Chapter 3 Massage Service Specialist

A week later, the large outsourced project of the company was completed. The leader was going to rearrange the team members and asked me about my job preferences.

As a programmer, what preferences could I possibly have?

However, considering what the scumbag had told me, “If you're happy, you can earn more,” I said to the leader, “Just assign me to the project with the highest pay. As long as I can follow you, I don't mind being a beast of burden!”

The leader was quite happy. “Not bad, Xiao Zhou. You've got some ambition. I'm optimistic about you!”

Then he assigned me to a game software company with extremely high labor intensity. I was to work directly in their studio, living and eating there with them.

Me: “…”

Although I said I didn't mind being a beast of burden.

But sir, you really don't treat me like a human being.

-

After work, I went to a bookstore. I asked the bookstore administrator, “Do you have books like *A Handbook to Avoid Scumbags*, *How to Become a Scumbag*, or *The Making of a Scumbag*?”

The administrator pulled down his glasses, took a look at me, and then gave me a copy of *A Must - Read for Flirting with Men*.

Maybe he thought this was the book I needed more.

When I was paying, the cashier guy kept looking at me with an ambiguous look.

Me: “…”

Don't get me wrong.

This book can also be used to study the tactics of how scumbags flirt with girls if we just change the gender.

-

Just as I got home and unpacked the book, Zhou Wubo called. “Did you contact that scumbag I told you to last time?”

Me: “Yes, I did.”

Zhou Wubo: “What's he like?”

Me: “Not bad. He wasn't feeling well, so I gave him a massage, and he gave me 10,000 yuan!”

Zhou Wubo: “Really? He's quite generous. Although I haven't had much contact with him, he's really giving me face.”

Me: “One shouldn't spend money like this. He even rented a presidential suite in this city. Isn't he from here?”

Zhou Wubo: “You're so silly. He must be using it to date his mistress for that kind of thing.”

I suddenly understood. “Oh!”

Zhou Wubo said in a lewd tone, “Otherwise, why would he be so sore in the back and ask you for a massage?”

Me: “Pfft. Did he do it too much?”

The siblings both let out lewd yells in unison.

Zhou Wubo: “It's not that I'm saying this, but it's not good for you to be with a scumbag like him for too long. That's enough. Keep your distance from such people. If it weren't for your matter, I would never have contacted him voluntarily. I don't know why, but I just feel uncomfortable as soon as I hear his voice.”

Me: “You know what? He's really got something. I've completely gotten out of the shadow of my broken - up relationship. I'm so excited now. All I want to do is make money!”

Zhou Wubo: “That's good. Brother will buy him a drink when I see him next time.”

-

After hanging up the phone, I opened *A Must - Read for Flirting with Men*.

Chapter 1: 100 Chatting Tactics That Never Fail.

Tactic 1: Smile beautifully and be sweet - tongued. Don't say “Damn it” as soon as you open your mouth. It's recommended to replace your catchphrase with “What~”

Me: “…”

I feel like vomiting. What should I do?

When I got to the tenth tactic, my phone rang. I couldn't wait to throw the book away. I picked up my phone and saw, damn it!

The scumbag sent a WeChat message!

Scumbag: [Are you free tomorrow night?]

Me: [Yes, I am.]

The scumbag sent me a location, a well - known high - end residential area in the city. [Tell the security guard you're here to see Mr. Cheng.]

Me: [Okay, Mr. Cheng.]

-

The next day, after work, as soon as I walked out of the company gate, someone grabbed me.

I took a look and was startled. It was Li Haiwang.

“Baby, don't break up with me, okay?” Li Haiwang grabbed my hand. “I don't have anything with those girls. They're just ordinary friends. Believe me. I didn't do anything with them!”

I tried to pull my hand out of his grasp, but he held it so tightly that I couldn't break free. I was so angry that I scolded him, “I've already given you enough face by not letting my brother beat you to death. Don't come looking for me again! I'm so unlucky to have met a piece of trash like you!”

Li Haiwang: “I promise I'll never do this again, baby! I won't even look at another girl except you. I won't say a single word to them or send them a single text message. Give me a chance and see if I can do it, okay?”

I said something that would completely kill his hope. “If you keep pestering me, I'll post the evidence of your flirting with girls on your company's forum and let tens of thousands of people see your true face as a playboy!”

Li Haiwang immediately let go of my hand.

-

I took a taxi to Mr. Cheng's apartment.

As soon as the security guard heard it was for Mr. Cheng, he was extremely enthusiastic and showed me the way.

This was a very high - class mansion. The elevator went directly into the house. The scumbag lived on the top floor. It was a high - ceilinged design, looking like a big villa.

The elevator took me directly to his place. I didn't even need to knock to enter.

I cleared my throat. “Mr. Cheng?”

What greeted me was a black unknown object. It snorted and bumped into me. I was so scared that I screamed, “Aaaaaah!!”

“Tangqiu!”

After the scumbag called out, the black shadow calmed down. I then realized it was an Alaskan Malamute.

It had blue eyes, black - and - white fur, and looked majestic, like a wolf.

The scumbag walked over. “Tangqiu is a dog.”

Me:?

I have eyes.

I can see.

Wait.

No way.

Does he really believe I'm blind?

That's why he undressed so boldly that day...

Oh no.

Should I explain?

It was just a joke...

As a result, all I said was, “... Oh.”

The scumbag said, “Come upstairs.”

I looked at the spiral staircase. It was very imposing. How many old men must he have deceived into bankruptcy to afford such a nice house?

Just as I stepped on a stair, the scumbag stopped. “Can you do it?”

I then realized he was concerned that it would be inconvenient for me to go upstairs because I was blind. Just as I was about to clarify that I wasn't blind, he grabbed my wrist. It was a very gentlemanly way, just holding a little bit of my wrist through my clothes.

The scumbag supported me. “Follow me.”

I was touched by his considerate action. “Thank you.”

-

After going upstairs, he took me to his bedroom.

Then he started to undress.

I always felt something was wrong.

A man and a woman always meet alone in such an ambiguous place. As soon as they meet, the man starts to undress.

The scumbag lay on the bed. “Start.”

Me: …

Another massage?

So you added me on WeChat just to ask me for a massage?

No way.

I've got to earn this money and do this job.

I rubbed my hands and started to massage him without saying a word.

Then I started to chat with him!

What kind of hard labor does this man do every day? His neck and back are so tense...

Oh.

I forgot.

He's doing “physical work”.

As I was massaging, I started to make small talk again. While massaging, I mumbled intermittently, “I ran into my playboy ex - boyfriend when I was going out just now. I'm so unlucky... He kept pulling me around and said he wanted to get back together with me... Then I threatened him that I would make public the evidence of his playboy behavior, and he ran away...”

The scumbag ignored me again.

I was sensible enough not to say more and just focused on my work.

When the massage was almost done, the scumbag said, “That's enough.”

“Gurgle gurgle...”

My empty stomach answered him first.

Scumbag: “Haven't had dinner?”

I smiled awkwardly. “I lost my appetite because of that scumbag. I just took a taxi here directly.”

He didn't say anything. He put on a homey beige sweater and then grabbed my wrist and went downstairs with me.

“If you don't mind, stay for dinner,” the scumbag was really a good - looking and versatile man. He stood in the open - style kitchen, looking like a painting. “Seafood pasta. Can you get used to it?”

My mouth was watering. “That's so embarrassing...”

Scumbag: “It's okay. I cooked too much, and the dog can't eat it.”

Me: “…”

You're really good at talking.