With Wang Lang's wholehearted cooperation, Zhan Bei Jue won the game beautifully.
The match concluded, and Wang Lang arranged rooms, allowing Zhan Bei Jue to choose the dishes, and everyone proceeded to a private room for dinner.
Jiang Nan Fang had never expected to encounter such a ludicrous situation after her divorce.
She felt like a complete novice entering the workplace, casually assigned by a leader eager to please to a client, merely to obtain a pittance of patronizing resources.
"President Zhan, please sit here. Assistant Zhou, sit here. Xiao Jiang, come, you sit between President Zhan and Supervisor Li."
"You are responsible for taking care of our two leaders tonight. Please be attentive."
Supervisor Li had witnessed the interaction between Jiang Nan Fang and Zhan Bei Jue that afternoon and was completely convinced of his assumptions.
He would never dare let the boss's wife serve him.
Jiang Nan Fang stood up to pour tea for him, but he quickly took the teapot.
"I'll do it myself."
"My wife is very strict. At home, I serve her, so I'm not accustomed to ladies taking care of me. Xiao Jiang, you just need to take care of President Zhan. Otherwise, I'll feel uncomfortable."
Jiang Nan Fang surmised that he must also believe Zhan Bei Jue was interested in her, hence his deliberate attempt to maintain distance.
Since he was being so considerate, she couldn't force the issue and could only praise him.
"A man who cherishes his wife is the most respectable. Supervisor Li, you truly earn my admiration."
In truth, half of these words were meant for Zhan Bei Jue, a subtle jab at him.
How could Zhan Bei Jue not understand the underlying meaning in her words?
However, having already shamelessly seated himself here, his intention was to interact with Jiang Nan Fang. He simply played along as if he hadn't understood.
Tonight, he would serve her, and she would surely serve him.
"President Zhan, your tea."
Jiang Nan Fang poured him a cup and carefully placed it before him.
Zhan Bei Jue nodded with the air of a magnate.
His insomnia had returned recently; he slept poorly every night and worked intensely during the day, causing him constant headaches.
Zhan Bei Jue had a premonition that he was about to fall ill. He took a sip of tea, listening to Wang Lang's effusive chatter, and felt a growing annoyance.
He leaned back against the chair, idly pinching his brow.
What was a small gesture was fully observed by Wang Lang.
"Is President Zhan tired or feeling unwell? I learned some massage techniques from my family. It's very comforting when one is under a lot of mental pressure or has a headache to get a massage.
"Since the food hasn't arrived yet, would you like me to try it on you?"
Zhan Bei Jue, a rigid and straightforward man, couldn't bear the thought of another man massaging him.
He opened his mouth to refuse.
But then he reconsidered, "What's the point of a man giving massages?"
The implication in these words was far too obvious.
Wang Lang smiled knowingly and looked at Jiang Nan Fang.
"You're right. Men can be too heavy-handed, which is indeed not ideal. Coincidentally, I had a headache the other day and asked Xiao Jiang to help massage it for me. She's quite knowledgeable about this, why not let her try on you?"
Jiang Nan Fang also had this hobby? Massaging other men?
Zhan Bei Jue snorted inwardly but did not deny it outwardly, effectively consenting.
Wang Lang quickly instructed Jiang Nan Fang.
"Xiao Jiang, give President Zhan a massage."
Jiang Nan Fang felt like pouring the tea in front of her over his head.
How could he be so spineless?
If I had known the studio was built on your toadying and flattery, no matter how good the results, I wouldn't deign to join.
If you want resources, then fine, accompany them for meals, drinks, and smiles, but resorting to giving massages?
With such a lack of principles, if this is how you handle business discussions in the future, where will this lead?
"I'm afraid it might not be suitable. I only casually pressed down a few days ago, and you, with your tough skin, didn't mind. But what if President Zhan feels uncomfortable..."
Zhan Bei Jue shamelessly opened his eyes and gave her a lingering glance.
"Do I look like someone who is easily pampered?"
With no other option, Jiang Nan Fang reluctantly stood up and moved behind him.
She placed her hands into his hair and gave it a perfunctory rub.
"Is this okay, President Zhan?"
She disliked getting manicures and never grew her nails long for work convenience.
Even when applying force, she used the pads of her fingers.
The warmth of her fingers on his scalp was, to be honest, quite relieving.
Zhan Bei Jue closed his eyes and leaned his head back slightly, his occiput resting against her chest.
"It's fine. You can apply a bit more pressure."
If you apply any more pressure, I'll crush your head!
Jiang Nan Fang gritted her teeth inwardly, applying more force to his head.
Zhan Bei Jue stiffened his neck, resisting her force to keep his head from shaking.
As she continued massaging, Jiang Nan Fang's strength waned, her fingers growing sore, and her movements became less rough towards him.
Her hands weaved through his hair intermittently, and suddenly, the atmosphere shifted.
It felt as though she were deliberately teasing him, flirting, an intimate sensation spreading through every nerve ending of Zhan Bei Jue's scalp.
He missed her terribly.
In the past, when they shared a bed every night, he could sleep soundly.
Recently, without her, it felt as if half his heart had been stolen.
Now, that sense of security had returned, and he felt so comfortable that he wanted to sleep immediately.
Jiang Nan Fang's hands were almost numb from exhaustion, yet he made no move to stop her.
The other three leisurely sipped their tea and chatted, while she, like a maid, massaged his head. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.
She thought, "Let's see how heartless this scoundrel is, and how long he expects me to persist! If he expects me to stand here without even letting me eat, Zhan Bei Jue, you'll regret it tomorrow!"
Through the pressure of her hands, Zhan Bei Jue could tell she was tired.
However, if she didn't want to continue, a person as intelligent as her would surely find a way to say so.
Since she remained silent, he felt a bit of playful defiance towards her.
Let's see how long you can last.
They engaged in a silent contest until the waiter entered to serve the dishes.
With all dishes served, Wang Lang finally broke the silence.
"Xiao Jiang, please take a short break. After dinner, you can continue massaging President Zhan. Let President Zhan eat properly first."
After all, it wasn't Zhan Bei Jue who called for a stop, and Jiang Nan Fang was furious.
She removed her hands from his head, deciding she would no longer serve Wang Lang, her spineless boss.
Shaking her hands with evident disdain, she said,
"You all eat. My hands are dirty; I'm going to wash them."
In essence, "You all eat, I'm done, deal with your own mess, Wang Lang!"
Massaging Zhan Bei Jue's head?
Such a sacred head, a glorious task that countless people yearned for, and she was going to wash her hands?
Wang Lang, fearing Zhan Bei Jue might be displeased, tried to stop her with his eyes.
However, her temper had flared, and she bolted.
This woman possessed considerable talent, not only in her beauty but also in her demeanor, which was highly sought after by men.
With her presence, there would be no worries about not being able to get close to Zhan Bei Jue in the future. Seeing her seem so out of sorts and still holding onto that pointless stubbornness, Wang Lang offered Zhan Bei Jue an apologetic smile and quickly followed her out.
He needed to go teach her some manners.
Upon looking out, he was drenched in a cold sweat.
Fortunately, he had followed her. This woman, truly angered, was about to leave.
She had said she was going to the restroom, but she was heading towards the elevator.
Wang Lang rushed after her, "Engineer Jiang."