Chapter 142: Yinling Wellness Center (8)
After the intense lovemaking that sent water splashing everywhere ended, Ji Ning was held by Jiang Ting, leaning against his chest as they continued soaking in the hot bath.
His arm was wrapped around her, gently caressing the red marks his hands had left on her body earlier.
Ji Ning looked up and nuzzled his refined chin, asking, "What are you this time? And how were you able to just walk in here freely?"
"Ahem…" Jiang Ting answered her with feigned seriousness. "I'm the supervisor. When I entered, I said I needed to attend to a young client."
"Do supervisors also have to serve people?" Ji Ning wrinkled her nose in confusion. How could they exploit a senior executive like this?
"Supervisors don't have to serve people. Unless it's a customer's request." Jiang Ting lowered his head and kissed the tip of her pert nose. "Remember when you go out, if anyone asks, just say you took a liking to the HR supervisor."
Ji Ning nodded obediently, smiling as she said, "Alright, I'll remember. It's because the supervisor was so handsome, had a big dick, and was so skilled that I forcefully demanded the supervisor sleep with me."
She made Jiang Ting laugh. He reached up and gently pinched her cheek, staring intently at her smiling eyes, his heart stirring restlessly, unable to resist the urge to kiss her again.
Just then, amidst the quiet surroundings, the two finally heard the vibration of a phone ringing from inside Jiang Ting's jacket, which he had placed on the counter.
Jiang Ting had no choice but to let go of Ji Ning, reach out for his phone, and saw that the incoming voice call was from Qin Yanshu.
He answered and put it to his ear. The voice on the other end opened with a flat question: "What are you doing?"
"What's up?" Jiang Ting, not wanting to complicate matters, bypassed the question directly, his voice deep as he got straight to the point.
Ji Ning leaned in next to Jiang Ting, almost cheek-to-cheek with him, and could also hear Qin Yanshu's voice through the phone.
Hearing how direct their conversation was, she guessed that these two probably knew each other before death and had a fairly good relationship. She even felt a little envious.
Perhaps afraid that walls had ears, Qin Yanshu didn't say anything specific over the phone, only saying, "Check the messages."
"Alright." Jiang Ting answered briefly, then hung up.
On the other end, Qin Yanshu looked at the two chat logs where he was still the one ending the conversation, coupled with Jiang Ting's voice which sounded thoroughly pleased. For some reason, he actually felt a slight twinge of annoyance.
Maybe it's because he's too anxious about the clearance mission, he thought to himself. He then closed his eyes to calm himself down.
Ji Ning looked at the message Qin Yanshu had sent on Jiang Ting's phone, then looked at her own—she had unread messages too.
Not just Jiang Ting's friend request and note, but also one from Qin Yanshu.
Number 9 Poker-faced Technician: I saw someone carrying a cold storage box upstairs.
Number 9 Poker-faced Technician: Tell Jiang Ting to check messages.
Although she saw that Jiang Ting had already replied to him, out of politeness, Ji Ning still responded as well.
Lemon Cake: Thank you, Mr. Qin, for letting me know. But, what is a cold storage box?
He replied to her quickly.
Number 9 Poker-faced Technician: Medical equipment that can be used to preserve organs.
Lemon Cake: Mr. Qin, you're so professional. How do you know about this?
Number 9 Poker-faced Technician: Forensic pathologist.
Seeing the two words he replied, Ji Ning was stunned for a moment, having never expected that Qin Yanshu's former profession before death was something so impressive.
But then again, thinking about his personality, there was indeed some professional influence there.
She asked again: Since such a professional cold storage box is being used, the contents inside must be of very high value. Could this be the key to the services provided upstairs?
Number 9 Poker-faced Technician: High correlation.
Just then, another discussion group popped up on Ji Ning's phone. The group only had three people.
Jiang Ting: Communicating this way is more efficient.
Jiang Ting: The information I've gathered is: the second floor serves regular female clients, the third floor serves regular male clients. The fourth floor serves Black Card VIPs. The fifth floor is unknown.
Lemon Cake: I saw Madam Ji took the elevator straight to the fifth floor. I'll try to find out later and see if I can get anything out of her.
Jiang Ting: Good. But be extremely careful. If you can't find out anything, that's fine, I'll think of another way.
Lemon Cake: I'll be careful, Boss Jiang. You be safe too.
This was the first time Qin Yanshu had seen Jiang Ting speak so gently and considerately.
He tapped back, closed the group chat interface, and exited the chat software. He didn't have anything to say anyway, and he might as well leave the space for the two of them.
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