Power and Wealth

Chapter 1604

Evening.

Around seven o'clock.

The sky was darkening, and the sun was almost setting.

In the courtyard's northern room, Dong Xuebing was still massaging Zhang Longjuan's body, arms, thighs, and neck, and his movements were becoming increasingly mechanical. At first, Dong Xuebing enjoyed it, having such a seductive beauty lying there for him to massage. He took advantage of it for half a day. But after an hour, three hours, and five hours, Dong Xuebing had already become numb, almost feeling like he was falling asleep. He mechanically continued to knead, unsure where his hands were landing. He was so exhausted.

Exhale.

His hands went limp.

Dong Xuebing didn't pay attention and continued to knead.

After kneading for about a minute, Dong Xuebing finally glanced around with his eyelids drooping. Suddenly, his hands trembled, almost causing him to faint. He realized his hands were actually on Zhang Longjuan's chest. How did they end up there? He felt embarrassed. Occasionally teasing Zhang Longjuan before, at most, he would touch her cleavage while kneading her collarbones or brush against the edge of her flesh buttocks while kneading her waist. But he had never dared to be so direct. Now, he had directly touched her chest. He sucked in a breath and cautiously removed his hands from her bra. He could see a small area on Zhang Longjuan's chest that had turned red from his touch. The bra was also crumpled, with a lace fabric flipped up. Dong Xuebing quickly used his fingernail to smooth out the edge of the lace fabric, meticulously cleaning up the "crime scene."

Alright, no problem.

Dong Xuebing felt like his hands were filled with the fragrant scent of a mature woman.

Zhang Longjuan's expression was still peaceful, and her eyes were closed. She had been like this for three hours, having fallen asleep since the afternoon.

"Sister Zhang, wake up."

"Mmm."

"Zhang Longjuan."

"Uh-huh."

"Wake up, it's almost dark."

Dong Xuebing couldn't continue. He also wanted to sleep for a while. Who could endure massaging for six or seven hours straight? He was exhausted.

Zhang Longjuan was awakened. She yawned, then looked at him lazily. "I slept well. What time is it, handsome guy?"

Dong Xuebing glanced at the clock. "It's past seven."

"It's already this late?" Zhang Longjuan stretched lazily and sat up from the bed. "Ah, sleeping was so comfortable. I feel relaxed all over. Good job."

Dong Xuebing smiled wryly. "You're comfortable, but I've been kneading for six hours. My hands are about to break. Get up quickly; it's time to eat."

"What about the effect?" Zhang Longjuan asked.

"What effect?" Dong Xuebing asked.

"What do you mean, what effect?" Zhang Longjuan squinted.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Dong Xuebing slapped his forehead. "You should check it yourself in the mirror."

Zhang Longjuan tossed her head, feeling a bit cold. She grabbed a purple shirt thrown on the pillow and put it on. Then, she got off the bed wearing high heels but no pants. The hem of the shirt covered a pair of lace panties of the same purple color, leaving her thighs exposed. "Well, I am going to take a look. Huh?" She suddenly reacted and lightly slapped her fair thigh, making a crisp sound. "Why do I feel like my thighs are much softer? Haha, maybe it's the lighting. There's more elasticity, too."

Dong Xuebing chuckled. "You just noticed?"

"Do you think it's the effect of the massage?" Zhang Longjuan asked, unsure.

"What else could it be? Look at your stomach," Dong Xuebing felt that she was too scantily dressed and didn't dare to look directly at her body.

Zhang Longjuan opened her shirt. "Turn the lights up, kid."

Dong Xuebing walked to the door and turned on all the lights in the room. "There."

Zhang Longjuan took a careful look. Even she, who was always cheerful and lively, fell silent momentarily. Not only had the wrinkles and looseness on her belly disappeared, but now her belly was almost flat. The slight excess fat hanging there a few hours ago had flattened out.

"Take another look in the mirror," Dong Xuebing was satisfied with his "medical skills."

Zhang Longjuan remained silent—for the first time, she was so quiet. She immediately walked to the bedroom closet, wearing high heels. The front of the vintage wardrobe was adorned with a large mirror placed on the ground. She stood there, staring at the face reflected in the mirror for about three or four minutes.

The forehead wrinkles were gone.

The crow's feet at the corners of her eyes were reduced by more than half.

The eye bags under her eyes had shrunk significantly.

Even the minor red spots and freckles on her face were gone.

Looking at the skin on her neck, it was much tighter than before.

Seeing her silent, Dong Xuebing didn't urge her. He sat on the nearby armchair, eagerly waiting. He took out a cigarette and lit it. His REVERSE hadn't affected Zhang Longjuan much. In terms of Zhang Longjuan's age, she looked about five or six years younger. This was what Zhang Longjuan had said: she wanted to be five years younger, and Dong Xuebing granted her wish. Of course, using REVERSE had consumed a lot of his remaining time, but recently he had accumulated a lot, and there was nothing urgent to use it on. It was worth it. Dong Xuebing also hoped that Zhang Longjuan would always be carefree, cheerful, and beautiful. He didn't want to see her worry about aging.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Three minutes.

Finally, Zhang Longjuan let out a long sigh and then burst into laughter. She immediately turned around and hugged Dong Xuebing, planting a big kiss on his left cheek. "You little rascal, I am starting to adore you. You're amazing! You made me younger!"

Dong Xuebing touched his cheek speechlessly. "Oh, so you didn't believe me all this time?"

Zhang Longjuan said matter-of-factly, "Who would believe it without seeing it with their own eyes? Now I believe you. You're something!"

Dong Xuebing smiled wryly. "As long as you're satisfied, it wasn't in vain for me to work for six or seven hours."

Zhang Longjuan smoothed her long, curly hair. "When I was just starting to succeed at the Feizhou Company, I looked like this. You've made me five or six years younger, kid!" She pointed to her face. "Look here. Haha, no more wrinkles. Your method is more effective than plastic surgery. And look at my neck. People age on their necks. Sometimes, you can't see it on the face, but you can see it on the neck. But now, look at my neck. The skin is tight. If anyone dares to say I'm over forty, I'll beat them."

Hearing her swearing, Dong Xuebing also laughed. He knew Zhang Longjuan was happy, and he was happy for her, too. Zhang Longjuan now looked much better than before. Well, maybe he shouldn't say that. The changes weren't very obvious. In Dong Xuebing's opinion, a woman's beauty is actually in her bones and temperament. He didn't think Zhang Longjuan's difference was significant. It was just some changes in her skin and flesh.

But Zhang Longjuan thought the change was too big. Women were sensitive about their appearance. So she looked at Dong Xuebing, pinched his face, and kissed him on the forehead. "Haha, you're my lucky star. Since I met you, everything has been good."

Dong Xuebing felt a bit embarrassed. "You're the lucky one, not me."

"I adore you. Come on, let me give you another kiss," Zhang Longjuan hugged him tightly, laughing as she kissed his face repeatedly.

Dong Xuebing's eyes and nose were all kissed, and he couldn't withstand Zhang Longjuan's enthusiasm. He coughed, "Sister Zhang, it's time for dinner. Let's eat."

"What's the rush?"

"Um, it's almost eight o'clock."

"Just let me be happy for a bit longer. Oh, let's take a selfie together!" Zhang Longjuan didn't listen to him and forcefully patted his buttocks to make him get up. She then took out her phone from her bag, "This historic moment must be recorded. Come on, let's take a photo together, haha."

Dong Xuebing sweated, "You should put on your pants first."

"Let's just take the upper body. Hurry up." Zhang Longjuan held up her phone.

Dong Xuebing had no choice but to lean over, and with a click, the camera flashed.

Zhang Longjuan looked at the photo. "You don't look good in photos. Haha, but you're still handsome, and look how much younger you made me! So youthful and charming. Now I feel like I can wear a school uniform and go to any school in the capital."

Dong Xuebing laughed at her self-praise. Even if you were five or six years younger, you'd still be a student's parent if you went to a school. But he didn't dare to contradict Zhang Longjuan, so he just went along with her praise, "Yes, yes, most high school students can't compare to your youthfulness."

"Right?"

"Definitely."

"I think so, too."

Dong Xuebing thought, "You're good at climbing up the pole."

Zhang Longjuan took more photos in front of the mirror, striking various poses, extremely narcissistic. Sometimes after taking a photo, she would burst into laughter.

Seeing her ignoring him even after calling her several times, Dong Xuebing had no choice but to go to the kitchen in the south house himself. He opened the refrigerator and looked inside, then started washing and chopping vegetables. Inside were steaks and potatoes because Zhang Longjuan only knew how to cook Western food, and Dong Xuebing didn't care. He stir-fried the sliced steak and made shredded potatoes. Zhang Longjuan wasn't hungry, but Dong Xuebing was starving.

He worked until eight o'clock.

The dishes were almost ready.

Dong Xuebing came out with plates and rice and placed them on the stone table in the courtyard. He called out loudly to the north house, "Sister Zhang, it's time to eat."

There was no response.

Dong Xuebing called out again, "Sister Zhang."

Still no response, just silence.

Dong Xuebing slapped his forehead and decided to check the bedroom. He saw Zhang Longjuan, wearing only a purple shirt, still taking photos. "Hey, it's time to eat. We'll take more photos after eating." He knew Zhang Longjuan was thrilled, but she still needed to eat.

"Haha, coming, coming," Zhang Longjuan finally put down her phone.