Chapter 101 - 92: A Wealthy Beauty with Connections to Buy Guns?

Fang Zhen waved back.

He walked over to where Xia Siwei was standing and suddenly noticed what a great angle she was at, right beside the silver Porsche Macan. With the twilight sky as a backdrop, the composition and lighting were perfect—no fill light needed. The scene had a picturesque, artistic feel.

On impulse, Fang Zhen pulled out his phone, opened the camera, and aimed it at Xia Siwei.

"Look over here. Get ready. Strike a pose... yes, that’s it. Adjust just a little. Turn your body slightly to the side," he directed, holding up his phone with the camera pointed at Xia Siwei.

Xia Siwei was confused, but a woman’s instinct for beauty and the camera took over, and she began to unconsciously adjust her posture and expression.

"Look here, look here... good. Now look more pale, a little more tragically beautiful!" Fang Zhen said.

Xia Siwei subconsciously went along with it, adjusting herself to his direction.

CLICK.

CLICK. CLICK. CLICK.

Fang Zhen rapidly snapped the shutter a few times, capturing several beautiful shots of Xia Siwei in that instant.

Xia Siwei still hadn’t quite processed what had happened. She didn’t know how she’d ended up letting Fang Zhen direct her like that.

Fang Zhen, however, was grinning. He walked up to Xia Siwei and showed her the photos he’d just taken.

"The angle and the light were perfect, so I just snapped a few. A lot of them came out great. When you edit them, you should go for that ’beautiful, rich, and tragic’ look—glamorous but with a hint of hopeless despair. As for the social media caption, I can send you a few lines from Haizi or Rumi when I get a minute. Sound good?"

he said to Xia Siwei with a smile.

Xia Siwei stared at the photos on Fang Zhen’s phone, her face a mask of astonishment. She couldn’t help but look up at him.

"Even the photos I hired a professional photographer to take don’t look this good."

"You know a little too much, don’t you?"

"I’m no pro. I just have an eye for beauty," Fang Zhen said with a light laugh.

Xia Siwei studied him for a moment. "You’re a little too smooth, aren’t you? Suddenly I get the feeling you’ve had a lot of girlfriends."

"Just your imagination. I’m single," Fang Zhen said without elaborating.

’He wasn’t actually trying to flirt with Xia Siwei; making women happy wasn’t his goal. He just thought it was more fun to act this way.’

’Ever since he got the "Dungeon Life Game," he’d become more optimistic and cheerful, and was almost always in a happy mood. He was more confident, too. He said whatever he wanted and did whatever he pleased, feeling far fewer inhibitions. He was living more freely.’

"Come on, let’s go get that massage," Fang Zhen said, pointing to the spa named Yuan Yu Yan.

"Oh, right. Okay." Xia Siwei was completely swept up in his pace, subconsciously following him inside.

Fang Zhen led the way into the spa.

"Welcome!" As soon as they walked in, the manager and cashier on the first floor stood up to greet them.

When the manager saw it was Fang Zhen, her smile grew even wider. "Good to see you! A party of two today?"

"Two."

"Very good. Please change into slippers."

There was a separate changing room sectioned off from the main lounge, and Fang Zhen and Xia Siwei went inside.

With practiced ease, Fang Zhen took off his shoes and changed into the provided slippers. Xia Siwei watched him, then followed his lead, slipping off her black heels.

An attendant took their shoes and handed them each a numbered tag.

"Room 2066, upstairs."

Fang Zhen and Xia Siwei went up to the second floor. The spa was nicely decorated and spacious, but the layout was a bit complex, almost like a small maze.

An attendant led them into a room for two. Moments later, someone else came in with tea and a fruit platter.

Xia Siwei and Fang Zhen were in the same room. It had to be said that even for a legitimate spa, the atmosphere felt a little intimate.

"Do you come here often?" Xia Siwei asked, perhaps trying to diffuse the awkward and slightly intimate atmosphere.

"Yeah. This place used to be an escape room. It changed owners over a year ago and became this spa. I used to come here often, and I thought it was pretty good," Fang Zhen replied.

Just then, the door opened and an attendant came in with two sets of clothes. "Sir, Ma’am, please change into these. Do you have a preferred therapist?"

"Number 3 and Number 6, please," Fang Zhen requested immediately.

The attendant left. Unfamiliar with the procedure, Xia Siwei stared blankly at the clothes on the bed.

"Ah, I forgot we have to change for the massage. You go first. I’ll wait outside."

"Don’t worry about them not being clean," Fang Zhen added. "The clothes they provide are disposable; they’re thrown out after one use."

"Okay. You’re being quite the gentleman," Xia Siwei nodded.

"I’m mostly worried you’ll try to take advantage of me," Fang Zhen said.

Xia Siwei laughed and playfully raised her hand as if to hit him.

Fang Zhen’s body reacted instinctively. He dodged with fluid, graceful ease.

"Go ahead and change. I’ll wait outside. Just call me when you’re ready," he said.

"Mm-hmm."

Fang Zhen stepped out. A few moments later, Xia Siwei called from inside, "I’m ready!"

He went back into the room.

’Seeing Xia Siwei in the massage clothes, Fang Zhen realized her figure was genuinely amazing—definitely not the work of push-up pads. He couldn’t say for sure if they were *generous*, but they were certainly ample and perky.’

"Should I step out while you change?" Xia Siwei asked.

"You can stay if you want. But you have to promise not to take advantage of me," Fang Zhen said offhandedly.

"Oh. I think I’ll step out after all."

"Suit yourself."

After Fang Zhen had changed, the two therapists arrived.

The two therapists were women in their mid-thirties. You could tell they had been pretty in their youth, but they were long past their prime.

Fang Zhen and Xia Siwei lay on adjacent massage beds. The therapists announced their numbers and began preparing for the massage.