After Returning to China, the Female CEO Actually Gave Me a Daughter Section 33

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"I used to get back pain too."

Tang Chen's hands didn't stop moving as he spoke softly. "Later, I met a Chinese medicine doctor whose massage techniques were superb. Every time, they eased my pain quite a bit. After getting massaged over and over, I more or less learned how to do it myself."

Back when he first went abroad.

Tang Chen had started out exhausted to the point of collapse every single day.

Prolonged illness makes the patient a doctor.

Someone who's had enough foot massages can sometimes be more skilled than the masseur themselves...

"Mm..."

Shen Qingyan wanted to respond.

But as Tang Chen's hands pressed down, her voice twisted a little.

Instantly.

Her face flushed even redder, and she lowered her head, burying her whole face in the sofa.

Only when she realized that Tang Chen didn't seem to react to that sound did she finally breathe a sigh of relief...

"Still, while massage can ease it, to truly get rid of this symptom, you need to stick to daily exercise."

From behind her ear, Tang Chen's voice continued.

"How about this: from now on, every Monday through Friday, after I pick up Yaoyao, I'll come exercise with you for an hour..."

Hearing Tang Chen's gentle voice, a wave of deep gratitude welled up in Shen Qingyan's heart. Her nose stung a little, and she answered in a muffled tone, "Okay!"

"Dad, can I join?"

Tang Yao raised one hand high from the side.

"Of course you can."

"Sure!"

Tang Chen and Shen Qingyan spoke almost in unison. Shen Qingyan instinctively turned her head to look back, and Tang Chen was already watching her. Their eyes met, and they exchanged a smile.

He continued pressing on Shen Qingyan's smooth back—smooth enough to feel even through her clothes. If anyone who knew Tang Chen saw him giving a massage, they'd be shocked enough to drop their jaw.

But Tang Chen just kept smiling knowingly.

Ever since they left the kindergarten, he'd clearly noticed that Shen Qingyan wasn't as resistant to him anymore.

Still, Tang Chen knew this was only the beginning...

He still had a long way to go.

But obviously.

Having a start was already incredibly good news.

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A wave of comfort kept washing over her.

Without realizing it, Shen Qingyan drifted off to sleep.

Tang Chen looked at her sleeping face, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Tang Yao saw this from the side and let out a knowing, mischievous grin.

"Giggle..."

"Shh!"

Tang Chen made a hushing gesture at her, and she quickly covered her mouth with both hands, but her big eyes were still curved like two crescent moons...

Shen Qingyan felt her consciousness blur.

When she came to again, she realized more than half an hour had passed.

And the gentle pressure on her back was still continuing.

Tang Chen had been massaging her for half an hour!

Startled, she quickly sat up and said, "I'm much better now, Tang Chen. You don't need to keep going."

Since she was already up, Tang Chen had no choice but to stop.

Tang Yao propped her chin up from the side. "Mom, you were sleeping so soundly just now!"

"I..."

Shen Qingyan's toes curled inside her slippers. "I'll go cook."

She stood up to head toward the kitchen, but as soon as she got up, Tang Chen grabbed her wrist.

"You've just started feeling better. Don't tire yourself out. Let me handle it." Tang Chen stood up with a smile, and before Shen Qingyan could say anything, he had already made his way to the kitchen without further argument...

"Mom, come watch TV with Yaoyao!"

Tang Yao, reading the room, sidled up and wrapped her arms around Shen Qingyan's.

Shen Qingyan nodded and pulled the little girl close by the shoulder.

The TV came on, playing Tang Yao's favorite cartoon, and soon the little girl was absorbed, watching with relish.

But Shen Qingyan's gaze stayed worried, constantly flicking toward the kitchen.

She was afraid Tang Chen didn't know how to cook and might mess up or hurt himself.

What she didn't know was that Tang Chen's cooking was excellent.

Even the top chefs who once cooked for him would have to concede defeat in his presence!

Before long, the little girl, lost in her cartoon, sniffed the air. "Huh? Smells good!"

Shen Qingyan caught the fragrant aroma wafting over too.

Both mother and daughter turned to look at the kitchen. Tang Chen came out holding a plate in each hand and set them on the dining table. "Time to eat!"

Tang Yao bounced off the sofa and ran to the table, face lit up with excitement. "Wow! It looks so good!"

She reached out to grab a rib.

She was really hungry.

But just as her little hand was about to touch the plate, Tang Chen stopped her and handed her a pair of chopsticks. "It's hot, sweetie. Use the chopsticks."

"Okay, thanks, Dad!"

She took the chopsticks, picked up a rib, and stuffed it into her mouth. Her eyes went wide, cheeks bulging as she mumbled, "Wow, it's really good! Mom, come quick! Dad's cooking is amazing!"

She waved eagerly at Shen Qingyan.

"Go wash your hands first."

Shen Qingyan patted her head. The girl immediately put down her chopsticks and ran to the bathroom.

By then, Tang Chen had brought out another dish, a bowl of soup, and a pot of rice.

Standing at the table, looking at the three dishes and one soup—perfect in color, aroma, and taste—Shen Qingyan was a little surprised.

She hadn't expected Tang Chen to know how to cook, let alone this well.

She picked up a bowl and served rice for everyone. Tang Yao, done washing her hands, ran back impatiently. The three of them sat down and began to eat.

Shen Qingyan took a bite with her chopsticks.

After tasting it, she realized Tang Chen's cooking was even better than she'd imagined, and her surprise deepened.

As she quietly ate her rice, she kept glancing at Tang Chen, her eyes full of curiosity.

He ran a sizable company, commanded respect from someone like Qian Teng, could cook, give massages, was handsome, and had a great build...

What kind of man had she run into back then?

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Shen Qingyan's thoughts swirled, and a strong sense of anticipation rose in her heart.

Anticipation for the life ahead with Tang Chen in it.

"So good! Dad, I'm so full!"

Soon.

Tang Yao patted her little belly and slumped back in her chair.

"Rest a bit after eating. Don't run around—it's bad for your stomach." Tang Chen said with a smile.

"Okay!"