Jun Hao pushed the door shut behind him, stepping into the quiet comfort of his private room. He placed the largest set of therapist’s uniform he had just taken from the cabinet onto the bed. Now that he was about to head out and serve a client, and not just any ordinary client, but someone of immense wealth, influence, and power—the daughter of his boss’s father’s closest friend—Jun Hao felt that merely changing clothes wasn’t enough. He understood the weight of the appointment and decided that absolute cleanliness and freshness were the proper forms of respect and preparation.

"I better clean myself up thoroughly first," he muttered to himself. "It’s better to be fresh and spotless when meeting someone of such high standing."

He walked into the private bathroom attached to his room, turned on the water, and took a long, refreshing shower. He washed away every trace of dust and sweat, making sure his body was perfectly clean, smooth, and fragrant, using high-quality soap and scented body wash that left a lingering, fresh masculine scent all over his skin. He wanted to be in his best condition, physically and hygienically, before stepping foot into that prestigious private residence.

Once he was done, he dried his strong, well-sculpted body carefully and walked back out to put on his work attire. He took the largest size uniform available—a loose-fitting shirt and matching trousers made of soft, comfortable fabric—and put them on one by one. He buttoned it up neatly and adjusted the collar, ensuring he looked professional and tidy.

He then walked over to the large full-length mirror on the wall to check his appearance. Jun Hao stood straight, looking at his reflection from head to toe. The uniform fit his broad shoulders and muscular chest perfectly, showing off his sturdy, well-built frame. However, just like it always happened, no matter how large the size he chose was, the trousers were never quite big enough for him around the lower part.

As he looked down, he saw that the fabric around the groin area was pulled extremely tight, stretching visibly and bulging out prominently, clearly outlining his size and shape underneath in a very obvious, distinct manner. The material clung closely, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination, highlighting his natural endowment perfectly. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Jun Hao smirked slightly, tilting his head as he admired his own reflection. He didn’t mind it at all; in fact, he felt quite satisfied and confident seeing how impressive and masculine he looked. It was simply a part of who he was, and he knew very well that this distinct feature of his never went unnoticed. He adjusted his pants slightly, making sure everything was comfortable, then turned away from the mirror, ready to leave.

He opened the door and stepped out into the corridor, walking calmly toward the reception area at the front. As usual, the moment he appeared, the atmosphere seemed to shift slightly. Wherever he passed, heads turned. Female customers sitting in the lounge area, female staff members walking past, and even other clients waiting for their sessions—all of their eyes naturally gravitated toward him. They stopped their conversations, their gazes lingering on his handsome face, his tall, sturdy posture, and especially that distinct, eye-catching bulge in his uniform trousers that swayed slightly with every step he took.

Whispers and soft giggles could be heard here and there, filled with admiration and obvious interest. Jun Hao paid them no mind, walking with a relaxed, unhurried stride, acting as if he was completely unaware of the attention he was drawing, though deep down he knew exactly how much he stood out.

He reached the reception desk where Guo Ying was already waiting for him, looking much more relaxed now that the problem had been solved.

Jun Hao stopped in front of the counter and asked straightforwardly, "Where is the bag? Where is the equipment case?"

Guo Ying immediately bent down and lifted the sturdy, professional suitcase she had prepared earlier, sliding it across the counter toward him.

"Here is the case right here," she said with a bright smile. "Everything is inside—oils, lotions, towels, and all the necessary tools. Also, I have placed your official identification card inside the side pocket. It serves as your official credential showing that you are a licensed therapist from Bailong Reflexology Center. Make sure you keep it with you and show it at the gate or entrance when you arrive; you will definitely need it for verification before they let you enter the private residence."

She tapped her fingers lightly on the surface of the desk, adding, "And regarding the customer’s full details, the exact address, and her personal information... I won’t tell you verbally right now. I have sent all of that straight to your mobile phone via text message just a moment ago. Check your phone, you should have received it by now."

Jun Hao nodded, gripping the handle of the heavy suitcase firmly, feeling the weight of the professional kit and the importance of the ID card inside. "Alright then. I’m heading off now."

"Okay! Drive safely on your way there, Jun Hao," Guo Ying replied warmly, waving her hand. "And thank you again for helping us out of this tight spot today."

Jun Hao simply gave her a thumbs up, turned around, and walked out of the center, carrying his case confidently. He walked across the pavement toward the parking area, his mind already focused on the journey ahead and the ID card resting safely inside his bag.

He approached his vehicle—the stunning Porsche Taycan, painted in a deep, glossy blue color that shimmered beautifully under the light, looking sleek, powerful, and incredibly luxurious. He unlocked it, placed the heavy suitcase carefully in the passenger seat, and then slid himself into the driver’s seat. The interior was spacious and high-tech, perfectly matching his impressive physique and style.

He had just closed the car door and was about to insert the key to start the engine when a soft ding sound came from his pocket. His mobile phone had just received a new notification.

Remembering what Guo Ying had said, he took out his phone immediately and unlocked the screen. It was indeed the message she had sent, containing all the detailed information about the client in Yunxiu District.

Jun Hao began to read through the text slowly, carefully absorbing every single detail written there.

First, clearly written at the top was the full name: Yan Jingshu.

Right below it was her age: 38 years old.

Then came the location and description: "Residence: Private Manor, Yunxiu District. The address is listed below. You will not get lost or confused because this private residence is the only building of its kind in that specific zone. It is a massive, magnificent, and sprawling estate, enclosed by extremely high and wide boundary walls that stretch far into the distance. It is unmistakable, as it is the sole property of that scale and grandeur belonging solely to this billionaire lady."

As Jun Hao read these lines, learning her name, her age, and realizing just how enormous and exclusive her private estate was—being the only one of its kind there—his eyebrows lifted slightly. He let out a low, soft sound of mild surprise, nothing dramatic or exaggerated—just a simple, quiet reaction to the realization of exactly who and what he was going to face.

"Hah?"

That was all. Just a small, ordinary expression of surprise as he finally grasped the full picture. He hadn’t realized until now that she was already thirty-eight years old, nor did he imagine that her home was such a colossal, isolated mansion standing alone within its own massive grounds. But after that tiny moment of surprise, his expression quickly returned to calmness and confidence.

Yan Jingshu... 38 years old... living in that huge, solitary mansion... he thought to himself, storing the information firmly in his mind.

Jun Hao locked the screen of his phone, tossed it onto the seat beside him, and gripped the steering wheel firmly. A faint, confident smile appeared on his face. He was fully prepared now, knowing exactly who he was going to meet and where he was going.

He turned the key, the powerful engine roared to life with a deep hum, and Jun Hao shifted the gear, driving his magnificent deep-blue Porsche smoothly out of the parking lot, heading straight toward the prestigious Yunxiu District and the one and only magnificent private manor waiting for him high up in the hills.