Beauty Chairwoman’s Bodyguard Expert
Chapter 132 - 131 Lu Tianxing’s Cultivation Technique

Chapter 132: Chapter 131 Lu Tianxing’s Cultivation Technique

"Get out."

As the car neared Bai’s Group, Bai Zhiqing pulled over to the side of the road and coldly looked at Lu Tianxing, her tone icy and brooking no argument.

Lu Tianxing reluctantly withdrew his gaze and swept a look around, "Honey, we haven’t even reached the company yet. Why get out?"

"Hmph, get to the company? Dream on. Lu Tianxing, don’t think that just because my grandparents have approved of you, you’re my husband now. Get out of the car this instant; I don’t want anyone at the company to know about our relationship."

"Alright! I don’t care."

Lu Tianxing glanced at Bai Zhiqing, shrugged his shoulders, and directly opened the car door to get out—after all, it wasn’t too far from Bai’s Group; he could treat it as a bit of exercise.

After Lu Tianxing got out, Bai Zhiqing floored the accelerator and drove away.

Lu Tianxing was left speechless. He couldn’t figure out what he had done to offend Bai Zhiqing again—the woman was like a firecracker, quick to anger. Was it that time of the month? But the timing didn’t seem right. Menopause starting early?

He strolled leisurely to Bai’s Group. Lu Tianxing had initially intended to go to Bai Zhiqing’s office but then thought better of it and abandoned the idea—it was best not to provoke this woman when she was in such a state.

After some thought, Lu Tianxing turned around and headed straight to the sales department. With Lin Qianru’s instructions, he encountered no obstacles along the way and directly pushed open the door to the manager’s office and went in.

Lin Qianru wasn’t in the office; she must have been out for some reason.

Lu Tianxing wandered around the office and unceremoniously sat in Lin Qianru’s chair, pressing down hard to get the feel of it and mused, "Ah, this is great. It’s like sitting on cotton—completely different from the stiff chairs of the other employees. No wonder so many people are desperate to climb up the ladder; it feels completely different."

Musing to himself, Lu Tianxing scanned the surroundings and casually made himself a cup of coffee, propped his feet up on the desk, and while sipping his coffee, he casually picked up a magazine on the table and started flipping through it.

After just two pages, Lu Tianxing tossed the magazine aside—it was all about how a woman should dress and adorn herself, and he wasn’t a woman, so what was the use of reading it? He would rather read a Playboy magazine for something substantial.

Without ceremony, he turned on Lin Qianru’s computer intending to find a game to play; when he saw the computer screen, he was completely speechless. Other than some office software, there was nothing— not even a chat tool. How could one sit in the office all day without getting bored?

Lu Tianxing now understood why Bai’s Group had emerged from the pack to become one of Modu’s top conglomerates in just a few years. Sitting in an office with nothing to do, of course one would only think about how to eliminate the competition.

Just as Lu Tianxing finished his cup of coffee and intended to make another one, the office door was suddenly pushed open. Instinctively lifting his head, he saw Lin Qianru walk in, holding some files.

When Lin Qianru saw Lu Tianxing sitting in her place, she paused, surprised, "What are you doing here? Don’t you need to help the Chairman with work?"

Lu Tianxing smiled faintly, "What is there to handle? As the old saying goes, ’If you want something done right, do it yourself.’ The Chairman said he wanted to take a hands-on approach, so he doesn’t need my help. I came here to sit in your office instead, and besides, seeing you is my main priority right now—not helping the Chairman with his work."

Hearing this, Lin Qianru pursed her lips and feigned disdain, "Do you think I’m a three-year-old child? You think I’ll believe that? If you miss me so much, why have you been turning down my invitations repeatedly?"

Lu Tianxing’s face stiffened and he flashed an awkward smile. Recently, Lin Qianru had been inviting him over for dinner, and what would happen after dinner was something anyone could guess. Unfortunately, he’d been busy taking care of Bai Zhiqing and on guard against sudden attacks from assassins, so he hadn’t had time to go over to Lin Qianru’s place for dinner.

Moreover, Lin Qianru was a proud woman with a great figure, stunning looks, and wealth to spare. If it were any other man she had invited, he would probably have scurried off to her by now. Yet here was Lu Tianxing, doing nothing but rejecting her time and again. Being rejected so repeatedly would leave anyone in a foul mood, ready to tell him to get lost.

"What’s the matter, got mad?" Lu Tianxing leaned in, looked at Lin Qianru, and said.

"I wouldn’t waste my anger on a pervert like you!"

While Lin Qianru said this, her lips had already puckered up in a pout, the picture of someone who was indeed angry.

"Don’t be mad, okay? I’ve been busy lately, haven’t I? Plus, good wine should be sipped slowly. A great beauty like President Lin obviously deserves a special day to be ’devoured’."

Lu Tianxing walked over to Lin Qianru, disregarding the opposition in her eyes, scooped her into his arms, and sat down with her on his lap.

"Lu... Lu Tianxing, what... what are you trying to do? I warn you, this is the office, you better not try anything funny."

Lin Qianru’s face turned pale, and she looked at Lu Tianxing in panic, fearing that he would actually try something in the office. If word got out, she would have no more credibility in the sales department. As she spoke, Lin Qianru began to struggle fiercely.

"Sss!"

As Lin Qianru struggled, Lu Tianxing drew in a sharp breath, unable to resist giving her treasured~parts a firm squeeze as he said in a husky voice, "I’m warning you, stop moving around, or you can’t blame me if I decide to carry out justice right here in the office. Just sit still, and don’t move."

Feeling something, Lin Qianru’s face reddened further, even her earlobes turned bright red, and she dared not move anymore, whispering, "Lu Tianxing, don’t mess around. This is the company. If you really want to, we can go to my home tonight."

"Beautiful, is this what they call a ’booty call’ in the legends? Should we add each other on WeChat first?"

Lu Tianxing looked at Lin Qianru with a mischievous smile and said, "Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to you. I’ve seen how busy you’ve been these past few days, without taking any time to rest, so I want to reward you by giving you a massage to relieve some fatigue."

"Massage? You can do that? You’re not just looking for an excuse to take advantage of me, are you?"

Lin Qianru gave him a doubtful look, full of disbelief.

"President Lin, what kind of look is that? You might question my character, but you can never question my professional ethics. The famous ’Massage King’ of the streets from the past was me. Today, this young master will show you the ancestral massage skills."

Lu Tianxing pinched Lin Qianru’s cheek, raised his arm, brought his index and middle fingers together, and placed them on Lin Qianru’s temples, gently massaging them.

With the slow movement of his fingers, a gentle stream of True Qi followed his fingers into Lin Qianru’s body, helping to straighten her veins and relieve fatigue.

This was a special property of Lu Tianxing’s True Qi, both firm and gentle, which he had obtained after joining the army when he ventured into a cave in Shennongjia during wilderness training to save a comrade. Inside the cave, he stumbled upon a skeleton dressed in robes and obtained a cultivation technique from its grasp.

It was this cultivation technique that transformed him from an obscure soldier into a fearsome military blade feared by many and later into a top young master, known as the Judge. It had even saved his life on numerous occasions.

This cultivation technique was his true secret, called the "Creation Source Technique."

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