Chapter 157: Wife, Arrange a Pretty Young Girl for Me

It was Xu Feifan!

Meng Qiaofei never expected Xu Feifan to show up at the bathhouse at a time like this.

She immediately turned to Liu Mei, a flicker of worry in her eyes.

After all, Liu Mei and Xu Feifan had a huge fight over some unpleasant business before, and the tension between them had never been resolved. If Xu Feifan ran into Liu Mei here, things would definitely get awkward.

"Your husband’s here. I’m leaving!"

Liu Mei’s expression instantly turned cold, her tone indifferent.

"Okay." Meng Qiaofei nodded. Then, the corners of her lips curved up slightly, a sly glint flashing in her phoenix eyes as she said meaningfully, "We’ll have a good chat next time you come. After all, you’ll be coming here often from now on."

Hearing this, Liu Mei rolled her eyes at Meng Qiaofei, a blush creeping onto her delicate face, but she didn’t deny it.

Indeed, she would be coming here often from now on.

Not for business, however, but for the young man in the white mask.

Then, Liu Mei got up from the massage bed and started to get dressed.

However, just as she bent over to pick up her bra and put it on, she froze.

She glanced down at her chest, her almond-shaped eyes widening in utter disbelief.

’The sagging... it’s actually gotten better!’

While they hadn’t completely returned to how they were in her youth, compared to the dreadful state they were in before—practically touching her stomach—they were now significantly perkier. They had regained at least thirty or forty percent of their elasticity!

’And that was just one massage! How can the results be so dramatic?!’

"Oh my god..."

Liu Mei murmured to herself, her almond-shaped eyes filled with shock and delight.

"Sister Liu, your chest..."

Standing to the side, Meng Qiaofei also noticed the change in Liu Mei’s breasts. Her phoenix eyes widened to their absolute limit, her face a mask of disbelief.

She had always known that Liu Mei’s breasts sagged severely; she had seen for herself how awful they looked when the two of them went to a hot spring together. But now, less than two hours later, Liu Mei’s chest was so much perkier?!

"What... what in the world happened?" Meng Qiaofei hurried over, her eyes glued to Liu Mei’s chest as she asked in shock, "How did your breasts suddenly get so much better?"

Liu Mei put on her bra and adjusted her collar. Her face was full of emotion, and she didn’t hide anything, saying directly:

"Mu Yi gave me a massage. He said he has a family-secret breast enhancement technique that can treat sagging through acupressure. I was skeptical at first, but I never expected the results to be this good!"

"What?!"

Meng Qiaofei looked as if she had been struck by lightning, completely stunned.

’I never imagined that Yang Xun had this kind of skill! Not only is he an excellent doctor, but he can even perform breast enhancements and treat sagging?’

’And with such immediate results?’

For a moment, Meng Qiaofei subconsciously glanced down at her own chest.

Although her situation was much better than Liu Mei’s, she was almost thirty, after all. They weren’t quite as firm as they used to be.

’If Yang Xun really has that kind of ability...’

At this thought, a look of anticipation involuntarily appeared in Meng Qiaofei’s phoenix eyes, and her heart began to beat a little faster.

’If I get the chance, I should have Yang Xun give me a massage too...’

"Honey, honey, are you in there?"

Just then, Xu Feifan’s voice traveled down the hallway to the door of Private Room 3. A moment later, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Xu Feifan poked his head in and saw Meng Qiaofei and Liu Mei standing inside the room.

"Well, well, if it isn’t both of our shareholders!"

A smile immediately appeared on Xu Feifan’s face. With a sleazy grin on his slightly greasy features, he swaggered in. His gaze lingered on Liu Mei for a second before landing on Meng Qiaofei.

The moment Liu Mei saw Xu Feifan, her face turned cold. She snorted, sat on the edge of the massage bed, and looked down to put on her shoes, completely ignoring him.

"Xu Feifan, what are you doing here?"

Meng Qiaofei frowned, her tone tinged with displeasure as she asked.

"What, my wife opens a bathhouse, and I can’t come?"

Xu Feifan said this as if it were a matter of course, his tone full of arrogance.

As he spoke, he deliberately glanced at Liu Mei. Seeing her sitting there putting on her shoes without any reaction, he couldn’t help but let out a soft snort, like a victor.

Then, he turned to Meng Qiaofei and said casually, "Honey, go get me a technician. I’ve been sitting around playing mahjong lately, and my shoulders are a bit sore."

"You’ve been playing mahjong?"

Meng Qiaofei frowned slightly, instantly recalling what Xu Yue had said before: Xu Feifan had recently gotten into gambling and was frequenting casinos.

Even Liu Mei, who was in the middle of putting on her shoes, looked up, her almond-shaped eyes fixed coldly on Xu Feifan.

Being stared at by the two women, Xu Feifan felt a bit guilty. He let out a nervous sound and quickly waved his hands. "Just for small stakes, really small. Only a few hundred yuan an afternoon. It’s mainly for fun, you know, to relax."

"I’m leaving. You two can talk."

Liu Mei had finished putting on her shoes. She picked up her handbag from the side and turned to walk toward the door without looking back, clearly not wanting to spend another second with Xu Feifan.

"Sister Mei, I’ll walk you out!"

Seeing this, Meng Qiaofei immediately stood up and hurried after her to see her out.

"How old is she? You still call her ’Sister Mei’? Call her ’Aunt Mei’!!"

Xu Feifan plopped down on the massage bed, crossed his legs, and smirked, his tone dripping with provocation.

Liu Mei’s steps came to an abrupt halt.

She slowly turned her head, her almond-shaped eyes glaring coldly at Xu Feifan, her face filled with displeasure. Her gaze was like poisoned daggers.

The air instantly froze.

"Xu Feifan, shut your mouth!"

Meng Qiaofei shot Xu Feifan a harsh glare, then grabbed Liu Mei’s arm and pulled her out of the room. As they walked, she said, "Sister Liu, don’t stoop to his level. He just has a big mouth."

Liu Mei took a deep breath to suppress her anger and said coldly, "You’d better control your husband. If I ever hear him talk like that again, I won’t be so polite."

"I know. Don’t worry, Sister Liu." Meng Qiaofei nodded repeatedly.

Back in the room, Xu Feifan lay on the massage bed, watching the two women leave. With a triumphant look, he shouted, "Honey, don’t forget to get me a technician! I want a pretty young thing!"

「...」

After the two had completely left, Xu Feifan was the only one left in the private room.

He lay sprawled on the massage bed with his hands behind his head, looking completely at ease.

However, just as he was about to close his eyes and rest, his nose suddenly twitched.

A strange smell wafted into his nostrils.

Xu Feifan’s brow furrowed instantly. His eyes snapped open, his face full of confusion.

’What is that smell?’

’It’s fishy, musky, and mixed with the strong scent of essential oils. It’s just weird.’

Xu Feifan sat up and began to rummage around on the massage bed. He lifted the pillow, then pulled back a corner of the sheet, revealing many damp spots. Some areas weren’t even dry yet, forming a large, wet patch.

"Damn it! Who was fooling around on this bed? And they didn’t even clean up!"

Xu Feifan cursed with a disgusted look on his face. Then his eyes darted around, and a sleazy smile spread across his lips. He muttered to himself, "It must have been that bitch Liu Mei! She was just in this room, right? Maybe she was getting herself off! Hahaha!"

The more he thought about it, the more it seemed to make sense, and the sleazier his smile became. "She’s been a widow for over two years, she must be unbearably lonely, right? If she’s really that lonely, she should’ve called for me! I’d definitely make that old broad feel so good she’d die!"

After grumbling for a bit, Xu Feifan disgustedly pulled the soiled sheet aside, intending to quickly tidy up the massage bed so he could lie down more comfortably.

However, just as he lifted the sheet, something suddenly slid out from the folds.

"Hm?"

Xu Feifan looked down and saw a solid black card with an extremely high-quality texture lying quietly in the groove of the massage bed. It shimmered with an understated, luxurious luster under the warm yellow light.

He reached out, picked up the card, and examined it over and over for a long time.

The front of the card was printed with a lifelike cyan dragon totem, while the back had a line of small, gold-foil text and a serial number.

After getting a clear look at the pattern and text on the card, Xu Feifan’s expression changed dramatically. His eyes widened to their absolute limit, and he froze on the spot as if his pressure points had been sealed!

"Holy shit!! It’s a black card from the Zhou Family of the Cyan Dragon Gang!!"