Chapter 209: The Charm of a Mature Man

He also came for foot massage, back massage and such — that's the way of health preservation; he's had this habit for years, and when work tires him, he likes to get a massage to clear his meridians.

Other than that, he doesn't need anything.

Someone of his standing also doesn't need all that miscellaneous stuff.

The Qian Cabinets Private Club has ten floors in total; the lowest floors are for the relatively less wealthy in their moneyed circle, and each floor has different divisions: there are card‑game entertainment rooms, small gyms, sauna rooms, etc.

What Xiao Ming receives, however, is the top‑tier service, on the top floor.

Few people qualify to spend on the top floor, so one hardly sees anyone there.

After relaxing, he felt a bit tired, so he rested a little in the lounge.

The door of his lounge was ajar, and while he was resting with eyes closed, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a woman's coquettish voice sounded at once.

Oh...

Xiao Ming opened his eyes and looked toward the door.

"Sorry to bother you, I think my blood sugar is a bit low—I just felt dizzy and fell over. Sir, could you help me up?" The woman looked at Xiao Ming with a pitiful, pleading gaze.

Xiao Ming blinked, got up, went over, and helped the woman to her feet.

"Thank you!" The woman looked at Xiao Ming with eyes full of gratitude, her gaze fixed on him until he had pulled her up from the ground and she stood straight, then her eyes finally left him.

At close range, Xiao Ming glanced at the woman unintentionally; his heart gave a slight flutter—she was quite beautiful.

Her waist was slim, her legs long, her skin fair, and her features delicate.

On her face was a slightly shy expression, extremely puzzled!

However, Xiao Ming's heart only twitched that much, then returned to normal; he answered indifferently, let go, and went back to his lounge, closing the door.

The woman wasn't the slightest bit angry at his aloofness; she gave his lounge door a smiling glance, then walked away with elegant steps.

Just then, her female companion walked over.

"Peipei, who were you talking to? Today the sun must be rising from the west—you actually went out of your way to flirt with a handsome guy?" Her companion asked curiously, then glanced at Xiao Ming's lounge door but saw nothing.

The woman called Peipei, whose full name is Liu Peipei, is the Eldest Miss of the Liu family.

Her companion had just witnessed all of her actions.

That person is Xiao Ming.

Liu Peipei smiled, turned her head to glance at Xiao Ming's lounge: "I didn't expect him to be far more handsome than on TV. I heard he's forty‑four, but he looks as young as a twenty‑something, and one can sense the charm of a mature man about him…"

"Most importantly, he's such a gentleman—even though it's obvious I deliberately fell at his door, he still helped me up. Don't you think a man like that has charm?"

"You, you deliberately fell at his doorstep?" her companion asked in surprise: "How did you know the person inside the lounge was him?"

She had just seen from afar Liu Peipei giving that man a furtive glance, and thought she was doing it on purpose, but she couldn't fathom why Liu Peipei would do so.

After all, in her eyes Liu Peipei is so outstanding that decent men who actively pursue her she can't even be bothered to glance at.

"Because…" Liu Peipei blushed slightly and smiled: "Because his door was ajar, so I fell right outside it."

"…" Her companion stared at Liu Peipei's lovesick expression, heard her explanation, and didn't know how to respond.

After two minutes, her companion asked teasingly: "Yo, what's up with our Eldest Miss Liu? You've actually taken a liking to a guy? You're famous for your high standards—plenty of decent young masters have confessed to you, yet you've always dismissed them."

"Yeah, that's how I am with others, but with him it's different." Liu Peipei laughed cheerfully, her face slightly flushed, and said honestly: "I've fallen for that man."

"Indeed, a goddess's gaze is different—only someone like Xiao Ming, a male goddess, is worthy. A goddess pairs with a god, just a perfect match." Her companion teased, then deliberately pinched her cheek: "Take a look at that spring glow all over your face."

"Hehe!" Liu Peipei laughed cheerfully.

"I've heard that in a few days his son is going to have a wedding, but he himself is still a golden bachelor."

"Mm-hmm!" Liu Peipei nodded, leaned in to her companion's ear, and said: "So if I take the initiative, we could not only have a story together, but maybe even have a child, right?"

"You, where's any of that noble lady's reserve left?" Her companion laughed at her teasing.

In the lounge, Xiao Ming, suddenly disturbed by Liu Peipei's antics, no longer felt tired; thinking of his uncles and others still at home, and that his son's wedding still needed some preparations, he decided to leave.

Unexpectedly, he happened to overhear the conversation between the woman he had just helped and her companion.

He furrowed his brows slightly.

Indeed, he could tell the woman had deliberately fallen outside his door, but it was also his own carelessness—he was too lazy to get up and shut the door, giving her the chance.

Being a gentleman, he couldn't remain indifferent; after helping the woman up, he returned to his lounge aloofly.

He thought the woman would at most be a passing fancy and wouldn't pester him further, but he hadn't expected her to be so bold as to plan to keep coming back to bother him.

At that moment, the woman happened to turn around, saw his lounge door open, and boldly strode over to him.

"Hello, sir, thank you just now for helping me up." Liu Peipei said politely, hoping to open a topic between them.

"You're welcome!" Unexpectedly, Xiao Ming gave a curt three‑word reply and prepared to leave.

"Sir, could we exchange contact information? I'd like to treat you to a meal to thank you for your help." Liu Peipei looked at Xiao Ming with eyes full of expectation.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Ming replied: "No phone."

Having said that, Xiao Ming walked straight away; it was obvious his patience had been exhausted.

Xiao Ming's attitude was actually rather mild, but the meaning behind his words clearly showed his perfunctory intent.

No phone?

Nowadays, even a rural old lady has to use an old‑person phone; how could the richest man of Wuxingguo possibly not have a phone?