Jun Hao steered his deep, glossy blue Porsche Taycan smoothly along the winding road leading deeper into Yunxiu District. The further he drove, the quieter and more exclusive the surroundings became, until finally, ahead of him, a massive structure came into view. Even from a distance, it was impossible to miss—the private manor belonging to Yan Jingshu was unlike anything else in the area, standing solitary and imposing atop the hillside.

As he drew closer, the first thing that truly caught his attention and made him slow down was the boundary wall. It was not just an ordinary fence or barrier; it was a colossal, towering structure built from the finest polished granite and natural stone, materials of the highest quality that shimmered subtly under the daylight. The wall rose several stories high, thick and solid, stretching as far as the eye could see in both directions, creating an impenetrable fortress of privacy and grandeur. It was exactly like the descriptions of the most luxurious private residences and estates owned by the world’s wealthiest individuals—massive, majestic, and utterly overwhelming.

Jun Hao couldn’t help but let out a soft whistle of pure amazement, his eyes widening slightly in awe.

"Just the outer wall alone is already this magnificent..." he murmured to himself, genuinely impressed. "I haven’t even seen the house or the gardens inside yet, and just this boundary already looks like a palace."

He drove a little further until he reached the main entrance gate. The gate itself matched the wall perfectly—enormous, crafted from heavy, high-grade metal with intricate artistic engravings, tall enough to match the wall and wide enough to allow multiple vehicles to pass side by side.

But what struck him next was the security system. It was absolutely state-of-the-art, mirroring the strictest security protocols seen in the residences of billionaires, royalty, or heads of state. There were high-definition CCTV cameras mounted on poles, along the walls, and above the gate archway—dozens of them, covering every single angle, every inch of the road and entrance area, leaving absolutely no blind spots. License plate scanners and advanced motion sensors were clearly visible, glowing softly as they monitored his approaching vehicle.

And then there were the guards.

As soon as his luxury car began to slow down and roll closer to the gate, Jun Hao felt the atmosphere instantly shift. Sharp, piercing, and extremely alert gazes locked onto his vehicle immediately. Standing near the entrance were several men, all tall, broad-shouldered, and powerfully built, radiating a formidable aura of discipline and training. They were dressed identically in sharp, tailored black suits—professional bodyguard attire of the highest standard, immaculate and imposing. Fitted snugly into each of their ears was a sleek communication earpiece, proving they were constantly connected to a central command room deep inside the estate.

Their eyes followed his every movement through the windshield, sharp and assessing, treating his arrival with the utmost caution and scrutiny. A few of them began to step forward, moving with synchronized, confident strides, clearly preparing to approach the car and conduct a standard security check.

However, before those professional guards could even reach the side of his vehicle, Jun Hao acted first.

He stopped the car, turned off the engine, and calmly pushed the door open, stepping out smoothly and confidently. He was already fully dressed in his work attire—the standard uniform of Bailong Reflexology Center. As always, he had chosen the largest size available, yet the trousers still fit him tightly around his strong legs, and especially in the groin area, the fabric was pulled incredibly taut, bulging out prominently and distinctly, outlining his impressive endowment in a very obvious, eye-catching way that left nothing to the imagination.

He stood tall, carrying his professional equipment suitcase in one hand, looking relaxed and composed.

The moment Jun Hao stepped out of the deep-blue, gleaming Porsche Taycan, every single one of those highly trained, professional guards froze in their tracks. Their sharp, stern expressions instantly crumbled, replaced by a mix of utter shock, bewilderment, and plain disbelief. And behind those professional masks, there was even a hint of amusement and suppressed confusion visible in their eyes.

They exchanged quick, baffled glances with each other, then looked back and forth repeatedly between the magnificent car and the man standing in front of them.

The Porsche Taycan was indeed a stunning, high-end vehicle that looked quite impressive and dignified. Priced roughly between 7 to 12 million Yuan, it was certainly a car that only well-to-do people, wealthy young men, or successful professionals could afford. It wasn’t so expensive that it marked the owner as a billionaire or one of the richest men in the country, but it was definitely a respectable price tag. In fact, seeing a car like this arrive at such a grand private residence wasn’t strange at all; it was perfectly reasonable, and some of the guards even thought to themselves that he might simply be driving a vehicle lent or assigned to him by his boss or company, which made complete sense for a professional visiting such a place.

But that was exactly what made the sight so confusing and funny to them.

He drives a nice car—rich enough, looks decent, fits the place perfectly... but what on earth is he wearing?! 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

They simply couldn’t reconcile the image. He stepped out of a car that said "wealthy young man" or "professional trusted by his boss", but he was dressed in such a simple, ordinary service uniform. Worse yet, the uniform was clearly too tight for his physique—especially the trousers, which bulged out massively and awkwardly in the crotch area, looking very strange and eye-catching.

The contrast was jarring and ridiculous. It wasn’t that they were impressed by his status or thought he was super-rich because of the car—they knew exactly the price range and standing of that model—but seeing a man dressed like a humble therapist, with such an oddly tight and revealing fit around his lower body, stepping calmly out of a luxury sports car? That was the part that completely threw them off guard.

The bodyguards, used to dealing with serious, high-profile guests in expensive suits, stood there blinking, stunned and confused. They looked at him with a mixture of understanding—okay, he has money or works for someone big enough to lend him this car—and utter puzzlement—but why does he look so funny and mismatched? They were unsure how to assess or treat this strange figure who had just appeared before their gates.