Chapter 168: Let

When he saw the side profile of the female foot‑massager, Lu Cheng thought to himself, what a narrow road for enemies.

Because Old Uncle Sun had arranged it in advance, after the previous man's feet were fixed, it was Lu Cheng's turn.

In these times, although holding hands or hugging on the street is considered a corruption of public order, people's suppressed desires always find other ways to be released.

For example, when a female foot‑massager shows up in the bathhouse, even if nothing indecent can be done, just glancing at her is satisfying.

When Lu Cheng entered, he clearly noticed that the previous man left with a hunched, chest‑folded posture.

Needless to say, he must have been daydreaming during the foot‑treatment, not daring to straighten his back for fear that others would notice something in his crotch.

Lu Cheng felt delighted; it's just a foot treatment, yet it can stir that kind of feeling.

However, it's not their fault; although it's freezing outside, the bathhouse is warm, and the female foot‑massager only wears a thin short‑sleeved shirt, exposing her arms and nicely showing off her figure.

It inevitably gives the men getting foot treatments thoughts.

People of this era are truly repressed; think of later times, when women on the street wear shorts shorter than the waistband, let alone exposing thighs, even showing the buttocks is normal.

When Lu Cheng lay down on the foot‑treatment bed, the female foot‑massager, holding her tools, clearly froze for a moment.

"Lu Cheng, why is it you?"

"Why can't it be me, Comrade Li Huiying!"

Lu Cheng truly didn't expect to meet Li Huiying again; he originally thought this woman should have gone to the countryside for the labor teams long ago.

And recalling a few months ago, when Lu Cheng refused to give up a recruitment slot, Li Huiying got angry.

"I won't fix your feet; you go find Master Old Wang to fix them."

Old Master Wang's foot‑treatment skill is naturally the best, but everyone comes for the skill; otherwise the bathhouse wouldn't have been so slow in business recently.

Lu Cheng lay comfortably on the foot‑treatment bed, legs stretched: "What's this, treating me differently? If you don't fix my feet today, I'll go complain to Old Uncle Sun right now and have him fire you."

"Sun Zhuren? Do you know him?"

Hearing Lu Cheng call Sun Zhuren 'Uncle', Li Huiying's tone lost its earlier firmness.

"Not just know him; he's my own uncle. Dismissing you is a single sentence."

Li Huiying scratched at her face: "You're talking nonsense; Sun Zhuren's surname is Sun, yours is Lu, how can he be your uncle!"

Whoa, that was a quick reaction.

"That's not important! What's important is that you could become a foot‑massager here, all thanks to me."

"Your credit? That's a lie." Li Huiying didn't believe it.

"You see, you still don't believe it; if I hadn't suggested to Old Uncle Sun to hire a female foot‑massager, would you have this chance?"

"To be precise, I'm your provider; how can you not be grateful? Letting you fix my feet is your honor."

Li Huiying pursed her lips and had to sit down obediently to fix his feet, because Lu Cheng was the guest.

If she had other options, she wouldn't come here to fix men's feet.

During this period, to avoid the Street Office urging her to go to the countryside for labor teams, she kept hiding at a relative's house.

Yet every household struggles, lacking clothes and food, and she kept a thick skin staying this long, when a relative saw the public bathhouse recruiting female foot‑massagers and encouraged her to give it a try.

At first, she obviously refused; how could a young lady fix men's feet?

But the relative said, you can't rely on others forever; besides, working at the public bathhouse still comes with a position.

In the end, seeing the job security, she came.

However, with this job, marrying a high‑ranking official's child is impossible; no one would take a foot‑massager as a wife.

Since marrying a high‑rank official's child is out, she can only lower her standards, but even then she needs someone comparable.

And Lu Cheng seems to be that kind of "comparable" person, because this guy works in the Railway department.

Li Huiying opened the wooden box beside her, which contained all foot‑treatment tools—nail‑cutting scissors, callus‑scraping files, etc. —a total of five or six items.

Li Huiying just lifted the small scissors, Lu Cheng sat up straight and hurriedly moved his foot.

"Hey, disinfect it; you're being too unprofessional."

People who come here to bathe are from all Three Teachings Nine Streams, and if the tools aren't disinfected, it's easy to spread athlete's foot, intertrigo, and the like.

"You're quite particular!"

Although Old Master Wang told her to always disinfect before treating a client, Li Huiying was too lazy to do it each time; it's a hassle.

But Lu Cheng raised the point, so she had to comply, took out alcohol and soaked the tools for a while, then Lu Cheng extended his foot.

In his previous life, this woman had let him down; in this life, being able to sit here obediently to fix his feet feels simply wonderful.

Just as Lu Cheng was blissfully enjoying it, Li Huiying suddenly said, "Lu Cheng, let's make up."

It instantly made Lu Cheng tremble, and Li Huiying almost cut into his flesh.

"Ah, don't be so excited; I know you still think of me, otherwise you wouldn't have come over specifically to ask me to fix your feet."

Lu Cheng lay back down: "Big Sister, don't get the wrong idea; I have no feelings for you right now."

Li Huiying, while fixing his feet, muttered, "You just like to play hard‑to‑get, but now I've figured it out."

"As long as we both work well, you're in the Railway, I'm in the bathhouse, we both have positions, we can definitely make a good life."

Listening to Li Huiying's sincere confession, Lu Cheng felt nothing.

"Who told you I work in the Railway?"

Li Huiying paused her foot‑treatment, looked up, her face full of disbelief.

Suddenly, she smiled, thinking this must be Lu Cheng testing her.

When a man improves, he always has this temperament.

"That's fine; even if you're not in the Railway, whatever other unit you join, I'm still willing to make up with you."

Lu Cheng was surprised; he didn't expect Li Huiying to say that, but he quickly understood.

This woman is very clever; otherwise, in his previous life he wouldn't have been schemed against.

"Alright then, let me give it a couple of touches first."

Li Huiying glared, but quickly she told herself she must hold on; only by holding on can she pass the trial.

With a smile on her face, Li Huiying said, "Alright, I'm already planning to marry you, but before you touch me, you have to tell me which unit you work for."

Lu Cheng shook his head helplessly, "I don't have a unit."

"I don't believe you; you must be lying to me."

"Why would I lie? To be honest, I started at the Railway Bureau less than half a month ago, and I was fired for fighting."

Now Li Huiying believed him, because she knew Lu Cheng liked to pick fights, and she hadn't expected him to join such a good unit without shedding his old bad habit.

Li Huiying, furious, said, "You didn't give me the job back then; such a good chance, you didn't cherish it and wasted it, right?"

Lu Cheng pretended to look regretful, "Yeah, I do regret it now, but there's no regret‑selling medicine in the world, Ying Ying…"