..Tonight would prove to be even more....

The plane soared into the clouds, flew smoothly through the sky and landed safely on the tarmac.

It took only two hours for Wang Zhuo and his companions to arrive at San yuanpu Airport in southern Guizhou's Jihua City from Jiangzhou International Airport.

Along the way, they had heard enough complaints from passengers about China's National Development and Reform Commission and the state-owned petrochemical giants—the fuel surcharge kept rising, almost matching airfare prices now. "Do you want people to ride bicycles instead?" everyone grumbled as if planning a revolution against aviation travel.

Exiting the airport, the three quickly boarded a pre-arranged tour charter van. The Land Cruiser 4500 had decent performance though it couldn't compare to the Range Rover Evoque Wang Zhuo got for his father. Still, finding such a high-end vehicle on short notice was fortunate—though the price tag made one wince. The NDRC had just given everyone a New Year surprise after the winter solstice holiday by hiking oil prices, so nobody could really complain about transportation costs anymore.

The drive from San yuanpu Airport to Liuhe County was long and treacherous. Winding mountain roads consumed fuel like water while potholes made even cautious driving feel like being tossed around in a laundry basket. If they didn't pay handsomely for the service, nobody would risk this journey.

After six hours of relentless bouncing, Wang Zhuo checked his odometer to find only 300 kilometers had passed. The entire route was ruined by gaping holes on national highways—swerving caused dizziness and vomiting, straight driving felt like being thrown into a mortar. Qi Fei threw up twice while Guan Yingying fared worse; she vomited up her pre-flight breakfast until all that came out was clear water.

"This is called a national highway?" Wang Zhuo angrily urinated along the roadside near km 0 before kicking over an adjacent boundary stone for dramatic effect.

"Even if we kill two corrupt officials, who's going to fund road repairs?" The driver shrugged helplessly as he spread his palms in resignation.

Qi Fei and Guan Yingying exchanged uneasy glances at this revelation about state infrastructure funds disappearing into private pockets. Could their charitable donation have been similarly misappropriated for some official's luxury car?

Back in the van, the driver had just driven fifty meters when they turned down a slope to find two dented Jieti sedans parked along the road with three men conversing nearby. The county government officials must've been waiting here—the bend separating Wang Zhuo's urination spot from this location prevented them from seeing each other earlier.

The group exchanged knowing smiles at how close they'd come to embarrassing themselves by relieving themselves openly on the roadside for all county visitors to witness that night.

That evening, Deputy Director Kang of the County Education Bureau hosted a modest dinner at the government guesthouse for Wang Zhuo and his companions along with their temporary driver. Six dishes and one soup were prepared—nothing particularly luxurious but made with distinctive regional flair that satisfied everyone's taste buds. The deputy director gave off an approachable, incorruptible vibe, though it remained unclear whether this was genuine or merely a performance staged to impress visitors.

The trio stayed overnight at the government guesthouse. Qi Fei and Guan Yingying shared one standard room while Wang Zhuo and their driver occupied another. After the driver excused himself with promises of exploring town, Wang Zhuo went to check on his companions only to find them completely drained from the journey—each lay flat on the beds like broken marionettes refusing to move a muscle.

"Hey sis," he leaned over mischievously, "nightlife just began. What's with the lack of enthusiasm?"

Guan Yingying waved him off irritably, "Go away! Not everyone's as enthusiastic about adventures as you are. We're already lucky we made it here at all."

Wang Zhuo cheerfully poured water for both women before sitting beside Qi Fei to ask Guan Yingying worriedly, "We have school inspections tomorrow. You okay enough to make it?"

Guan Yingying sighed wryly, "Try to hold on through the pain—I don't think we can skip."

"Let me massage you," he offered with professional flair rubbing his palms together, "I guarantee a refreshing sleep that'll leave you feeling twice as energetic!"

"Cut the crap," Guan Yingying scoffed, "Before you do my back, show me how 'professional' you are on Qi Fei first."

Qi Fei was half-asleep when Guan Yingying's comment reached her ears. Just as she opened her mouth to protest, Wang Zhuo's fingertips found the exact pressure points between her shoulder blades with perfect force. The relief traveled through her muscles like warm sunlight melting snowdrifts.

Guan Yingying watched in astonishment as Qi Fei began humming softly along with his rhythmic pounding—a sound of pure pleasure that quickly lulled her into a dreamy stupor where she fell asleep mid-hum.

The transformation was so dramatic Guan Yingying nearly groveled before Wang Zhuo's feet. Just days ago this same man had no idea how to properly massage feet when they'd taken him along for reflexology in Jiangzhou. How did he suddenly master such advanced techniques? Had he secretly trained with a professional masseur or something?

Watching Wang Zhuo carefully adjust Qi Fei's position from prone to side-lying while tucking the blankets around her, Guan Yingying felt an unexpected pang of jealousy. So this was how it felt being pampered by a naturally attentive lover—who knew such treasures existed beneath Xiao Liuliang's reputation? After all, if Qi Fei only served as his secret mistress she must still be quite content.

"Ah-ah! Time to watch 'Countryside Love Story 8'," Wang Zhuo suddenly checked his phone theatrically preparing to leave.

Guan Yingying burst into giggles and tossed a tissue packet at him, "Sure sure, keep pretending."

"Aha? Any last instructions from my dear Miss Yingying?" he blinked innocently.

Guan Yingying flopped back dramatically with an annoyed swipe, "Shut up and come massage me already!"

Wang Zhuo smirked triumphantly as if this were his rightful reward. Sitting on her bed's edge, he shifted to the left corner forcing Guan Yingying to scoot over reluctantly while shooting him a disapproving glare.

"Where does it hurt?" he asked casually even as his "X-ray vision" scanned her back muscles with scientific precision—memorizing every contour and fatigue level for maximum efficiency.

After all, professional massage wasn't just about random poking around. It was the art of passive muscle movement to stimulate meridians and alleviate tension. With Wang Zhuo's supernatural ability to instantly analyze anatomical structures versus his competitors' years-long training regimens? The comparison didn't even deserve an asterisk in the footnotes.

Guan Yingying exhaled contentedly as his fingers worked magic across her lower back, "Everything hurts—my shoulders are stiff, my back aches, my legs feel numb and my head feels like it's about to explode!"

"Did your bottom hit the ground so hard it split into four pieces?" he teased while squeezing slightly higher with elastic resilience.

The sudden caress on her upper hip earned him a sharp slap across his hand before he moved back up along her spine to begin proper pressure point work. Now that Guan Yingying had relaxed, Wang Zhuo found himself in an increasingly uncomfortable predicament. His recent obsession with mastering x-ray vision abilities had left him physically unbalanced—Gan Lin was gone, Qi Fei remained unreachable as a secret lover and it had been nearly seven days since his last proper "release."

Massaging Qi Fei earlier had helped somewhat. The dual distractions of Guan Yingying's chatter and his familiarity with Qi Fei's body kept things under control. But now? Guan Yingying was completely different—despite their close friendship limited mostly to hand-holding during night walks or hikes, Wang Zhuo had never actually studied this particular physique before today.

Unlike plump Qi Fei or voluptuous Gan Lin, or petite Ji Qiong with their softer curves, Guan Yingying's athletic frame offered a unique combination of graceful elongation and taut muscular definition beneath supple skin. Her high energy levels hinted at hidden wildness just waiting to be unleashed—a challenge that made his blood boil with primal instincts for conquest.

Women who attracted men took many forms—there were the delicate Ji Qiong types easily overwhelmed into submission versus the Guan Yingying type he could theoretically battle until exhaustion, refuel with snacks and continue fighting through the night...and beyond.

As he gently massaged her back muscles, Wang Zhuo suddenly realized this sister-in-arms had a deceptive aura about her—her serene exterior masked an inner fire that could rival even the wildest elements if given half a chance to break free.

Of course he wouldn't dare provoke such potential! With his own romantic entanglements already spiraling into emotional chaos, adding another scandalous relationship would surely earn him a reputation as bad as his father's. The Wang family had enough disgrace in their history without new generations continuing the legacy through reckless behavior.

His lower half remained rigid and painful like an iron rod—trying to chant improvised mantras of self-restraint ("I feel nothing, I am calm...") did little good against the physical reality. Fortunately Guan Yingying finally drifted into a baby-soft sleep allowing Wang Zhuo to exhale in relief as he stopped his hands.

Observing her peaceful slumber with its innocent childlike quality, he couldn't help but smirk at life's unfairness—his self-inflicted torment versus her effortless satisfaction. But before exiting the room, he gave her bottom two satisfying squeezes as payment for his professional service while mentally justifying it as part of the massage package.

After adjusting his inner "camp" to adopt a more comfortable stance, Wang Zhuo left with exaggeratedly and a smug grin. The door locked with a soft click before Guan Yingying's half-lidded eyes fluttered open in silent rebuke at this final mysterious display of behavior.