8: Chapter 8 The White Moonlight that Threatens the Chosen One

Qin Ge waved his hand grandly, "Initiate the wager!"

Isn't it just about creating a monetary transaction?

What's so hard about that?

Once the first stage of the wager is successful, he would be able to obtain the medical skill, "The Art of Restoring Life."

One must know, the master from the mountain, Chen Yuan, is a miracle doctor.

Not to mention anything else, just looking at Lin Xiaojin right in front of him, she has a paralyzed mother at home.

In a miracle doctor storyline, if you or the people around you don't have some sort of ailment, are you even worthy of being a Daughter of Destiny?

If not, where would Chen Yuan be able to show off his medical skills and slap faces?

As long as the first stage of the wager succeeds, there won't be any subsequent penalties of deducting one hundred physical fitness points.

And by completing the wagering agreement step by step, he would be able to acquire one Divine Ability after another.

Qin Ge would have to be an idiot not to take such a sure-win deal!

Qin Ge sized up Lin Xiaojin under the dim light, his face cold as he said, "You don't want me to call the police, intending to settle this quietly?"

Lin Xiaojin nodded quickly.

She hadn't expected things to develop to this extent.

If she were arrested, even if it were just for a few days in detention, her mother would starve to death at home.

She absolutely could not be taken away!

Qin Ge turned around and walked toward the office, "Follow me."

...

Under the bright lights,

Qin Ge examined Lin Xiaojin, who was hanging her little head in front of him, and sighed inwardly.

She is truly the Child of Destiny's White Moonlight.

Her skin is really fair!

Even under the lights, it was white to the point of glowing.

If she were in the sunlight, wouldn't it be like having exposure turned up?

"When you get beaten, you have to stand still. Do you think that by lowering your head, you can make up for your mistakes?"

Qin Ge let out a dissatisfied cold snort, and only then did Lin Xiaojin lift her face.

Her eyes darted around, feeling too guilty to look at Qin Ge.

Qin Ge unabashedly nodded while appraising her, "Even with malnutrition, this appearance is definitely over ninety-five points!"

Qin Ge's standards had always been extremely high.

Even those female celebrities from his past life rarely exceeded ninety points in his eyes.

In terms of looks alone, Lin Xiaojin, without any makeup, could still crush a crowd of female celebrities from his past life.

Of course, compared to Jiang Yingxue, Yunhai City's Number One Beauty, Lin Xiaojin still had a gap.

Whether it was her figure or temperament, she was quite inferior.

But the advantage was that Lin Xiaojin and Jiang Yingxue were not the same type of beauty.

Jiang Yingxue was truly a beauty who could cause fish to sink and geese to fall, with a city-toppling appearance.

While Lin Xiaojin belonged to that kind of delicate, pure school belle style.

Different styles, each with its own merits.

"Come, add me as a friend first, and transfer the money for the croissants to me."

Qin Ge waved his hand and added Lin Xiaojin as a friend.

Lin Xiaojin looked up and asked timidly, "President Qin, how much are those five croissants?"

"One hundred yuan."

"Ah?" Lin Xiaojin shuddered in fear.

This was too expensive.

One hundred yuan was enough for her and her mother's food expenses for a whole week.

"President Qin, I didn't even eat those croissants. Can I not pay for them?" Lin Xiaojin pleaded reluctantly, clutching her second-hand phone with a cracked screen in distress.

Qin Ge sneered and retorted, "If you order a dish at a restaurant and take a bite, can I still sell it to someone else after you return it?"

Lin Xiaojin knew she was in the wrong.

She clutched her phone with both hands, hesitating for at least half a minute when entering her password.

Ding-dong!

The moment the one-hundred-yuan transfer went through, Qin Ge clicked to accept it.

"Ding! Congratulations to the Host for obtaining the medical skill, 'The Art of Restoring Life'!"

Following a vast amount of medical information in his mind, it flowed out as naturally as water.

In the blink of an eye, Qin Ge became a titan in the field of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Traditional Chinese Medicine emphasizes observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking.

Just by looking at Lin Xiaojin in front of him, he knew how severely Lin Xiaojin's body was depleted.

It was estimated that before long, she would fall seriously ill.

When the master from the mountain, Chen Yuan, returned, it would be the perfect time to show off and slap faces.

Lin Xiaojin clutched her phone and asked in a low, dispirited voice, "President Qin, can I leave now?"

Qin Ge shook his head, "No."

He stood up and pushed open a door in the office.

Inside was his lounge area for when he was working.

He lay down on the large Simmons mattress and gestured to Lin Xiaojin, "Come here!"

Instead of moving forward, Lin Xiaojin stumbled back a few steps.

Seeing that the situation was not right, she was already prepared to turn tail and run.

Qin Ge raised his phone, "If you don't come over within three seconds, I'm going to send out the video of you stealing things, okay?"

Wuu!

Lin Xiaojin whimpered in grievance.

Her little fists were clenched tightly.

If it weren't for the fact that she couldn't beat Qin Ge.

If it weren't for the fact that hurting someone meant paying compensation.

If it weren't for the fact that Qin Ge was her boss.

She really wanted to punch Qin Ge's front teeth out.

Too hateful.

This guy was holding her leverage and threatening her repeatedly.

He even scammed her out of a whole one hundred yuan!

Watching Lin Xiaojin walk over with difficulty, Qin Ge stretched out his arm, twisted his neck, and said, "I've been busy all day, my bones are aching. Give me a massage."

Lin Xiaojin shook her head, "I... I don't know how to massage."

Qin Ge raised his phone, "The video?"

"I'll massage, I'll massage!"

Lin Xiaojin gripped Qin Ge's arm in grievance.

She felt like she was grabbing an iron rod; it was so heavy and so hard.

Her two little hands precisely and accurately kneaded Qin Ge's Acupoints, pushing and massaging with as much force as she could.

"Tsk!"

Qin Ge clicked his tongue, a smile playing on his lips, and teased with a suggestive look in his eyes, "And you said you didn't know how to massage? You even know the Acupoints clearly and understand how to do push-massage?"

"I just treated you like a paralyzed person!"

Lin Xiaojin huffed angrily in her heart, naturally not daring to say it out loud in front of Qin Ge.

Her massage techniques were all learned by watching eagerly from the side while helping her mother with rehabilitation.

After learning this massage technique, she saved several hundred yuan in massage fees every week!

Qin Ge didn't speak anymore, closing his eyes and enjoying Lin Xiaojin's massage service.

Don't know how much time passed.

Listening to Qin Ge's breathing becoming more and more even, Lin Xiaojin thought he had fallen asleep.

She parted her lips slightly, silently cursing, "Cold-blooded and heartless, petty and vindictive. You got dumped by President Jiang, what does that have to do with me? I already know I was wrong, and I paid the one hundred yuan, yet you still won't let me go. What exactly do you want!"

She tapped Qin Ge's lower leg, her arms aching to the point of being unbearable.

Thinking that Qin Ge was already asleep, she stopped, preparing to rest for a little while.

Unexpectedly, the moment she stopped her movements, the lying Qin Ge opened his eyes and said dissatisfiedly: "Slacking off, or passive sabotage?"

Lin Xiaojin raised her weak hands and pleaded with a bitter face, "President Qin, my hands are so sore, I can't even lift them. Please, let me go?"

"I really don't have any strength left."

Qin Ge's gaze moved downward, staring at Lin Xiaojin's little feet wearing flat shoes, "If your hands don't have strength, don't you still have your feet?"

Lin Xiaojin shook her head repeatedly, "I have never used my feet to massage anyone."

Qin Ge nodded, "Just kidding, what if you have athlete's foot."

Lin Xiaojin blushed and retorted, "I don't."

Qin Ge shook his head, indicating he didn't believe her, "No, you do! You don't even dare to take off your shoes!"

Humiliated, Lin Xiaojin had to prove her innocence.

She took off her flat shoes, held her little feet, sniffed them, and then immediately extended her little feet not far from Qin Ge, "I don't have athlete's foot. If you don't believe me, smell it!"

Qin Ge, meanwhile, glanced casually through the lifted hem of her skirt.

Catching a glimpse of that scenery, he disappointedly scolded Lin Xiaojin, "You wear your safety shorts very well, don't wear them next time!"