After walking out for more than ten minutes and comparing several massage parlors, Jiang Nanfang finally found one she liked.
The decoration style had a slight Chinese touch, so she stepped inside.
This was Jiang Nanfang's first time in Bali.
She only knew that the massages here were famous both at home and abroad, but she didn't know that many massage parlors on the island were actually owned by Chinese people behind the scenes.
For example, the one she had chosen was to her liking precisely because the owner was also from Nancheng.
Not only from Nancheng, but it was Huo Dongning.
It was indeed true that what you seek can often be found in the most unexpected places.
Seeing her enter his own shop, Huo Dongning quickly took out his phone to call his business partner, his cousin.
His cousin, having spent a long time in Korea, spoke fluent Korean.
Huo Dongning told her, "The person who just went in is that annoying plastic surgery woman I told you about. She's very rich, so double the price tenfold and rip her off."
His cousin accepted the order.
Seeing Jiang Nanfang conversing with the English-speaking receptionist, she quickly walked over with a smile.
After speaking a few sentences in English pretending to be polite, she asked Jiang Nanfang,
"You're Chinese, aren't you? Although you don't have much of an accent, I can still sense a bit of a Chinese accent. I'm Chinese too."
She hadn't expected there to be so many Chinese people here.
Jiang Nanfang smiled.
His cousin also smiled, chatted a bit, asked where she was from, how old she was, how beautiful she was, and started introducing her to their services.
"You don't look very well. Perhaps your body is a bit weak recently? How about I recommend our special traditional Chinese acupoint massage?"
After exaggerating the benefits, making it sound quite beneficial for health, Jiang Nanfang chose it.
"Okay, I'll take this one then."
Normally, a simple massage would cost at most 488 yuan when converted to RMB.
Now she told Jiang Nanfang, "It's a total of 4888 yuan."
Although Jiang Nanfang wasn't short of money, she still felt it was too expensive.
Back in China, 4888 yuan would be enough for a day at a hot spring hotel, with all sorts of food, drinks, and entertainment. How could just a foot massage be so outrageous?
Seeing that she was thrifty and found the price too high, his cousin was afraid she wouldn't stay.
"It's not just a foot massage, we also have head and full-body massages."
"We'll serve tea and pastries during the massage, and since we're so fated, we can even let you experience our sauna for free."
"After all, it's not easy to open a shop in this place, so this is a really great deal."
Seeing her sincere attitude, offering so many extras, and being from Nancheng, Jiang Nanfang agreed, wanting to support her business.
"Alright then."
Watching her go in to get her massage, his cousin hurried out to complain to Huo Dongning.
"What rich person? She still thought over four thousand yuan was expensive and almost left. I think she's just a cheapskate!"
"Indeed cheap, but she's cunning and knows how to act in front of men, how to please them."
"I can't stand people like her. Today, we must teach her a lesson and vent our anger."
"Then, sister, how should we teach her?"
Huo Dongning: "She was so ugly in school. The way she looks now must be due to plastic surgery!"
"Later, when you're massaging her, pretend to slip and rub her face hard, preferably twist her nose and chin, so she can't face anyone!"
"What if her implants get crooked and she demands compensation from us?"
"What evidence does she have to prove it was us? If she demands it, will you just stand there and wait for her?"
"That makes sense."
His cousin gave her a thumbs-up. "Anything else? Are we letting her off just like that?"
"Later, send everyone else out, and when she's in the sauna, lock her in alone and let her stew."
"This damned woman, she embarrassed me so much in front of Zhan Beijue last time. If I don't scare her half to death today, make her beg me to let her out, I won't be able to quell my hatred!"
After discussing it, his cousin returned inside with a smile.
"Sister, how does the massage feel?"
Jiang Nanfang answered truthfully, "It feels average. I don't feel like my meridians have been opened."
"Then come and lie down. I'll give you a full-body relaxation and a head massage. If we work on you from top to bottom, the feeling will surely be different."
His cousin applied a lot of massage oil to her hands and began massaging her all over.
When it came to her face, she deliberately probed with her fingers, trying to see where she had implants or had had fillers.
As a result, she found nothing.
After probing everywhere, her skin felt bouncy and smooth, not stiff at all, with no signs of plastic surgery.
"Sister, your nose is so straight. You're really beautiful. Is it natural, or did a great doctor do it?"
In Korea, plastic surgery is something people don't shy away from discussing.
It's common for people to share their experiences with plastic surgery, so Jiang Nanfang could understand.
However, she had nothing to tell.
After his cousin finished asking, she pushed her own nose bridge with her hand: "It's natural. If you don't believe me, feel it. Doctors can't achieve this texture."
His cousin quickly ran her fingers up and down her nose bridge.
Indeed, it was natural, and there was no way she could have accidentally misplaced her nose bridge.
Then how could her cousin speak so confidently?
With a fake smile, she chatted with Jiang Nanfang and massaged her entire body. After that, the sauna room was ready.
Jiang Nanfang changed into a bathrobe and went in. His cousin sent all the service staff away and locked the sauna room from the outside.
At first, the temperature was comfortable, and Jiang Nanfang lay back on the chair with satisfaction, letting her pores breathe freely.
However, after less than ten minutes, the temperature kept rising, and she became so hot she couldn't bear it. She had to get up to add water to the heated stones.
She looked around but found no bucket of cold water in the room.
The small glass window at the top of the room was tightly shut, and it was already steaming up, obscuring the view outside.
Jiang Nanfang found it strange and prepared to open the door to call a service staff to see what was happening.
However, when she tried to pull the door, it wouldn't open. It seemed to be locked from the outside.
Being sharp-witted, she quickly reviewed everything from the moment she entered the shop. In less than half a minute, she realized that she had likely walked into a trap.
That woman had been suspicious from head to toe, and it seemed her ultimate goal was to lure her into the sauna.
Could it be that she had an enemy?
The room was getting hotter and hotter, and even the floor felt hot under her feet.
Jiang Nanfang looked at the thermometer, and the temperature was rising rapidly, far exceeding what a human body could normally tolerate.
Being locked alone in a room, unable to call for help, with the temperature constantly increasing, what were they trying to do?
Bake her dry? Murder her?
Who hated her so much that they would try to kill her when she traveled all the way to Bali?
However, now was not the time to ponder this. The temperature was too high, and if she didn't find a way out quickly, she would suffocate to death. The most urgent matter was to escape.
It was already four o'clock. Why hadn't Mommy come back yet?
The two children, tired from playing games, dragged Zhan Beijue out.
"Let's go find Mommy, and get some fresh air, Daddy. Playing games all the time is bad for our health."
The three of them, dressed casually, ambled to the lobby.
As they passed the reception, the receptionist called out to Zhan Beijue.
"Excuse me, sir, have you retrieved your phone? A lady came a few hours ago to return it to you."