"What did Meng Wantang say to you?"
Qin Chuan got straight to the point.
"Come over here first and give my feet a massage." Shi Qing said nonchalantly.
"You!"
Qin Chuan was a bit impatient.
But in the end, he walked over and grabbed Shi Qing's fair and delicate ankle.
"Hiss!"
Shi Qing frowned, lightly stepping on Qin Chuan's crotch: "Gently, it hurts."
"It won't be effective if it doesn't hurt."
Qin Chuan replied grumpily and lessened the pressure slightly.
Shi Qing held up her wine glass, cheeks flushed, unsure if it was because of Qin Chuan playing with her jade-like feet or the effect of the alcohol.
"Last time you mentioned, do I really have a risk of breast cancer?" Shi Qing suddenly asked.
"Believe it or not."
Qin Chuan said expressionlessly, "Foot reflexology can alleviate your symptoms, but it only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. At most, it can buy you another year or so."
"Oh?"
Shi Qing showed a hint of curiosity: "Then, if I want a thorough cure, what kind of treatment is needed?"
"It requires..."
Qin Chuan's tone suddenly paused, as if he was about to say something difficult to express.
Shi Qing's condition was caused by an imbalance of Yin and Yang.
The most effective method was Dual Cultivation.
The Primordial Yang Power in his body could help Shi Qing address her Yin-Yang imbalance very well.
Additionally, the Primordial Yin Power in Shi Qing's body could also help improve his cultivation.
However, if he were to say this, Shi Qing would never believe him. She might even think he's trying to take advantage of her.
As a result, he could only opt for a more conservative treatment method: massage combined with acupuncture.
But, another problem arose.
Both massage and acupuncture required Shi Qing's cooperation.
Especially during massage, she would need to undress and have her soft breasts pressed.
In such a situation, Shi Qing would probably see him as some kind of pervert trying to take advantage.
So, Qin Chuan was momentarily unsure how to bring it up.
"Anyway, you don't believe me. It's pointless to ask, so I'm too lazy to explain." Qin Chuan found an excuse to dismiss her question.
"I do believe, I believe now." Shi Qing unexpectedly said.
Qin Chuan frowned slightly upon hearing this.
"You could tell with just a glance that Meng Wantang's daughter was drugged, which proves you do have some skills. Why wouldn't I believe you?"
Shi Qing said with a smile.
"What exactly did she say to you?" Qin Chuan's expression turned serious.
"Don't worry, it's nothing major. She's already investigated, and it wasn't you who drugged her."
Shi Qing said casually: "She also asked me to apologize to you."
Saying this, she pointed with her chin to a bank card on the table.
"There's half a million in the card. It's her way of thanking you and compensating you."
Shi Qing continued: "Also, she wants to treat you to a meal."
"Crazy!"
Qin Chuan muttered speechlessly, then pocketed the card.
"Hehe..."
Shi Qing was amused, holding her stomach in laughter: "I thought you wouldn't take the money."
"Who would reject money?"
Qin Chuan rolled his eyes at her: "Whether it's diagnosis fees or an apology, I take this money without any qualms. But for a Tiger Hall Master to be so stingy, just fifty thousand, I kind of look down on her."
"Haha... You're really amusing, you're too amusing..."
Shi Qing's face blossomed with delightful smiles, her eyes curving like crescent moons, showing a set of gleaming white teeth, so bright and attractive.
As she giggled, her breasts shook slightly, as if something was about to jump out.
"Forget about the meal, I don't want to dine with someone who repays kindness with enmity." Qin Chuan retracted his gaze, waving his hand to reject outright.
He had no fondness for the people of the Red Dragon Association.
Both the Dog Hall and the Tiger Hall were like that.
All of them were high and mighty, arrogant individuals.
Dinner?
Forget it.
"Oh? Is that so?"
Shi Qing suddenly stopped smiling, her expression becoming profound: "Meng Wantang is a widow, you know, she's good-looking and has a great figure. Not considering a little development?"
"Get lost..."
Qin Chuan said impatiently, having no interest in Meng Wantang.
"Then..."
Shi Qing suddenly swept her brown short hair over her forehead: "What about me? Wouldn't you consider developing something with me? Like a steady partner?"
"I have no interest in a dead fish."
"Huh???"
Shi Qing widened her eyes: "Did you just call me a dead fish?"
"You don't like men, so if we got in bed, what else could you be but a dead fish?" Qin Chuan retorted mercilessly.
This retort made Shi Qing so angry she nearly ground her teeth to bits, wishing she could pin Qin Chuan to the bed and thoroughly trample him, so he'd learn who was the dead fish and who was the initiator.
Huff!
Shi Qing's chest heaved with anger, feeling a renewed drive to conquer the man in front of her completely.
Alas, even with nothing underneath her nightgown, Qin Chuan didn't spare a glance.
"Am I really that unattractive to you?"
Shi Qing gently hooked her exquisite foot under Qin Chuan's chin, enticing him: "You haven't tried, so how would you know I can't satisfy you?"
At this moment, Shi Qing supported herself with her hands behind her, half-lying on the sofa, a slender leg stretched out in front of Qin Chuan.
As she extended her leg, the hem of her nightdress naturally slid down to her thigh, piling up.
Her lace panties were faintly visible.
The elegant and cool purple added a touch of mystery.
As if beckoning to Qin Chuan to explore.
Qin Chuan kept a straight face and firmly grabbed Shi Qing's ankle.
Her toes were slender, a soft pink.
Along with the tight and delicate skin and shapely thighs.
If only she were wearing black stockings, it would be perfect.
In Qin Chuan's impression, only Wen Yaxin's legs could compare to hers.
However, Qin Chuan had no distracting thoughts, quietly moving her leg away from his chin.
"There really is a cat that doesn't sneak around?"
Shi Qing was slightly stunned, her clear eyes twinkling under her curling lashes, studying Qin Chuan with keen interest: "Are you playing hard to get with me?"
"Crazy!"
Qin Chuan said impatiently: "With your status, finding a male model shouldn't be an issue, why come to tease me?"
"Tease? You think I'm teasing you?"
Shi Qing lightly laughed, suddenly realizing: "So you always thought I was teasing you, huh? Have you never considered that I might just want to become a real woman?"
Qin Chuan cast her a disdainful glance, too lazy to explain further.
But just as he was about to leave, Shi Qing spoke again: "Sit down."
"You're being annoying..."
Qin Chuan was about to speak when Shi Qing suddenly pushed him down onto the sofa.
Immediately, Shi Qing straddled his legs, with her arms around his neck, passionately and dominantly kissing him: "Good puppy, be obedient..."