The massage bathhouse at Yingluo Manor.
As a century-old family estate, Yingluo Manor was actually established at the beginning of the century, thus retaining many architectural styles from the pre-Ming Dynasty, including gardens, flowing water, rockeries, and bamboo groves.
However, the residence of Jiang Yingji is a recently constructed, exquisite villa, which was also her love nest with Li Zhiyu.
Just like the villa built by Jiang Yingji, successive owners of Yingluo Manor have also constructed some unique buildings.
For example, the "Turkish massage bathhouse" where Jiang Yingji is currently located.
Surrounded by exquisite mosaic ceramic tiles, the floor is as smooth as a mirror, and the bathtub is sprinkled with red and blue rose petals, creating a dreamlike atmosphere in the rising steam.
Jiang Yingji wore a scarf that reached her chest, revealing half of her snow-white shoulders and two round, plump breasts. Their full, shapely contours not only created a deep, alluring cleavage, but the pert nipples also pushed the scarf high, fueling the imagination.
Her hair, which had only recently been showered, cascaded down her back like a silky black satin. The incredibly smooth, oily strands held only a hint of moisture, making them appear even more lustrous and radiant.
This was not merely due to proper care, but also to her natural beauty.
Below the scarf were two snow-white, smooth, porcelain-like legs. Their long, shapely, straight, and slender lines were too beautiful to be fully appreciated by the eyes alone; only by touching them with the hand and tasting them with the tongue could one begin to savor their exquisite beauty.
Beneath her slender, shapely calves were a pair of long, fair, smooth, bare feet with rounded ankles and slender toes. The tips and edges of her toes were a delicate pink, translucent and supple, in no way inferior to the meticulously polished ceramic floor beneath her feet.
As usual, Jiang Yingji lay down on the massage bed, resting her chin on her arm, closing her eyes, and waiting for the professional masseuse to arrive.
After a while, the scent of incense in the massage bath grew stronger, but the masseuse still hadn't appeared. Was the preparation time unusually long this time?
However, Jiang Yingji didn't blame the masseuse, who had been with her for over ten years since marrying a Turkish man and moving to China.
Because enjoying a massage was one of the few times she could truly relax.
For her, the weekly Turkish bath massage was less about maintenance and more about habit—a habit that allowed her a brief respite from the scheming and intrigue of daily life.
After all, no matter how outstanding her abilities, managing the Jiang family's vast nationwide empire, dealing with countless watchful eyes, and even maintaining strict security within her own home...
Like her own ancestor, the old monster Jiang Hua, nearly ninety years old yet still brimming with youthful vigor.
Smelling the relaxing fragrance, Jiang Yingji's thick eyelashes trembled slightly, her jade-like feet slightly bent, her calves gracefully strong and supple, her muscles and bones evenly proportioned like jade bows, her ankles and shins exceptionally slender and beautifully shaped.
Her ankles were rounded and delicate, her soles slender enough to be grasped in one hand, her ten pearl-like toes slightly curled, like a row of plump pink grapes, moist and soft, tempting one to kiss them.
Her jade-like feet curled alluringly, smooth and silky, the white and rosy soles folded with shallow, moist wrinkles, appearing tender and alluring.
Her jade-like toes trembled slightly before straightening, the delicate, curled white pads forming tiny, tender hollows, just large enough to fit a nose. One could only imagine the exquisite, intoxicating fragrance of inhaling deeply into those hollows.
Amidst the faint, sweet scent of roses, essential oils, and incense rising from the bathroom, a gentle, languid drowsiness washed over Jiang Yingji. Her thick eyelashes trembled, reluctant to open.
"Today's scent... hmm, slightly different..."
In her hazy state, this thought had barely formed in Jiang Yingji's mind when she heard soft footsteps. Perhaps due to the unusual fragrance, she didn't notice any difference in the sound compared to usual.
"Let's begin, hmm~"
Jiang Yingji's soft, pink lips twitched a few times, then suddenly parted slightly, letting out a long, melodious moan.
Suddenly, a pair of hands reached out and grasped her slender, shapely ankles. Then, they slid down, enveloping her delicate, rounded heels, like peeled boiled goose eggs. The smooth, powdery skin touched her slightly rough palms, sending a tingling, numbing sensation through her.
Especially those hands, they seemed unusually hot, not the damp heat of sweaty palms, but a strange, burning heat that made her involuntarily groan softly.
"Mmm~"
Those hands, holding her slender feet, continued to stroke downwards. The big toe slid across the smooth, tender sole, the fingers scraped across the soft, alabaster instep, and finally, the entire slender, jade-like foot was grasped, each delicate pink toe being gently kneaded.
Jiang Yingji buried her head in the long, slender, jade-like arms, breathing softly. With each tingling, numbing sensation from her feet, she let out a delicate moan, tilting her head back slightly, letting out a seductive whimper.
"It seems... the hands are a little... a bit big..."
But in her daze, Jiang Yingji didn't notice anything amiss. While the female masseuse's hands were fairly delicate, they were only on par with those of a second-generation rich kid like Xiang Anping. Compared to Jiang Yingji's skin, which was as tender as a baby's and as soft as water, they were "slightly rough."
Furthermore, the soft, languid body, the unusual atmosphere created by the incense, or perhaps more importantly, the inexplicable intimacy brought by the warm hands, prevented Jiang Yingji from thinking any further. She only wanted to linger in this strange feeling a little longer.
Xiang Anping held a pair of exquisite jade feet in his hands. Their unparalleled smoothness and suppleness resembled the soft skin of a baby, tender, soft, and slippery to the touch.
Long and shapely, they were the perfect size to be held in one's hand effortlessly. The delicate, pink pearl-like toes huddled together, trembling slightly. The soles were plump yet pointed like tender bamboo shoots, the arches gracefully undulating, the overall shape resembling delicate lotus petals.
Xiang Anping held her breath, afraid to even breathe unconsciously, for the beautiful jade feet in her hands were too alluring. It wasn't just their exquisite, elegant shape, but also their silky, soft touch.
Moreover, it was because of the identity of the owner of these jade feet—
This was the noble and aloof Queen of Shanghai, whom countless high-ranking officials and nobles coveted but could not obtain!
More graceful and supple than he had imagined, delicate and petite, the plump soles of her feet didn't look like they'd ever walked; even a newborn baby's feet probably couldn't compare.
Could this be achieved through skincare?
Xiang Anping had an answer in his mind, but it was no. As a notorious womanizer, Xiang Anping had slept with no fewer than a hundred women, but even with all his meticulous skincare efforts, daily milk baths, and constant caressing, he could never obtain such a pair of baby-soft, delicate feet.
"Hmm~"
Jiang Yingji suddenly lifted her foot back, her moist, delicate toes brushing against Xiang Anping's elbow, and wiggled her calf. Xiang Anping had never received a massage before and was slightly confused, but he quickly realized what was happening.
He had lingered on her feet for too long!
To avoid arousing Jiang Yingji's suspicion, Xiang Anping, though still reluctant to part with her soft, delicate feet, had no choice but to release them and begin to caress and massage upwards.
The Shanghai Queen's calves were evenly proportioned and long, porcelain-like and firm, extremely elastic. The curves of her calves were full and plump, with an astonishingly smooth and bouncy feel. Upon touching them, Xiang Anping was completely captivated, almost forgetting to massage them.