Volume One, Chapter 16: Which Acupoint Are You Pressing?

After a long while, the voice in Liu Dong’s Bluetooth headset finally faded away.

He felt as if the headset itself had broken out in a sweat from the intense thrill, leaving him with an unforgettable aftertaste.

Liu Dong removed the headset and sensed Su Jing approaching.

“Jing, I thought you’d fallen asleep.”

“I just woke up. Your acupoint massage was incredibly soothing. From the technique alone, I feel like I don’t need any herbal medicine. Just a few sessions of massage should do the trick.”

“Acupoint massage only provides relief. To truly cure the ailment, herbal medicine is still necessary for gradual conditioning.”

Su Jing nodded, realizing Liu Dong had no intention of continuously massaging her. Was her body not alluring enough? Or did a doctor see even the most perfect body as nothing more than ordinary flesh?

“Looks like you’ve been staring into space for a long time. What are you thinking about? You give off a depth beyond your years.”

“Depth? *Ahem*, yeah… too many things caught me off guard.”

After speaking, Liu Dong let out a deep sigh.

Su Jing fell silent. She had done some digging into Liu Dong’s background: a broken family, fallen fortunes, troubled love life, and a difficult existence—too many burdens for a mere twenty-year-old, forcing him to mature rapidly.

Empathy was a woman’s nature. Her nose tingled as she watched Liu Dong’s sighing silhouette, and she couldn’t help but wrap her arms around him from behind.

It was just a gentle hug, but at that moment, the frail Su Jinyao happened to push the door open and witnessed the scene.

“Mom, what… what are you doing?”

Mom had actually hugged Liu Dong on her own initiative.

“I—I—I, Jinyao, it’s not what you think!”

Su Jing panicked like a young girl; she hadn’t been this flustered in over a decade.

“Ahh!”

Su Jinyao let out a shriek of joy, dancing with excitement, but she forgot how weak her body still was.

She immediately fell to the floor, unable to move her legs due to pain. Considering she had just spoken with Liu Dong on the phone, it was lucky she could walk at all.

“Jinyao!”

Almost simultaneously, Liu Dong and Su Jing rushed upstairs. Liu Dong was faster and immediately helped her up.

Su Jing anxiously examined her daughter’s condition.

“I’m fine, I just slipped because I was too happy. Mom, I knew you’d like him! But I didn’t expect it to happen so soon.”

Su Jinyao’s words flushed Su Jing’s face crimson, embarrassing her like a sixteen-year-old girl experiencing first love.

“Stop talking nonsense, this is a misunderstanding! Liu Dong, say something.”

“Jinyao, it really is a misunderstanding. Just now, Sister Jing slipped.”

Seeing their expressions, Su Jing couldn’t help but laugh.

“I get it, I get it. Well, you two go on, I’m going to the bathroom.”

With that, the little girl closed the bathroom door behind her, leaving the two awkwardly standing there, unsure what to say.

“Buzz buzz.”

Liu Dong took out his phone—still Su Jinyao.

“Uncle, did you know? My mom really likes him! She was the one who hugged him first!”

“Well, then you should create more opportunities and seize the moment.”

“Of course! By the way, naughty one, are you satisfied with my performance just now?”

“Ninety-nine points.”

“Ninety-nine? What’s the missing point for?”

Su Jinyao sent a pouting emoji.

“The audio and visuals were out of sync.”

“You really are a bad guy. But if you behave well, I might give you a perfect score next time.”

Speaking of the audio-video mismatch, Liu Dong glanced at Su Jing, realizing the earlier moment was even more thrilling…

Su Jing seemed to notice his gaze and felt a bit uneasy, so she quickly changed the subject.

“You suddenly pressed hard on an acupoint just below the waist earlier; I noticed you relaxed the others after a while, but this one you pressed for a long time. Which acupoint was it?”

“Uh, was it uncomfortable?”

Su Jing thought it over and replied,

“It was quite comfortable.”

“Good, then that’s fine. I’m not going to explain more since you wouldn’t understand anyway. As long as it feels good.”

Liu Dong couldn’t really explain the reason—blame Su Jinyao for filling the house with hormones upstairs and downstairs.

Under Su Jinyao’s strong insistence, Liu Dong stayed on.

Creating opportunities, after all.

The three of them spent the day at the Su family’s mountain waters estate, swimming, playing tennis, drinking tea...

Su Jing noticed Liu Dong seemed skilled at everything, and he was not only handsome but had an excellent physique.

For Liu Dong, that was a given—he was a master of eating, drinking, and having fun.

At night, Liu Dong shocked the mother and daughter by announcing he would cook dinner.

This was truly unexpected.

Being a connoisseur of pleasures was one thing, but cooking? Could he really do it? Their lives had fallen on hard times, but they had once lived in luxury, so no one believed he could cook.

Or perhaps, they thought he could only make food that was edible. To avoid dampening his enthusiasm, they agreed.

The two women were originally watching TV in the living room.

But then, the kitchen echoed with rhythmic chopping sounds, eerily professional, like their chef.

“Mom, Dad might actually know how to cook. Should we take a look?”

“If you want to go, then you go.”

Although Su Jing was curious and growing interested in this man, she felt it wouldn’t be dignified to go herself.

“I’ll go!”

Su Jinyao hobbled off toward the kitchen. The house was large, which had its downsides—like for her weak legs.

Inside, Liu Dong held a delicate knife, expertly slicing a tomato into uniformly thin slices, each as thin as a cicada’s wing.

On the cutting board lay a fresh steak, which Liu Dong sprinkled with sea salt and black pepper in a graceful, scattering motion.

He had learned this technique from the “Salt Master” before crossing over. He was aware of Su Jinyao’s presence and deliberately made his moves flashy—impractical, but stylish and impressive.

The stew pot on the stove bubbled and steamed, casting a mysterious aura over Liu Dong’s movements.

Turning back, Su Jinyao saw Su Jing standing there too.

“Mom…”

Before she could speak, Su Jing covered her mouth. The delicious aroma and sounds from the kitchen were too tempting for her to resist sneaking a peek.

Unexpectedly, Liu Dong’s cooking skills were impressive.

Soon, a table full of Western dishes was set.

The mother and daughter were eager but tried to appear refined and graceful.

At the first bite, the meal was indeed rich in color, aroma, and flavor.

Liu Dong was truly a polymath; in just one day, he had earned the Su women’s admiration.

After dinner, Liu Dong didn’t overstay his welcome—he left while the mood was right, keeping them wanting more.

Mainly because he had plans to meet Su Jinyao later that night for an in-depth discussion about the “perfect score” experience.

They would need to find a barbecue stall along the way to enjoy some grilled leeks and kidneys.

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Ding dong. System notification: The “Iron-Faced Shura” mercenary group’s four senior officers, “Sixty Thousand,” have entered the borders of Huaxia. Total personnel: five.

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Oh, here they come again. This time Liu Dong wasn’t as timid as before. In fact, he was looking forward to it—after all, bullying Ye Aotian was becoming addictive!