79: massage

Chen Qiu actually had Song Xiangtong drive to a nearby hotel.

With both hands on the steering wheel, Song Xiangtong's heart rate gradually accelerated.

“What exactly does President Chen mean...”

Song Xiangtong felt a bit of regret.

After her divorce and resignation, she had gained a new perspective on many things, and her mindset and personality had changed significantly compared to before.

During this time, working with An Wan had also made her thinking a bit more uninhibited.

Coupled with Chen Qiu's looks and age, his usually easygoing attitude actually gave her the feeling of a younger brother.

So, in a moment of thoughtlessness earlier, she had made that bold statement.

“If President Chen is serious...”

She stole a glance in the rearview mirror; Chen Qiu's expression was perfectly natural.

Under the flowing ambient lights of the mercedes-benz s-class, she could vaguely see Chen Qiu's smooth-lined profile.

Seeing this face, Song Xiangtong felt that her assessment just now was not wrong at all!

Chen Qiu wasn't the 'perfect lover' level of handsome; he was the clean-cut and dashing type, especially with a temperament that blended vitality and casualness!

As a mature woman, Song Xiangtong had no resistance to this type.

It was the kind of situation where if she dreamed of him at night, she'd have to take a shower the next morning.

But, dreams were just dreams.

If it was for real, Song Xiangtong suddenly felt a bit cowardly again.

After all, she and Chen Qiu had known each other for less than ten days.

It was a bit too fast.

After arriving at the hotel, Chen Qiu booked a suite.

Song Xiangtong's heart leaped, and various images immediately flooded her mind.

A suite?

Separate wet and dry areas were already basic features.

There was a living room, a sofa, and probably a bathtub—the battlefield could be changed at will... Hiss, surely they wouldn't be leaving handprints on the large floor-to-ceiling windows?

Song Xiangtong's long legs, wrapped in grey silk stockings, pressed tightly together as the images in her mind began to turn scandalous.

At this moment, she was already thinking about how much strength she should use to resist later.

The elevator reached the 16th floor.

Chen Qiu swiped the card and opened the door. The suite's layout wasn't large—just a bedroom plus a living room, with a small section partitioned off as a study.

Chen Qiu was a bit disappointed, but for over six hundred yuan, he couldn't ask for more.

Although he also thought about grandly booking a presidential suite to experience it.

But unfortunately, in a third-tier city, hotels with presidential suites were few and far between.

“However, there's only one bed...”

Chen Qiu murmured softly. Song Xiangtong's heart stirred, and a thought subconsciously surfaced in her mind.

“One bed really isn't enough; sleeping together would be too humid...”

When she snapped back to her senses, she happened to meet Chen Qiu's gaze.

“Alright, you can go back now.”

“When you go down, tell a masseuse to come up.”

“...Huh?”

The mature woman, whose mind had already jumped to images of several hours later, was stunned when she heard this.

Let her go back?

Then weren't her mental preparations and battle drills just now all for nothing?

At this moment, Song Xiangtong actually felt a sense of regret.

Seeing Song Xiangtong standing there with an expression that seemed somewhat regretful, Chen Qiu's gaze also paused before he said playfully,

“Or could it be that you know how to give a massage?”

Chen Qiu's reason for getting a room was naturally not to tease this mature secretary.

After two consecutive days of cycling, it wasn't just physical exhaustion; there was also some mental fatigue.

So he thought about not going home tonight and finding a hotel to relax with a massage.

Hearing this, Song Xiangtong nodded as if possessed.

After coming to her senses, she braced herself and said,

“I used to give my mother massages often, so I know some techniques...”

Chen Qiu's eyebrows twitched slightly.

“Alright then, let's give it a try.”

“I'll take a shower first; you get ready.”

Watching Chen Qiu walk into the bathroom, with the sound of water and steam rising, Song Xiangtong's calmed emotions fluctuated once more.

Feeling her thighs go a bit weak, she gave herself a hard pinch.

Recalling her series of mental activities just now, she secretly cursed herself.

“Song Xiangtong, you've really been starved for too long. You even dare to fantasize about the boss!”

Patting her cheeks, she opened the door and went down to ask the hotel for some massage and SPA supplies.

It wasn't a lie that she knew some massage techniques.

Her mother used to lay tiles and do grouting.

After years of bending over and squatting, lumbar muscle strain was the least of her problems.

Ten years ago, when she was still in university, she specifically took an elective course on Tui Na massage and would massage her mother whenever she was free.

By the time she returned with a pile of bottles and jars, Chen Qiu had already finished his shower.

He was wearing a bathrobe, his tall frame emitting a faint steam. Beneath the V-shaped collar, his collarbones and a hint of pectoral muscles were visible.

“Should I just lie face down on the sofa?”

As Chen Qiu passed by her, his unique scent made the long-deprived woman feel an unbearable itch in her heart.

She regretted it again!

Staying here but having nothing happen was even more of a torture!

“Yes, just lie on the sofa.”

After directing Chen Qiu to lie down properly, Song Xiangtong began.

Although her technique and strength couldn't compare to a professional massage therapist, they were barely adequate.

At the very least, Chen Qiu was somewhat pleasantly surprised.

As expected of a professional secretary rated by the system to provide extreme comfort to the boss; her professional abilities were indeed solid!

It seemed he would have to arrange for a massage chair in the office in the future so he could enjoy it whenever he wanted.

As for Song Xiangtong...

Initially, touching Chen Qiu's young body made her mind wander, but she soon became a bit breathless.

It was purely from exhaustion.

Massage was a physically demanding task, and besides, Song Xiangtong hadn't massaged her mother much in the past six months, so her stamina had decreased.

In less than an hour, her arms were incredibly sore.

As she massaged, the mature woman felt increasingly depressed.

Aside from a few scattered words at the beginning, Chen Qiu was purely enjoying himself.

According to the normal massage process, shouldn't he be flirting and teasing the massage girl by now?

Has my charm already failed to attract young people?

Song Xiangtong looked up at the large floor-to-ceiling window ahead.

The reflected figure was still exquisite and beautiful, not losing to young girls in their twenties at all!

Thinking this, Song Xiangtong's massage movements became increasingly bold.

Since her arm strength wasn't enough, she simply sat on Chen Qiu's legs.

Her OL skirt slid up, and the texture of the grey silk stockings on her thighs and buttocks was extremely clear.

She used the tips of her elbows to press against Chen Qiu's shoulders and back.

As she leaned forward, her soft elasticity pressed directly onto Chen Qiu's lower back.

He could even feel her slightly heavy breathing on the back of his neck.

Chen Qiu had to admit that every word Song Xiangtong said in the car was true.

She was indeed much bolder than Shao Shushuang!

As the CEO, could he endure this?

Since the secretary was so capable, shouldn't he, the CEO, give a response?

Then, with a cry of surprise from Song Xiangtong, Chen Qiu flipped over from his face-down position.

“Song Xiangtong, are you sure you used this same technique when you massaged your mother?”

Noticing Chen Qiu's hardness, Song Xiangtong's gaze softened slightly, and she curled her lips with a bit of pride.

“Does President Chen find it comfortable or not?”

“This isn't enough...”