Tycoon: From Rags to Riches

Chapter 92: Chapter 92: Getting It for Free?

In the dining room, at a round marble table.

Gu Heng and Jiang Ruan were seated across from each other, with different meals laid out before them.

Jiang Ruan had a normal, lavish Chinese meal with both meat and vegetable dishes. Gu Heng’s meal, however, was strictly prepared according to his nutritionist’s standards. Following a carb-cycling strategy, today was a high-carb day, with nearly 40% of his food consisting of carbohydrates.

Starting today, Gu Heng was officially entering the second phase of his intensive training period. His daily meal count had increased from four to five.

At the moment, Gu Heng and Jiang Ruan were wearing matching pajamas, one in black and one in white. The sight was surprisingly harmonious.

"From today until the contract ends, you’ll be living here."

Gu Heng said unhurriedly as he slowly ate a sweet potato, "If there’s anything you need, make a list later. I’ll have someone buy it for you."

Jiang Ruan heard him but continued to eat in silence, not saying a word.

Seeing her reaction, Gu Heng didn’t press the matter.

After they finished their lunch in silence, Gu Heng got up and went to the living room, where a physical therapist from his private team, Xinghuo, was waiting to provide professional therapy.

"Jiang Ruan, come here."

Gu Heng beckoned to Jiang Ruan while enjoying a fascia release treatment from a DMS deep muscle stimulator.

Not far away, Jiang Ruan was staring blankly out the floor-to-ceiling window. Hearing Gu Heng’s call, she hesitated for a moment before walking over to him.

"Ice it for five minutes, then spend five minutes breaking up the bruise."

Gu Heng pointed to the hickey on his neck. "As for how to do it, look it up online. Then you can help me get rid of this hickey."

Jiang Ruan stood rooted to the spot, her face expressionless, as if she hadn’t heard his order.

"Assistant Jiang, I suggest you remember your place."

"You are my personal assistant now, and I am your boss."

"You either do as I say..."

"...or you can return the money, and we’ll see each other on that Xiamen Airlines flight."

Gu Heng’s gaze was as calm as still water as he looked at her.

’In Jiang Ruan’s mind, I’ve long been a despicable, shameless scoundrel anyway.’

’In that case, I might as well play the villain to the very end.’

"You..."

Jiang Ruan stared at Gu Heng, her beautiful eyes wide with disbelief.

’Return the money?’

’Then what was last night about?’

’He’d be getting it for free?’

Jiang Ruan glared at Gu Heng, her cheeks puffed out in anger. She desperately wanted to charge over and beat him to a pulp, but it was just a fantasy.

"Fine, I’ll rub it!"

With a defiant huff, Jiang Ruan walked over to Gu Heng and knelt on the sofa beside him.

Her round, perky bottom pressed against her fair, slender calves, pulling the pure-white pajama pants taut and revealing her stunningly supple figure.

Jiang Ruan first picked up an ice pack the housekeeper had prepared and pressed it against the hickey on Gu Heng’s neck. With her other hand, she unlocked her phone and searched for a tutorial.

Once she knew what to do, she took a bullet-style Lipstick and used its smooth, rounded side to massage the hickey, working in circles from the center outward.

"HSSS..."

A hickey is, after all, just a bruise.

And since it was a bruise, rubbing it directly was naturally going to be painful.

After just a couple of passes from Jiang Ruan, Gu Heng couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath.

"Jiang Ruan, are you doing this on purpose?"

Gu Heng twisted his head to look at Jiang Ruan.

"This is what the tutorial video showed. If you want the bruise to fade quickly, you have to apply some pressure. Watch it yourself if you don’t believe me."

Jiang Ruan handed the phone to Gu Heng.

"Alright, fine," Gu Heng said, though he looked skeptical.

Jiang Ruan blinked, set her phone aside, and continued massaging the hickey in circles, just as she had been doing.

Watching him wince and grit his teeth in pain every so often, she felt a strange sense of satisfaction. It became harder and harder to keep the corners of her lips from turning up in a smile.

DING-DONG—

Just as Gu Heng was enjoying his "dual massage service," the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Sister Li, please get the door."

Gu Heng called out toward the kitchen.

The housekeeper, Li Huifang, heard him and quickly left the villa, heading to the south entrance to greet the visitor.

Sitting next to Gu Heng, a flash of curiosity appeared in Jiang Ruan’s dark eyes.

Soon, a woman in a black business suit walked in from outside, following the housekeeper, Li Huifang.

"Hello, Mr. Gu."

"I’m Luo Si, the membership manager at Zhuozhan Shopping Center. It’s a pleasure to be of service."

The woman stood in the center of the living room. Her eyes took in Gu Heng, who was lounging indolently in the middle of the sofa while being attended to by two people, and then scanned the luxurious decor and furniture. Her bow deepened almost involuntarily.

"Manager Luo, thank you for coming all this way."

Gu Heng remained in the same relaxed posture, giving Luo Si a slight nod.

"Mr. Gu, it’s my honor to be of service."

Luo Si straightened up and said with a smile, "As you requested, we have four brands here today. They’ve brought their entire new Fall/Winter 2023 womenswear collections for you to browse."

’Womenswear?’

Jiang Ruan, who was still massaging the hickey, froze for a second.

"The brands are Dior, LV, Chanel, and Gucci."

Luo Si asked respectfully, "Which brand would you like to see first, Mr. Gu?"

"Let’s start with Dior," Gu Heng replied casually.

"Of course."

"I’ll let them know to come in."

Luo Si immediately picked up her phone to notify the Dior sales manager, who was waiting with her team just outside.

Two minutes after Luo Si’s call, the sound of numerous footsteps grew closer.

A dozen or so young women in matching uniforms, each with a Dior name badge pinned to her chest, filed into the living room. They lined up neatly, each holding a garment bag and wearing high heels.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Gu!"

Once all the women were in position, they bowed in unison, their clear, pleasant voices echoing through the living room.

Jiang Ruan, still kneeling by Gu Heng’s side where she’d been tending to his hickey, was utterly stunned by the scene unfolding before her.

’So this is how real top-tier rich people usually buy clothes...’ Jiang Ruan was secretly dumbfounded.

"Go try them on."

As Jiang Ruan was lost in her thoughts, Gu Heng suddenly turned his head and murmured to her.

Jiang Ruan froze for a second, then said sullenly, "I don’t want your clothes. If I like something, I’ll buy it myself."

’Hmph! You despicable, shameless scumbag! Don’t think you can make me surrender with your sugar-coated bullets!’

It was as if a little chibi version of herself was inside her head, waving its tiny fists and screaming furiously.

"Who said I was buying them for you?"

Gu Heng looked at Jiang Ruan with feigned surprise, a "you’re getting ahead of yourself" expression on his face. "I just want you to try them on. I want to see which outfits look good on a person so I can buy them for my girlfriend."

At Gu Heng’s feigned look of surprise, Jiang Ruan’s face instantly flushed crimson.

"Oh..."

"I see."

Jiang Ruan avoided his gaze and scrambled up from the sofa, hurrying over to the Dior sales staff.

’How embarrassing!’

She couldn’t believe she had been so presumptuous. In that moment, she truly wished the ground would open up and swallow her whole.

At the same time, for reasons she couldn’t understand, her heart felt chaotic and pained.

’Gu Heng...’

’He actually has a girlfriend...’

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