After hanging up the phone, I sent a friend request to the other person. The verification message read, "Hello, I'm Zhou Wubo's younger sister."
It was just a little past eight, not too late. The person quickly approved my request.
Cheng sent a message: "The Xiaobo who does blind massage?"
Me: "Yes."
Cheng: "Can you come out now?"
Me: "Sure!"
The scumbag sent me a location. It was actually the most expensive hotel in the city center. The message said, "Go to the front desk and say you're looking for Mr. Cheng. Someone will take you up."
Me: "Okay, okay."
Huh? This guy seemed quite imposing. He didn't seem effeminate at all.
After I arrived at the hotel, I went straight to the front desk. "Excuse me, which room is Mr. Cheng in?"
The pretty receptionist immediately greeted me with a big smile upon hearing those words. "Miss, this way please. I'll take you to see Mr. Cheng."
Wow. So polite!
As the beauty led me to the elevator and through the hotel corridor, she kept turning back to guide me. "Miss, this way please."
The service was so enthusiastic that I felt like I was a visually impaired person. Maybe this was the top - notch service of a high - end hotel?
Finally, we reached the door of Room 8888. After the beauty rang the doorbell, she said goodbye and left.
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A short while later, the door opened. A tall and straight figure appeared in front of me. My line of sight first landed on the man's chest. Judging from the texture and lines of his shirt and suit, his outfit was very expensive. Looking up further, I saw a young and handsome face.
It was completely different from what I had imagined. He wasn't the kind of effeminate bottom I pitied at first sight, but a real macho top. He was very tall, with deep - set eyes and a high nose bridge. His facial features had a sharp and impactful look. The noble and cold aura around him had nothing to do with the word "scumbag".
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Sorry. Forgive my lack of knowledge. Could someone like this be the bottom?
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Maybe I had been staring at him for too long. The scumbag frowned. "You're not blind?" His voice was deep and pleasant.
Me: "???" Blind? Just because my brother can't see, does it mean the whole family is blind? What kind of logic is that?
Remembering what Zhou Wubo had said about him being a bit of a "drama queen", I rolled my eyes with my meager acting skills. "I'm a blind person who's good at pretending!"
Scumbag: "..."
After a moment, he turned around and walked into the room, coldly throwing out a sentence. "Come in."
I quickly followed him in. "Okay."
This scumbag was kind of cold.
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I had thought he was the kind of sassy bottom who fluttered his fingers. I had even prepared myself to hug him and cry about my broken heart to quickly get closer to him. But it turned out... I miscalculated.
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Different from the freezing cold outside, the room was large, bright, and warm like spring. It was the first time I had seen a hotel room with a living room. This must be the legendary presidential suite. He was really rich. No wonder he was such an outstanding scumbag.
Just as I was thinking about how to start a conversation, I turned around and saw this guy take off his clothes. He threw his shirt and tie on the sofa, then turned to me with his upper body bare. "Come here."
Me: "!!!" What was he going to do? Was I supposed to take off my top and compare muscles with the ladies? But... this scumbag had an amazing body. It was strong, well - proportioned, with beautiful lines and not a single ounce of extra fat. No wonder he could charm his sugar daddies.
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Just when I was completely confused, the scumbag said, "Press harder."
Me: "???" Was the first lesson going to be this intense?
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Right in front of me, he lay face - down on the bed. His buttocks wrapped in the black suit pants were quite perky. This scene was so familiar. It made me think of my miserable experiences of working in the massage parlor during the winter and summer vacations to earn pocket money.
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So... was the scumbag asking me to give him a massage? Damn it! I came here to study scumbags, not to give massages!
Scumbag: "Can we start?"
Me: "Oh, yes, yes."
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When my slightly cool fingertips touched his warm skin, the man let out a soft grunt. "Your hands are so cold."
Me: "Sorry, it's getting colder today. It's zero degrees outside."
He: "It's okay."
I rubbed my hands to warm them up and then placed them on him again. The muscles in his shoulders and neck were obviously stiff. Maybe he was over - fatigued.
Me: "Um... you're so tense..."
Scumbag: "..." Something seemed off.
I pressed on his shoulders, using both hands on either side of his neck and shoulders, pressing hard. "It's really sore here, isn't it?"
Scumbag: "Yes."
I was quite professional when it came to massage. After all, it was a family - inherited skill taught by my grandfather. All the customers in the store said it was good.
I said modestly, "Is it okay?"
Scumbag: "Yes."
I was used to chatting with customers while giving massages. Otherwise, it would be really tough just working hard in silence. "Do you play games a lot or look down at your phone all the time?" My brother had said this scumbag was unemployed. I really couldn't think of what he did to cause such serious muscle strain.
Scumbag: "No."
Humph. He still wouldn't admit it. Once I started chatting, I couldn't stop. "You're so young, but your muscle strain is so serious. Massage alone can't solve the problem. You must pay attention to changing your bad habits. Don't use a too - high pillow, and don't take a too - hot shower..."
I talked until my mouth was dry, but he ignored me. I got angrier and angrier, so I gave his lower back a deep palm - pressing technique and then an elbow - pressing technique with the most pressure...
The scumbag finally said, "Lighter."
I quickly stopped. "Okay." Fine. No more nonsense. I'll just massage you first.
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After massaging hard for an hour, my hands were a bit sore, and I was lost in thought. I, a young single woman, had checked into a hotel room with a scumbag a week after a breakup and then massaged him for an hour? What a surreal plot. No, no, no. I was biding my time to take down the scumbag!
To show my sincerity, I主动 asked the scumbag, "Do you want to add another hour?"
Scumbag: "No, thanks."
He got up, picked up his shirt from the sofa, and put it on again. Seeing him dress so formally, I couldn't help but be curious. "Do you usually stay in such a high - end hotel..."
The scumbag impatiently interrupted me. "How much?"
Me: "???" What?
Seeing me in a daze, the scumbag picked up his phone, operated it for a while, and then said to me, "I've transferred 10,000 yuan to you."
Me: "Ah?" What was going on? Why was he sending me a red envelope out of the blue?
Scumbag: "The fee for the in - home massage."
I quickly waved my hands. "No, no!"
Scumbag said coldly, "Why?"
Me: "You're an acquaintance. It's just a small thing. Why would I take your money?"
The scumbag actually had quite a lot of principles. "Just because we're acquaintances, I don't need to pay?"
Fine. I scratched my head embarrassedly. "In - home service isn't that expensive. You've given too much. I can't take it..."
Scumbag: "The extra is for the next time."
Me: "!!!" There would be a next time? So, did this mean I had successfully infiltrated?
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Just like that, I went home in a daze. Lying in bed, I turned on my phone. I clicked to confirm receiving the money. Ding! 10,000 yuan was in my account.
I felt a complex mix of emotions and sent a text message to the scumbag. "Nice to meet you! I just broke up with my playboy boyfriend recently and thought I was so unlucky. But today I earned so much money. I feel like my luck is turning around, and I'm finally a bit happier."
I thought the scumbag would be disgusted and ignore me. But he replied, "If you're happy, earn more."
Me: "!!!" No wonder he was such a high - level scumbag. Even a simple sentence was so philosophical! Men were ultimately unreliable. What a woman could really rely on was money.
Well. Starting tomorrow, I had to work hard to make money!