, but it felt very comfortable.

Two soft small hands gently brushed over Li Qinghe's perfectly sculpted eight-pack abs, stopping at the edge of a certain line.

The small hands hesitated for a moment, then applied the liquid again, and as Li Qinghe expected, went to the places they should go.

"Hiss!" It could be like this! Hoang Dang Minh Thu was so good at this.

Because from Li Qinghe's neck to his navel, Hoang Dang Minh Thu had neatly placed a row of warm pebbles.

The small hands continued, the pleasure endless, a warm sensation constantly swirling around his chest and abdomen.

Hoang Dang Minh Thu's rhythm was relaxed and controlled. From Li Qinghe's personal experience, that year of training was not in vain.

Li Qinghe was very comfortably turned over by Hoang Dang Minh Thu, the beauty cream on his face already washed off.

Hoang Dang Minh Thu poured the transparent liquid onto Li Qinghe's broad back.

The liquid slowly glided down Li Qinghe's spinal groove all the way to his lower back. Hoang Dang Minh Thu lifted her short skirt and straddled Li Qinghe's thighs.

Cool and moist... the touch of her small hands was wonderful. Believe me, they really were small hands.

The back massage was a bit more forceful, but Li Qinghe still felt the massage was very gentle.

If he had to describe it in one word, it would be like a lover's caress, full of tender affection.

The massage reached the other side of the 'earth,' and Li Qinghe only heard a soft, sweet voice by his ear: "The boss told me to hand you over to me. Don't resist."

Then he was turned over again, and a silk ribbon gently covered and tied his eyes.

Li Qinghe felt as if all symbols of civilization had left him.

From the buzzing mechanical sound on the ceiling, it seemed something was descending.

Strange, so strange! What did Vu Linh Huong arrange? Was this the invisible reward for the first man to enter the beauty salon?

Li Qinghe was utterly perplexed.

His whole body felt a little warm, and a surge of passion began to swell.

Poisoned?

He immediately thought of the liquid that had been applied all over his body earlier, but he was immune to all poisons.

This wasn't poison, so was it a tonic?

"Wow, you're so tall!" The soft, sweet voice sounded again.

"You must remember me..."

After a muffled grunt.

Two warm drops of liquid fell on Li Qinghe's chest and abdomen.

It was Hoang Dang Minh Thu's tears... The entire session was completed, and Li Qinghe hadn't moved an inch from beginning to end. It was truly an unprecedented feeling.

The silk scarf over his eyes was removed, revealing a panting, flushed Hoang Dang Minh Thu.

Perhaps she was too engrossed in the session, as sweat had dampened her hair, and a few strands clung to the corners of her mouth, presenting a tired beauty.

Li Qinghe reached out and gently moved the hair from her lips.

Evidently, this tenderness made Hoang Dang Minh Thu feel good. She smiled sweetly and placed her hand on Li Qinghe's chest: "Remember Minh Thu, okay?"

She gently helped Li Qinghe put on his clothes, then left the room with a snow-white bath towel stained with a red mark.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and Vu Linh Huong pushed it open: "Qinghe, how do you feel?"

Li Qinghe's expression was a little complex: "What kind of situation is this?"

"Qinghe, you are Dragon Country People. You should have heard of the tradition where daughters from prominent families send their maids to 'test the room.' I can't be with you right now, so I sent Minh Thu."

Hearing Vu Linh Huong's words, and recalling Hoang Dang Minh Thu saying that Vu Linh Huong personally chose her and specially trained her for a year.

Li Qinghe understood everything. This damned dross of Dragon Country People traditional culture was actually preserved in Vietnam, which was quite unexpected.

It's just that... it somehow felt a little good!