Chapter 56: Lie Down—Let Me Massage You
For a brief moment, Qin Mochen thought he’d misheard.
Was she saying that he was… old?
Twenty-eight years old—right in the prime of his life. How was that old?
Besides, he went to the gym every day. Sure, the intensity wasn’t comparable to when he was younger—when he was in his teens—but it was more than enough to keep his body flexible.
It was only because the little girl had arrived that he’d swapped his evening gym sessions for taking her out on walks. And now she had the nerve to complain that he didn’t exercise enough?
Qin Mochen felt that he must usually be far too gentle and approachable, to the point that the little girl had developed some serious misconceptions about him.
However, just as the man put on a stern expression, Su Keke had already lowered her head again, fully immersed in her studies and unable to extricate herself.
Qin Mochen sighed and reminded her, “If you’re buying a lot of things tomorrow, write them down on a small note.”
Hearing that, Su Keke grinned and flipped out a slip of paper from her notebook. “Look, Uncle, I already wrote it down.”
Su Keke, who firmly believed in the principle ‘a bad pen is better than a good memory,’ of course had everything prepared long ago. She didn’t need Qin Mochen’s reminder at all. The words smartphone were written on the very last line—clearly a recent addition.
Qin Mochen paused, then slowly said, “…Very good.”
Early the next morning, Wu Zongbo drove over to pick them up.
Su Keke asked in confusion, “Uncle, don’t you know how to drive? Why do you have to make Assistant Wu come all this way? Won’t Assistant Wu be very tired?”
Qin Mochen: …
Wu Zongbo shuddered all over.
No, no, little cutie, I’m really not tired at all—really!
Qin Mochen glanced at Wu Zongbo.
Wu Zongbo instantly stiffened, nerves stretched taut.
“When I hired him, I hired an all-purpose assistant. Driving is also within his scope of duties.” As he spoke, Qin Mochen sighed and pressed at his brow. “Kid, sometimes I’m too exhausted. Fatigued driving can easily lead to accidents.”
Wu Zongbo felt anxious inside, but outwardly remained calm and smoothly picked up the conversation. “That’s right, Miss Su. Fourth Master’s daily workload is much heavier than mine, and all of it involves mentally exhausting, major decisions. A small fry like me can’t handle big matters—I can only put in effort on small tasks like driving and errands. Fourth Master is already very considerate of me.”
That last sentence was the key point.
After hearing this, Su Keke looked at Qin Mochen and proactively took his large hand. “Uncle, I didn’t realize your workdays were so tiring. Once we get in the car, I’ll massage your acupoints, okay? Uncle, I’m really good at it. Every time my master has a headache, once I massage him, it goes away.”
Wu Zongbo laughed inwardly: That amazing? Why don’t I believe it? Could it be that your master was just pretending?
After getting into the car, Su Keke really did crawl over toward her uncle. Without a word, she pushed him backward. “Uncle, lie down. I’ll massage you.”
Qin Mochen wasn’t paying attention and actually got pushed back. Just as he was about to sit up, his legs suddenly felt heavy—there was now a little person sitting on them.
A soft, squishy little person.
“…No need. My head doesn’t hurt.”
Qin Mochen sat upright.
“Even if it doesn’t hurt, it’s still fine to massage it. Come on, Uncle, my technique is really good.”
Su Keke’s little paws were already reaching out, kneading and pressing the acupoints on Qin Mochen’s head. She also muttered to herself, “It’s more comfortable lying down, but if Uncle wants to sit, that’s fine too. Actually, this position is pretty comfortable for me as well.”
When she used to massage her master, the old man always lay down. Su Keke would pull over a small stool and sit beside him, bending over to massage. By the time she finished, her waist and arms would be sore.
Wu Zongbo, who had heard every word of their conversation: …
He glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that in the back seat, one person had his eyes closed, enjoying the massage with a hint of helplessness on his face, while the other was earnestly kneading and pressing acupoints, not blinking even once.
Although that posture was a bit…
Alright, he was the only one overthinking it. Those two were perfectly proper.
Veteran drivers really do think too much.
“Does it feel good, Uncle?”
“…Mm.”
“From now on, after Uncle gets off work, I’ll massage you every day.”
“…No need.”
“Uncle, when I massage you, I gather a trace of heaven-and-earth spiritual energy at my fingertips. When I press, that energy flows into Uncle’s extraordinary meridians. The benefits are huge—really, don’t you want it?”
“…”
“Uncle not saying anything means you agree? Hehe—then Uncle, could you add a little extra… money?”
Wu Zongbo: Pfft!
The man, who had been half-closing his eyes, slowly opened them and looked at the magnified little face in front of him. A pair of jet-black, gleaming eyes stared straight at him.
Su Keke explained very seriously, “Uncle, this counts as a service beyond bodyguard duties. Gathering spiritual energy takes a lot of effort. I don’t want cash for this part—how about we deduct it from my food expenses at home?”
Qin Mochen looked at her without speaking.
“I’m telling you, Uncle, in our line of work, when you’re hired as a bodyguard, food and lodging are usually included. It’s just that living at your place is way too comfortable, so I feel a bit embarrassed. Besides, your house even has an acupoint nexus—I benefit from it too. Recently, I’ve been drawing talismans faster and better than before.
“And Aunt Lin’s cooking is especially delicious. If I massage Uncle every day, then I’ll feel at ease living here and can eat without holding back.”
Qin Mochen had been silent for quite a while. After listening to her rambling explanation, he suddenly asked, “So you weren’t eating without restraint before?”
Su Keke said, “Nope. I could still eat another bowl.”
Qin Mochen: …
Wu Zongbo’s hands trembled slightly on the steering wheel.
And yet the little girl cheerfully added, “I’m still growing, so I can eat more.”
Wu Zongbo thought to himself: Eighteen already, little cutie. After eighteen, girls basically don’t grow vertically anymore—only horizontally. Take it easy, or you might accidentally turn into a little meatball.
In the end, with Qin Mochen’s tacit approval, the topic of massages was finally dropped.
Not long after, the car pulled up in front of one of the family’s shopping malls. This “family,” of course, referred to Fourth Master Qin.
Qin Mochen always acted swiftly and decisively, so once inside the mall, he led Su Keke straight to the mobile phone section.
The mall’s luxurious, extravagant décor nearly dazzled Su Keke’s eyes.
“Kid, take a look yourself. Which one do you like?”
Su Keke was already overwhelmed. To her, all the smartphones looked more or less the same, so she casually replied, “I don’t know either. Then… I’ll just get the same one as Uncle’s.”
Wu Zongbo nearly choked on his own saliva.
Little cutie, you really dare to say that. Fourth Master’s phone is a supreme custom-made model designed by the famous Y-country designer Oliver—priced in the tens of millions!
Do you think the 180 tiny diamonds embedded along the edge of Fourth Master’s phone are fake?
No, no—they’re real. Very real!
