The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 258: 258: The True Qi Blood Pill Freedom_1

Chapter 258: Chapter 258: The True Qi Blood Pill Freedom_1

“Miss Locke, I think you can push a bit harder.”

“I need to push harder? Oh, okay…okay.”

Greg Jensen sat on the yoga mat, his legs slightly apart, while Jophia Locke lay on his back, pressing down hard.

This time, Greg Jensen didn’t simply lie down; instead, he secretly exerted strength to hold Jophia Locke up, pretending that he couldn’t bend down.

Jophia Locke indeed took the bait, leaning her entire body on him and gritting her teeth as she pushed, seemingly trying to reclaim the dignity of being a personal trainer.

Feeling the softness on his back, Greg Jensen’s heart blossomed with joy.

Wasn’t this more comfortable than a massage?

No wonder so many men and women love to frolic in the gym; it really is delightful.

A simple hip opening exercise, and the two of them played for more than half an hour; Greg Jensen was completely unfazed, while Jophia Locke was left panting and exhausted.

Her usually cool face now had a hint of blush, and fine beads of sweat trickled down her cheeks, looking as if she had just exercised, charming and alluring.

“Shall we take a shower?”

“Uh, okay.”

Greg Jensen led Jophia Locke to the master bedroom, saying, “Use my bathroom; there are clean towels in there.”

“Hmm, okay.”

Jophia Locke did as told and walked into the bathroom for a quick rinse, and indeed, she saw the snow-white towels nearby.

Thinking that Greg Jensen might have also used this towel, Jophia Locke suddenly felt an odd sensation rising in her heart.

The towel’s soft texture was like a rough hand brushing across her delicate skin.

Jophia Locke felt all her pores open, her body involuntarily trembling.

“Mmm…”

She moaned softly, dazed for a long time, and then let out a long sigh.

After drying off, she suddenly realized something was amiss: she had taken a shower, but her clothes were still outside.

The yoga outfit she had brought in was drenched in sweat and no longer wearable. She couldn’t possibly go out wrapped only in a towel, could she?

Just as she was at a loss of what to do, a knock at the door suddenly sounded.

“I’ve left your clothes on the washstand outside, you can come out and get them.”

“Oh, okay…okay.”

Jophia Locke carefully opened the bathroom door, peeked through the crack to make sure no one was outside, and then ran out wrapped in the towel.

Seeing her neatly stacked clothes on the washstand, and especially her undergarments on top, Jophia Locke’s heart started pounding wildly.

Her cheeks, already flushed, turned even more vividly red.

At that moment, her mind was fixated on three words—He touched them!

Moments later, she was fully dressed, but the thought that her clothes had been touched by Greg Jensen filled her with a strange feeling.

It was as if his large hand was still lingering on her skin, gently caressing her, stirring up the deepest fire within her.

Her throat felt dry, and she unconsciously swallowed, took a deep breath to calm herself, and then pushed the door open to leave the bathroom.

“Coach Locke seems to have gotten even more beautiful,” Greg Jensen said with a teasing smile.

“Ah, really…have I?”

Jophia Locke touched her cheeks, her heart beating even faster.

Greg Jensen laughed, “Of course, you’ve become even more womanly than before.”

“Err, thank you for the compliment.”

Listening to Greg Jensen’s compliments, Jophia Locke’s instinct was to resist, but she didn’t find it outrageous; in fact, she felt a little pleased inside.

What she didn’t know was that compliments can create goodwill, especially when someone is filled with negative emotions like guilt, confusion, or a lack of confidence—the pleasure brought about by such compliments becomes even stronger.

Greg didn’t continue on this topic but instead changed the subject, “Trey just made some cakes, let’s go out and have a bite.”

“Oh, okay.”

Jophia Locke replied somewhat awkwardly and followed Greg into the tea room.

“Boss, what tea would you like to drink? I bought some Tieguanyin and Da Hong Pao, and also some ripe Pu-erh.”

“Ripe Pu-erh.”

“Okay, boss.”

The tea room’s decor continued the house’s overall simplistic and refined style, unlike some coal bosses who’d get an enormous tree root for a tea table, tacky to the extreme.

Cloaked in the name of rugged artistic beauty.

There was only an oak tea table by the window in the tea room, set with a tea set and a freshly baked small cake, already cut into small pieces.

The cake was sprinkled with chopped nuts and looked temptingly sweet and fragrant.

Trey sat behind the tea table, warming cups and rinsing tea with smooth practiced movements, dazzling Jophia.

A moment later, the clear and red tea liquor was poured into the cups.

Trey pushed a cup towards Jophia with a forced smile, “Miss Locke, please…”

“Thank you.”

Jophia took a sip from her cup, finding the tea fragrant and leaving a lingering taste on her lips and teeth; her slightly tense heart finally calmed down.

Knowing that Trey wasn’t good at socializing, Greg proactively smiled at Jophia, “Eat the cake, don’t be shy, make yourself at home.”

“Oh, okay.”

Jophia picked up a piece of cake and took a bite, couldn’t help but look at Trey in surprise, “Did you make this? It’s incredibly delicious.”

Trey managed a stiff smile, “Hmm, I’m glad you like it, Miss Locke.”

“How long did you learn to make it?”

“Not very long, it’s simple once you get the hang of it…”

Women are naturally interested in all kinds of crafts, and Jophia was no exception. Upon learning that the cake was made by Trey herself, she immediately became interested and started a conversation with her.

Greg looked at Trey responding in agony and couldn’t help but chuckle internally, then picked up a book to read while sipping his tea.

He pretended not to see Trey’s pleading eyes for help.

The first phase of the adaptation therapy had begun.

Jophia was a person who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside. Though she seemed aloof, she could talk all afternoon about a topic she found interesting.

Not until four or five o’clock did she get up to leave.

After Jophia left, Trey let out a long sigh of relief as if she had been through a major battle, her whole body drenched in sweat.

Seeing her like this, Greg couldn’t help but burst into laughter and returned to his own room.

Trey, deviating from her usual cold demeanor, glared at Greg’s room door and muttered, “Heartless boss, this is too much!”

In the following days, Jophia came every afternoon to help Greg with training and later started chatting with Trey.

Every time, Trey would send Greg pleading looks for help.

Greg enjoyed it and naturally did not intervene.

Trey was in agony but there was nothing she could do about it.

The business at Dreamscape Garden remained booming, with daily sales now stable at one hundred twenty thousand.

Based on this amount, the annual sales would be more than forty million, and profits would surely exceed twenty million.

“I’ve finally achieved Qi Blood Pill independence.”

Greg took a long breath, a relaxed smile on his face. The monthly profits of nearly two million from Dreamscape Garden were just enough to satisfy his Qi Blood Pill needs.

Meanwhile, at Peach Blossom Supermarket, there was also a monthly income of three to four hundred thousand, enough to cover the daily expenses.