After Listening to What Inside My Mind the Female Leads Want to Flung Into My Harem-Chapter 195 – Isn’t this my big brother?

His fingertips gently traced across Yang Zhilan's back as he asked, "Does it still feel itchy?"

"No," Yang Zhilan shivered slightly.

She was quite sensitive on her back, even able to feel Tang Yu's breath brushing against her skin.

"Good, that means the last treatment worked well. But today, I'll start with a massage, and after that, we'll do some cupping."

Tang Yu rubbed his hands together and then paused.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Tang Yu suddenly stop, Yang Zhilan turned her head to look at him and asked.

"Today, I need to focus on the Shenzhu, Lingtai, and Zhongshu acupoints. Kneeling on the side isn't ideal for the massage, so I might need to sit on you."

Tang Yu explained.

[Oh, I hope she doesn't think I'm trying to take advantage of her.]

[But there's no other way to apply the right pressure.]

[If the technique is wrong, the massage will be useless.]

Hearing Tang Yu mumbling to himself, Yang Zhilan closed her eyes, her face slightly flushed, and said, "It's fine, as long as you're not trying to take advantage of me. Otherwise, I won't let you off."

"Who would dare? You're the future head of the Yang family, and I still need to rely on you," Tang Yu chuckled, carefully sitting on this tigress's back to apply the massage more effectively.

But once he sat down, the soft sensation made his heart flutter a bit.

Taking a deep breath to focus, Tang Yu began to concentrate on massaging Yang Zhilan.

After twenty minutes of intense massage, Yang Zhilan was covered in sweat, feeling comfortably drowsy, half-awake and half-asleep.

Tang Yu gently wiped the sweat off her back with a towel, then started the cupping therapy.

After finishing the cupping, Tang Yu covered her with a blanket and instructed, "Rest for half an hour, and I'll wake you up later."

"Mm..." Yang Zhilan responded peacefully, lying on the bed and falling into a deep sleep.

Once Yang Zhilan was asleep, Tang Yu went to wash his face.

Meeting someone familiar in the unfamiliar city of Yanjing was quite a pleasant surprise for him.

Otherwise, waiting around for Ye Qiu's foolish plot to reward him would be quite boring.

After all, plot events don't happen every day; sometimes, you have to wait ten days or even half a month.

Most of the time, the protagonist of an urban feel-good novel is busy with side plots, showing off and bullying minor characters, like security guards who don't know their place, salespeople who look down on others, idiots encountered while driving, or brainless punks trying to hit on his woman.

Thinking about the task given by the Divine Tree Little Loli, Tang Yu found it somewhat amusing.

If Ye Qiu found out he was being cuckolded, who knows what kind of expression he'd make.

"Long live the bull-headed king!" Tang Yu chuckled.

While Tang Yu was resting upstairs, the sound of a car horn came from downstairs, followed by the electronic doorbell ringing.

Tang Yu thought Yang Zhilan might have ordered some takeout, but when he went down, he found a young man in a suit at the door.

"Cousin, it's me," the young man called out with a cheerful smile at the doorbell.

Upon seeing the young man's face clearly, Tang Yu cursed inwardly.

Damn it, what a small world. Isn't this Han Mingxuan, that unlucky guy?

This guy had been thoroughly humiliated by Tang Yu back in Suzhou and Hangzhou.

At that time, Tang Yu had pretended to be Ye Chen's underling, calling himself Tang Beixuan, and had forced their family's bodyguards to break this kid's hand.

He originally planned to set a trap for Ye Chen, making him suffer in Yanjing.

Now that Ye Chen was dead, wouldn't he have to take the blame for this?

"Cousin? What's wrong?" Seeing Tang Yu not opening the door, Han Mingxuan called out in confusion.

Hearing him call out "cousin," Tang Yu remembered the connection between the Yang family and the Han family in Yanjing.

With a quick turn of his eyes, Tang Yu had an idea and opened the villa door to let Han Mingxuan in.

Han Mingxuan, holding a gift, didn't expect a dangerous person to be waiting for him.

He walked into the villa with a smile, just about to change his shoes, when Tang Yu, hiding behind the door, grabbed him by the neck and dragged him to the sofa.

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"Who the hell are you?" Han Mingxuan's face turned pale as he was suddenly attacked, about to shout.

Then he noticed a knife already pressed against his neck.

"Oh buddy, if you scream, I'll shove this thing right into your throat," Tang Yu threatened in a mock translator's accent.

Han Mingxuan was so scared that he clenched his buttocks, recognizing Tang Yu and cursing inwardly for his bad luck in encountering this bringer of misfortune.

"Mr. Tang, I... I won't scream. Let's talk this out. Killing me won't do you any good," Han Mingxuan pleaded, his voice trembling.

He was about to cough up blood in frustration.

What the hell is this?

Last time in Suzhou and Hangzhou, he was unlucky enough to encounter this calamity, but at least it wasn't his home turf.

After returning to Yanjing, he had reported the situation to his family elders.

The Han family immediately took precautions, spending a fortune to hire several Earth Realm experts to guard the house.

They even coordinated with other prominent families to investigate the Ye family.

After months of investigation with no results, the matter was eventually dropped, and he let his guard down.

Then he ran into this damn bringer of misfortune.

If he hadn't just gone to the bathroom, he would have wet his pants by now.

"Of course, I can't kill you. That would be too easy. See this knife coated in deadly poison?" Tang Yu licked the blade of the fruit knife and said, "Just one cut, and your whole body will rot and your skin will fall off..."

Han Mingxuan, a weakling and stereotypical second-generation wealthy villain, was no match for Tang Yu's insane intimidation.

He was so scared he was about to pass out.

Just as he was about to faint, Tang Yu decisively activated the Soul Capturing Eye.

This skill was useless against high-level ancient martial artists but worked wonders on ordinary people.

Soon, Han Mingxuan fell into a dazed state, lying on the sofa with a vacant expression.

"Before, we were enemies, but from now on, we're good brothers. When I say go south, you won't dare go north..." Tang Yu began to brainwash Han Mingxuan.

After the brainwashing session, Han Mingxuan finally came to his senses.

He opened his eyes wide, seeing Tang Yu, and stood up excitedly.

"Oh my, isn't this my big brother?"

"Hey, little brother."

"What are you doing here?"

"Nothing, just taking a stroll."

Han Mingxuan quickly pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered one to Tang Yu.

"Big brother, have a smoke first. Why didn't you let me know you were coming to Yanjing? The roads here are complicated, and outsiders can easily get lost."

"Forget it, I only smoke Huazi. Other brands irritate my throat," Tang Yu waved his hand, pulling out a pack of Huazi.

The two sat on the sofa, chatting away, completely forgetting they were at each other's throats just a moment ago.

After being brainwashed, Han Mingxuan no longer cared about the past events.

He even thought that men should get to know each other through their fists.

Tang Yu chatted with him for a while and learned that their family's old bodyguard had been fired, which saved him a lot of trouble.

Otherwise, he'd have to find an old man to bully and brainwash, which would be quite a hassle.

The Han family had considerable influence in Yanjing, being a first-rate family with some real skills.

Getting Han Mingxuan on his side could be quite helpful.

Especially since he was unfamiliar with Yanjing.

Besides, they were all villains in the end.

All destined to be defeated by Fortune's Chosen, so why fight each other? Let bygones be bygones.