Rebirth: After Becoming the Villainess-Chapter 235: What’s Wrong with Ordering a Prince for a Massage?
Under the cover of night, her skin was fairer than snow. She had been delicately raised, a girl of noble birth, and the slightest bit of rough handling left a pink flush.
Yet, it recalled how, under the drug’s influence, the words spilling from her soft lips had been nothing but pleas...
Begging him to show her no mercy.
His already taut stomach grew increasingly firm, hardening like a rock.
The man’s hands unconsciously tightened their grip, just as she had pleaded for back then—for him to be rougher...
Song Lianhe was unbelievably hot all over. She didn’t know if she was just being paranoid, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that his hands were becoming more and more improper.
But he was just giving her a massage. He was a martial artist, after all, and he found her pressure points with unerring precision. Every press landed exactly on a sore and tired spot, making her hum with relief.
It sounded like a kitten’s mewl, so sweet it could make a listener’s heart melt.
The man’s eyes gradually changed color. He leaned in closer, his hands sliding from her shoulders, along her collarbones, and toward her front.
Song Lianhe was suddenly startled, snapping out of her daze. She instinctively raised her hands to cover her chest, her eyes wide. Her first reaction was to look around, terrified of being seen. ’How humiliating would that be!’
The hand she had pressed down on suddenly turned and gripped her pair of smooth little hands.
Unlike General Li Hua, she was a pampered lady who had never wielded a sword. The hands in his grasp felt soft and almost boneless. They clung to his palm more tenaciously than any weapon he had ever handled, impossible to discard or shake off.
Song Lianhe’s breathing grew ragged. The man turned her hands over and over, kneading them with a tormenting rhythm that felt very much like flirting...
"You..."
Only when she spoke did she realize how coquettish and alluring her voice sounded.
She immediately fell silent, her earlobes blushing so red they were nearly transparent.
His hands roamed to her back once more.
Instantly, her back stiffened, becoming ramrod straight. "You don’t need to... do this part..."
"Which part?"
His long fingers traced her spine like a lithe snake, following a winding path down to her slender waist.
Her waist was truly slender, barely a handful. The man’s eyes darkened, and his large palm abruptly pressed against it—
Song Lianhe suddenly arched her back. "N-No, you don’t have to, I..."
"Oh, so *this* is the spot."
The man lowered his light, glass-like eyes. His palm stayed flat against her skin, gliding back and forth from the small of her back to her sides.
Song Lianhe’s cheeks were burning, but he was truly skilled at relieving fatigue. Just those few movements made her relax involuntarily.
Seeing the hazy look in the young woman’s eyes, the man let out a soft laugh. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Feels good?"
"Mmm..."
She made that kitten-like sound again.
Even though she knew their intimacy was highly improper, his hands seemed to possess a magical quality, always managing to snuff out her thoughts of refusal the very moment they arose.
Especially with all the clamor behind them—people asking about children crying at night, about clearing heat and treating dysentery, about long-term infertility...
In this small space, hidden behind the jumble of noise, they weren’t doing anything truly scandalous. Yet, it felt like a cat that had gotten the cream, a secret pleasure too shameful to speak of.
Suddenly, Song Lianhe’s eyes flew open. In that instant, she froze completely, as if struck by lightning!
Noticing her change, the man glanced down and said, "Apologies."
Although it was an apology, his hoarse and lazy tone held not a hint of remorse!
Instead, it sounded like teasing.
He adjusted the hem of his robes, no longer touching her.
"Young Madam, someone’s here to see you!"
Da Tao called out in her rough voice.
"C-Coming!"
Song Lianhe scrambled to her feet, not daring to look at him again. She ducked her head, about to leave.
The man wickedly stretched out a hand to block her way.
She stared at his hand. His five fingers were long and slender, with prominent knuckles from his lean frame. His skin was very fair, but it didn’t look delicate. On the contrary, it looked powerful!
’Just now, it was this very hand...’
"Not even a thank you?"
She froze, then slowly raised her head, her gaze colliding with his.
In the man’s fatally handsome eyes, she saw her own blushing reflection. Her own beautiful eyes, as clear as autumn pools, still held a thick, lingering emotion...
Ah!
’This isn’t me!!’
As if startled, Song Lianhe shoved him away. "Th-Thank you!"
She kept her head down and fled in embarrassment.
Watching her retreating figure, the man rubbed his fingertips together.
The sensation lingered.
Soft.
Delicate.
Like a freshly made, fluffy bean paste pastry. You couldn’t be rough; too much force and you’d crush it, ruin it completely.
The man lowered his gaze to the hem of his robes, frowned, and discontentedly adjusted his clothes again.
When the Shadow Guard approached, he saw his lord walking out, his steps lacking their usual calm and leisurely pace. There was a hint of agitation about him.
"My Lord, are we..."
"Returning to the manor."
"Why are we going back? Weren’t we supposed to..."
The man didn’t break his stride, stating coldly, "To bathe."
’Bathe?’
Then, the Shadow Guard nodded with understanding. "It has been a while since we returned to Sui Bei. The weather here is indeed unbearably sweltering."
Only when she heard Zhou Cangyan’s footsteps fade into the distance did Song Lianhe dare to lift her head.
’That was just so embarrassing!’
Even now, her heart was still THUMP-THUMP-THUMPING erratically in her chest, making her mouth go dry.
From her shoulders to her waist, every place his hands had touched felt scorching hot.
But Song Lianhe had transmigrated into this world, after all. In the information-saturated society she came from, she’d seen it all. Pornography of every variety, be it Asian or European, ancient or modern, domestic or foreign—what hadn’t she seen?
’If I act too cowardly, I’ll be a disgrace to modern people!’
Besides, when some rich young ladies went for a relaxing massage, they would specifically pick popular and skilled male masseurs to serve them!
’What’s the big deal!’
’As the saying goes, to the dirty-minded, everything looks dirty!’
What was so wrong with her and Zhou Cangyan, all above board, having a Prince give her a massage?
Thinking this way, Song Lianhe felt she had salvaged her image.
She rolled up her sleeves. "Next! Hello, sir. Come on, open your mouth. Stick out your tongue first, then give me your hand..."
After the Medical Clinic was established in Sui Ning City, it and the main branch in Ling’an City were situated at the northern and southern extremes, which was convenient for the medicine shops and clinics in the Southwest region.
Within just a few days, medicine merchants from nearby towns and villages were seen entering the city in carriages. This promotion of trade indirectly revitalized Sui Ning City’s commercial economy.
When merchants came, it was inevitable that they would need lodging, food, entertainment, sales, bartering, and transport.
One thing led to another, and soon, a steady flow of traffic was established.
It wasn’t just merchants from the Da Cheng Dynasty; even those from the Nanchen Kingdom came, drawn by her reputation. They sought out Song Lianhe through traveling merchants, all wanting to follow the Wu Qi Country’s example and secure distribution rights for their own nation.
Sui Bei was a hereditary fiefdom granted to the Luo Family by the Court. It was self-governing, and they did not need to report to the Court to trade with foreign powers, possessing absolute autonomy.
This was also why Song Lianhe had been able to so easily secure Kui Lang’s agency in the Wu Qi Country.
Therefore, the matter of Nanchen was even easier to resolve.
Song Lianhe asked Zhou Cangyan directly, "Prince, what do you need?"
