Chapter Nine: Little Brother, You Can Pinch Me as You Please

"That's right, is there a problem with that? My brother is a professional." She planted her hands on her hips and thrust her formidable assets forward with pride.

The air froze instantly, and silence fell like a shroud over the private room.

The younger men stared, their eyes wide with shock.

This was their boss's woman—normally, they barely dared to glance in her direction.

Yet this brash kid had the nerve to handle the boss's lady so casually, and even say so right in front of him.

In their hearts, they silently lit a candle for Gu Xiangnan.

They were almost certain that the boss was truly angry this time.

Who could guess what tortures awaited the young man—surely, he would be wishing for death before long.

But then—

"Hahaha!"

Yang Dianfeng suddenly burst into hearty laughter, not only laughing but giving Gu Xiangnan a big thumbs-up.

"Brother, I’m impressed. So young, yet your medical skills are remarkable. Unlike me, just a brute who waves weapons around. So... is there anything else we should pay attention to? Could it come back?"

What?

The boss... the boss isn’t angry?!

If only they'd studied hard and gone to medical school—instead of becoming street punks!

Gu Xiangnan considered for a moment. "After three doses of the medicine I prescribe, she should be fully healed, with no recurrence. Once she’s recovered, you can help massage her from time to time."

"I’m just a rough fellow, usually fumbling about. Why not let you take care of her massages from now on? Best to leave professional matters to the professionals."

The underlings felt a chill on their boss's head, as if he was about to wear a certain kind of hat.

Gu Xiangnan was dumbfounded. "Is that... really okay?"

"Nothing wrong with it. What if the problem isn’t completely gone? Better to reinforce the treatment with more sessions. That's how I’ll feel at ease."

Bai Huabing, worried he might refuse, quickly chimed in, "My husband is right. Only you can do it. Xiao Nan, please agree to your brother-in-law’s request. Name your fee, don’t be shy."

Seeing Gu Xiangnan still silent, Yang Dianfeng thought he was about to refuse. He turned and barked at a nearby lackey, "Go fetch my checkbook—I need to pay the consultation fee right away."

Wang Jinquan was getting anxious. Wasn’t Yang Dianfeng supposed to be avenging him? How did they suddenly become family?

Something was going wrong!

He hurried over and whispered, "Boss Feng, maybe don’t pay so quickly. The two famous doctors from abroad will arrive any day now. Let’s see whose skills are better before deciding, all right?"

He had invited those foreign doctors himself, hoping to curry favor with Yang Dianfeng—now Gu Xiangnan had swooped in and ruined everything. He’d probably have to pay those doctors out of his own pocket.

Yang Dianfeng turned a sharp gaze on him.

Nearly fifty, Yang Dianfeng doted on his young wife Bai Huabing, who had just entered her thirties.

Now Bai Huabing trusted Gu Xiangnan deeply, even treating him as a brother.

Besides, Gu Xiangnan clearly had real skills—he’d promised a cure in three days.

And more than that, he’d assured them he could treat Bai Huabing’s infertility as well.

In Yang Dianfeng’s heart, he had already accepted Gu Xiangnan.

So when Wang Jinquan tried to interfere, Yang Dianfeng’s anger erupted.

"Dammit, you bastard! Because of you, my brother was nearly hurt. You troublemaker!"

Bai Huabing gave a cold laugh. "Little brother, how do you think we should deal with him?"

Yang Dianfeng seized the chance to praise his beloved wife and quickly added, "My wife is right—the decision should be yours, little brother."

Gu Xiangnan wasn’t about to be polite. Wang Ke had nearly insulted his senior sister; it was only fair they pay a price.

He said calmly, "Then let him pay compensation."

"Good! Compensation it is. Very straightforward." Yang Dianfeng gave him an approving nod, then glanced at Bai Huabing, hoping she was satisfied.

Wang Jinquan wilted, knowing he was beaten. "How much?"

Gu Xiangnan recalled what he’d overheard—his senior sister had borrowed more than ten million from the bank.

"Five million."

"What? Five million? That’s outrageous!" Wang Jinquan shouted, spittle flying.

"You can always refuse," Gu Xiangnan replied amiably. "Then I’ll let my brother-in-law handle it."

The thought of Yang Dianfeng’s methods made Wang Jinquan decide his fortune was worth less than his life.

He was promptly escorted away to write the check.

Wu Meiyu slipped over to Bai Huabing’s side. "Bingbing, your husband is Boss Feng? Why didn’t you tell me? And I thought we were close friends!"

The two had met traveling, helping each other along the way, and both lived in Jiangning City. Over time, they’d become close.

Bai Huabing squeezed her arm apologetically. "Don’t be mad, Meiyu. If I told you who my husband was, would you still want to be friends? Honestly, his reputation is just too notorious."

Wu Meiyu thought it over and realized she had a point.

A man wasn’t going to come between the two of them.

Just then, a server appeared at the door, telling Bai Huabing that her girlfriends had come to the bar and wanted her to join them.

The two women left together, leaving Gu Xiangnan in the private room.

Now, Yang Dianfeng and Gu Xiangnan sat on a sofa, sipping red wine and smoking cigars.

Dozens of men stood around them—all men...

A crowd of tough, burly fellows, staring at each other in awkward silence.

Yang Dianfeng called out, "Hey! Bring in the girls. Let little brother choose—he should relax tonight."

"All of them, boss?"

"Of course! How would I know what style he likes?"

The lackey understood and dashed off.

Soon enough, the door opened, and a group of eight women entered.

They were all tall, elegant types, with long, shapely legs.

Which one to choose?

He wanted them all!

Gu Xiangnan frowned in agony, caught in the throes of indecision.

Yang Dianfeng, seeing his expression, assumed none of them suited his taste, and waved them away.

Just as Gu Xiangnan was about to lunge and grab one, another group of girls came in—dressed as schoolgirls, in sailor uniforms.

Gu Xiangnan was overwhelmed again.

Yang Dianfeng, mistaking his hesitation, waved them out.

Next came women in evening gowns, nurse outfits, flight attendant uniforms, even traditional costumes... In total, more than a hundred beauties paraded through.

The underlings by the door could hardly contain their envy. What good fortune!

But they didn’t know—Gu Xiangnan hadn’t managed to keep a single one.

At last, the final group entered.

Yang Dianfeng clapped a hand on Gu Xiangnan’s shoulder and asked, "Brother, you have exceptional taste. The most beautiful women in all Jiangning are here, yet none please you. What kind are you looking for?"

Gu Xiangnan felt bitter.

In truth, he wanted every single one.

His kidneys whispered: Go on, keep playing, you old rascal.

He hurriedly pointed at the last girl. "That one!"

She wore a maid's outfit, her hair in twin ponytails, with wide eyes and adorable cat ears perched on her head. She looked barely fourteen...

Gu Xiangnan’s gaze drifted down, and when he saw her very full chest, he silently revised her age to eighteen.

Seated on the sofa, he watched as the girl bounced over and crouched beside him. "Master, welcome home."

Her voice was as clear as a tinkling bell.

Before he could respond, she gently took his hand. "I am your maid, Sakura. Master, you must be tired. Let Sakura restore your energy with a dose of cuteness!"

She raised her little pink fists and made two cheering gestures in the air.

Gu Xiangnan stared, utterly bewildered by the performance.

Sakura sat down next to him, gazing up shyly. "Master, please rest your head on my lap. Sakura is ready and will make sure you’re satisfied."

"Here?"

"Yes, master."

Gu Xiangnan glanced around at all the burly men, who were staring intently at them.

Was this supposed to be a live show?

"Master, please, Sakura is ready for you!"

Gu Xiangnan hesitated, but slowly lay down. A soft sensation enveloped him, accompanied by a faint, sweet fragrance from the girl.

He looked up, and two soft mounds pressed gently down toward him.