Long reprint: The Road to Love Exchange, Chapter 87

Chapter 87
The proprietress entered with a beaming smile.

“Sir, Madam, I’m so sorry, all the staff are busy right now. Shall my husband and I help you?”

“Oh, we’re so lucky! The boss and his wife have come to serve us personally.” I said with a smile.

“Hehe, sir, you flatter me. No boss or boss's wife, we’re just a bit more professional. When there are many customers, we have to do it ourselves; it happens often.” The proprietress said.

“You must both be from this line of work, right? Your technique and strength should be fine.”

“That’s right. I’ve been doing this for over ten years, and my husband has been for over twenty.” The proprietress pointed to the boss serving his wife beside her. The boss didn’t say anything, just smiled sheepishly.

"Really? I can't tell! How old are you, ma'am?"

Before the proprietress could answer, my wife chimed in, "Oh, how can you ask a woman's age so directly? That's so rude."

The proprietress chuckled, "It's alright, I'm not that old, there's nothing wrong with saying it. I'm 39, and my husband is 44."

"Hehe, your husband is certainly that old, but as for you, ma'am, you look no more than 35."

My compliment made the proprietress's eyes crinkle into crescents, adding to her charm.

The proprietress just kept smiling sheepishly.

After all the preparations were done, we began to receive the services of the two most senior and experienced technicians in this foot massage parlor.

We were both wearing long pants today, and to avoid getting wet, we rolled up our trouser legs. The proprietress's technique was indeed worthy of her more than ten years of experience; the kneading on the instep and the pressing on the sole were very well done.

"Sir, you can tell me if you have any requests regarding the pressure, whether it's stronger or lighter."

"Hmm, it's fine as it is now, you can ask her." I said, pointing to my wife.

My wife was lying down looking at her phone, and judging from her expression, she seemed to be enjoying it.

"I'm in the same

boat too. Boss, you're really something! If you pressed any harder, I think I'd scream." "Miss," the boss, who had only smiled and remained silent until now, finally spoke, "I can tell how much pressure to use just by looking at your feet. You probably don't come for foot massages often, so I only used three-tenths of my strength."

"Only three-tenths?" My wife seemed incredulous.

"Boss, she doesn't believe me. Try adding two-tenths."

The boss tentatively looked at my wife, who remained noncommittal, seemingly eager to try. So the boss decisively increased the pressure, and my wife's expression instantly changed. She let out a scream and quickly shouted, "Stop, stop, stop! Lighter, lighter! The usual is fine!" This made us all burst into laughter.

"Sir, are you two a married couple or lovers?" the boss's wife initiated the conversation.

"What do we look like to you?"

The proprietress lowered her head and thought carefully. "Sir, you look to be under thirty, and that lady is even younger, maybe 25 at most. I bet you're still dating and not married yet."

The wife chuckled upon hearing this.

The proprietress was a little embarrassed. "Huh? Did I guess wrong?"

"Proprietress, actually I'm married, but not to her, to her sister. She's my sister-in-law. We just hang out sometimes."

The proprietress looked surprised. The wife couldn't help herself and grabbed a towel, throwing it at me. "Proprietress, don't listen to him. He's drunk tonight."

The proprietress then realized she'd been tricked and, in a moment of panic, slapped my shin. "You lied to me!" But after hitting me, she felt it was inappropriate and apologized repeatedly.

I was laughing so hard I was almost out of breath, waving my hands repeatedly. "It's okay, it's my fault. I just like to talk nonsense when I see pretty women."

The proprietress blushed when she heard this, but her expression was clearly happy.

"Do you have children?" I asked.

"Yes, my eldest daughter is 19 and my youngest son is 12. What about you?"

"We haven't had any yet." "

That's normal. People in the city have children later. You have to focus on your careers. Some of our customers didn't have children until after forty."

"Yes, you have it so good. You have a shop and don't have to worry about workplace pressure and competition." I was actually a little moved.

"We envy you guys. You white-collar workers go in and out of the office every day and get a fixed salary every month. What about us? We work from dawn till dusk every day. If business is good, it's fine, but if it's bad

, we're frantic. There are so many foot massage parlors around now, the competition is fierce, and we're under a lot of pressure. Rent, utilities, employee salaries—sometimes at the end of the month, we don't even earn as much as our employees." "Yes, every family has its own problems. The pressure in big cities is just that high. Do you guys have any entertainment?"

"Just kidding, we don't have time for entertainment. We're so busy. When we have free time, we just rush to sleep and rest. To be honest, we're almost out of 'that' either." The proprietress was straightforward, and before she knew it, she had revealed her private matters. The proprietress glared at her, and secretly stuck out her tongue, showing a playful side beyond her years.

At this moment, my wife inappropriately leaned in, "What's gone?"

The proprietress chuckled sheepishly.

"Don't ask so many questions, kid." I gave her a playful glare.

My wife realized she might have asked something inappropriate, glared at me, and then fell silent. An awkward silence fell over the room.

"Boss lady, you two are so busy, aren't you afraid your husband will go out and have some fun after suppressing his desires for so long?"

The boss lady wrinkled her nose and snorted. "Ask him, even if you gave him money, would he dare?"

"Heh, he wouldn't dare, but would you?"

The boss lady was a little embarrassed by my question, while the boss just stood there grinning silently.

"You're going too far, asking everything," my wife protested.

I shrugged. "This isn't some pornographic topic, it's a very real social issue, okay? Food and sex are basic human needs, but we Chinese are too reluctant to talk about them. Everyone suppresses their needs, and over time it'll make you sick."

"Hmph, you think you know everything," my wife said, making a face at me.

"Oh dear, what good is it if I dare? I'm an old woman, who would want me?"

"Don't scare me, ma'am! You're still in your prime, aren't you? These days, what woman under sixty or seventy would call herself an old woman? Don't you think so, brother?" I teased the boss again.

The boss chuckled, "Hehe, she looks much younger than me. Some customers even think she's my daughter."

"Brother, your wife is so young, that's your blessing. Don't neglect your wife's needs now because you're busy. In a few years, when she remembers, her body won't be able to handle it."

The boss always had a smile on his face, whether he was speaking or not. "Hehe, busy, so busy that I don't even think about that."

"Brother, I think you're a normal man. Don't tell me you've lost interest in women."

"Oh dear, well, after a while, I stop thinking about it, and if I don't think about it, I lose interest. I'm just too busy."

"Brother, let me ask you something. Do you even have any interest in women like my wife now?"

My wife glared at me again.

This time, the boss didn't say anything, just chuckled.

"Look, sister, your husband isn't telling the truth

," the boss's wife sighed. "That deadbeat, you can't get a word out of him. He's said quite a lot to you today."

"Sister, don't mind him. Let me tell you more. He said he's not interested in women anymore. So, are you still interested in men?"

"Yes, I am interested in handsome guys like you." The boss's wife laughed after saying that. It seemed my boldness had influenced her as well.

"Okay then, if you're interested in me, how about I keep you company?" My words stunned the boss's wife. She stopped what she was doing, looked at me first, then at the boss, and then at my wife. My wife was looking at me with a strange expression, seemingly trying to figure out if I was just drunk or if I had some other intention. The boss, however, still wore his signature silly grin, continuing to knead my wife's feet as if he hadn't heard us. Perhaps he was used to being teased by customers and had become numb to it.

The boss's wife only paused briefly before continuing, "Sir, you're joking, aren't you? Your wife is so beautiful, why would she be interested in an old...old woman like me?"

"What if I'm not joking?" I said, glancing at the boss, who remained completely calm. I figured the boss's wife was about to explode with anger.

The proprietress's movements slowed noticeably; she seemed somewhat flustered. "Sir, let's talk about something else. It's not appropriate for my husband to be here."

"Ma'am, look, your husband isn't reacting at all."

The proprietress lowered her head, glancing back and forth between us. "Sir, I'm begging you, let's not talk about this anymore."

I chuckled. "Then I'll just say one last thing, this is what I asked you, sir." I turned to the proprietress and said seriously, "Sir, I'm not joking now. Let my wife keep me company, and my wife will keep you company, right now. Are you willing?"

The proprietress covered her mouth in surprise, her wife stared at me blankly, and the proprietress finally stopped grinning foolishly. "Sir, please stop joking. Just let us finish our service in peace."

“Let me double-check with you two. I’m not joking. Why don’t you go outside and discuss it? Come back and let us know when you’ve reached a decision. If you’re willing, we’ll settle things here. If not, we’ll pay and leave after the service. It’s that simple.”

My wife gently questioned me, “Are you drunk?”

I smiled slightly at her and said, “What do you think?”

My wife finally realized I was sober, but she was still very shocked by my idea.

Now it was the owners’ turn to stare at each other. Through my conversation with the owner’s wife, I realized she was a woman who lacked sexual satisfaction, and she would definitely accept me. As for the owner, needless to say, I was confident that no normal man could refuse my wife.

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