Chapter 120: Chapter 19: Learn Some Skills from Yiyi

Although Xiaoyan didn’t know when Zhang Yan would arrive, she frantically threw herself together after hanging up the phone and waited downstairs well in advance.

Zhang Yan observed her from a corner for a while. He noted that despite her anxious waiting and picking up her phone several times, she never sent him a message to rush him. Satisfied, he nodded and drove out from his hiding spot.

"Tired of waiting?"

"Not at all. I came downstairs right after I got your call. It’s nice to catch a breeze and cool off anyway."

Who knew where she learned it, but this time Xiaoyan slid into the passenger seat bottom-first, her hands smoothing over her curves in a textbook seductive maneuver. Her stunning waist-to-hip ratio and the faint panty lines pressing against her clothes made Zhang Yan run hot.

He glanced at the bag she was so happily carrying. It looked somewhat similar to the one he had once bought for Chi Xinyue; it was probably a knockoff.

"Is that your new bag?"

"Yeah! My darling bought it for me. Now I carry it every day, just like you’re always by my side~"

"Heh, then you can use this bag for the rest of your life, just as I’ll accompany you for a lifetime."

Xiaoyan stiffened slightly. "Even the prettiest bag gets boring eventually. When that time comes, my darling will definitely buy me a new one, right?"

"That depends on your performance."

Resting his hand casually on the fair, soft thigh beside the center console, Zhang Yan gave it a few squeezes.

"You’re wearing pantyhose today? The texture isn’t bad."

"Yeah, the sun has been so harsh lately. These are 10-denier ultra-thin UV-protection tights. They work pretty well, so I bought three pairs in one go."

Zhang Yan muttered to himself, "Soon there will only be two pairs left." He subtly tested their tear resistance; it seemed pretty good.

"Did I interrupt your dance practice by suddenly asking you out?" Zhang Yan asked casually.

Xiaoyan was just about to use the opportunity to act coy, but a sudden jolt of realization snapped her to attention.

"Of course not! When my darling is looking for me, I can’t possibly focus on anything else!"

"Good girl."

Xiaoyan mentally praised her own quick wit. "Darling, where are we going?"

"You’ll know when we get there."

"Oh."

At the Five Thousand Years of Chinese Civilization.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang." The receptionist greeted him politely. However, seeing Xiaoyan tucked under Zhang Yan’s arm, she wasn’t sure what the situation was and kept quiet.

"The usual room. Have Yiyi go straight there and wait for me. No rush on picking the outfit today."

The receptionist hesitated, swallowing her words. While plenty of couples came in together for spa treatments, shouldn’t he at least request two masseuses? Two people calling for just one masseuse—and a "special" one at that—walking into the same room... She didn’t even dare imagine how that scenario would play out.

But Zhang Yan was one of the VIP clients their big boss had specifically ordered them to treat well. After hesitating to the very end, she couldn’t bring herself to stop Zhang Yan and point out the inappropriateness. Instead, as soon as he went inside, she hurriedly called the big boss.

Huo Shaoqi raised an eyebrow upon hearing the report. "This kid is playing wild, but my place is at least a legitimate business on the surface. He’d better not cause any trouble... It should be fine, though. That kid knows his limits, and he’s incredibly resourceful anyway."

Having figured out the situation, Huo Shaoqi gave the order to ignore it.

Inside the private room.

Yiyi pushed the door open, cheerfully flitting into the room like a butterfly dancing through flowers. Zhang Yan had last visited on Thursday, and today was only Tuesday. Coming back so soon was a huge change from his previous once-a-week schedule. What did that mean? It meant he was interested in her!

Furthermore, he hadn’t even let her put on her makeup this time. It seemed he was impatient to get right down to business. Remembering the wonderful experience from last time, Yiyi couldn’t help but feel a rush of heat.

Yet the moment she entered the room, she was dumbfounded.

What was going on?

A girl with a scandalously voluptuous figure, an overly ample chest, and a passable face was snuggling intimately against Zhang Yan.

"Darling, what is this place?"

"A place to learn techniques."

Seeing them act as if there was no one else in the room, Yiyi felt a sour pang in her heart. "Mr. Zhang, Yiyi is here. Will it be the usual spa package today?"

Seeing Yiyi enter and thoughtfully cover for him—even though it was unnecessary—Zhang Yan nodded in satisfaction. It seemed the extra time he paid for her wasn’t in vain. He pushed the delicate body in his arms toward Yiyi.

"Go on. She’s your teacher today."

Xiaoyan looked utterly confused. "Teacher? Darling, what could she possibly teach me?"

Truth be told, Xiaoyan looked down on Yiyi for working here. It was just a borderline sketchy business; what was there to learn?

"You study dance, don’t you? So does Yiyi. You two can compare notes.

"Although you’re definitely more professional than her, there’s a lot she can teach you. I’m sure she can take your dancing skills to the next level.

"Yiyi, this is Xiaoyan, my girlfriend. Teach her how to serve a man.

"There’s no rush on time. If we go over, just count it as extending the session. What do you say, can you do me this favor?"

Yiyi thought in awe, "She really is his girlfriend! Is this the world of the rich? He can openly bring his girlfriend to a place like this and blatantly have her learn techniques from me?"

"I will definitely fulfill Mr. Zhang’s request, but I’m just not sure exactly what I should do?"

Zhang Yan went on to explain in detail his expectations regarding Xiaoyan’s learning direction.

"Then... Miss Xiaoyan, please come with me."

Before they left, Zhang Yan deliberately called out to stop Xiaoyan. "During the lesson, treat Yiyi’s words as my own. If you don’t learn anything, don’t even think about buying anything else this month. Understood?"

"Understood."

Naturally, Zhang Yan wasn’t going to just sit around waiting. Taking the opportunity, he found a few proper, highly skilled masseuses for a ninety-minute full-body massage. By the time he returned to the small room, Xiaoyan had already changed into a traditional ancient costume and was waiting for him.

She wore an orange-red embroidered bodice, adorned with exquisite floral patterns. Its vivid colors gave off an elegant and dignified air. Draped softly over her shoulders was a sheer purple chiffon wrap. It fluttered gracefully, allowing the skin beneath to peek through in an alluring, hazy display of beauty. Below, she wore a deep purple skirt embroidered with white flowers and branches arranged in perfectly spaced clusters. The voluminous, layered hem draped around her as she sat, amplifying her graceful and opulent aura.

It was obvious that a lot of effort had gone into her hairstyle as well. Her hair was elaborately pinned up and adorned with delicate hairpieces, instantly radiating a classical, antique charm.

At first glance, Zhang Yan genuinely thought that an ancient emperor’s Consort had time-traveled to the present day and was sitting quietly before him. To have mastered the aura of an ancient beauty to such an extent in so little time, it had to be said that Xiaoyan’s natural talent was quite high.

However, since putting together this outfit had obviously taken a significant amount of time, there was no telling how much of the more crucial techniques she had actually learned.

The day was still young, though. He had plenty of time to put her to the test.

Yiyi whispered a few final instructions into Xiaoyan’s ear. Seeing Zhang Yan enter, she gave a polite bow and stepped aside, leaving the stage to her newly acquired "student."

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