Ten minutes after walking out, Jiang Nanfang compared several massage parlors and finally settled on one.
The decoration style had a touch of Chinese charm, and she stepped inside.
This was Jiang Nanfang's first time in Bali.
She only knew that the massages here were famous both at home and abroad, but she didn't know that many massage parlors on the island were actually owned by Chinese people behind the scenes.
For example, the one she had chosen, which appealed to her aesthetic, was because the owner was also from Nancheng.
Not only from Nancheng, but it was Huo Dongning.
It was a case of "beating a dead horse to death," and finding something without looking.
Seeing her enter her own shop, Huo Dongning quickly took out her phone to call her partner, her cousin.
Her cousin, having spent a long time in Korea, spoke fluent Korean.
Huo Dongning told her, "The one who just walked in is that annoying plastic surgery woman I told you about. She's very rich, so charge her ten times the price and rip her off."
Her cousin took the order.
Seeing Jiang Nanfang conversing with the English-speaking receptionist, she hurried over with a smile.
After speaking a few sentences of English as a pretense, she asked Jiang Nanfang.
"You're Chinese, aren't you? Although you don't have much of an accent, I can still feel a bit of a Chinese flavor. I'm Chinese too."
She didn't expect there to be so many Chinese people here.
Jiang Nanfang smiled.
Her cousin also smiled, chatted for a bit, asked where she was from, how old she was, and how beautiful she was, and started introducing her services.
"Your complexion doesn't look very good. Is your body a bit weak recently? How about I recommend our special traditional Chinese acupoint massage?"
After elaborating with some embellishments, which sounded quite reasonable for health preservation, Jiang Nanfang chose it.
"Okay, I'll take this one."
Normally, a simple massage would cost at most 488 yuan, converted to RMB.
Now she told Jiang Nanfang, "It's 4888 yuan in total."
Although Jiang Nanfang wasn't short of money, she still felt it was too expensive.
If this were in China, 4888 yuan would be enough to stay at a hot spring hotel for a day.
And it would include all sorts of services like dining and entertainment. How could just a foot massage be so exaggerated?
Seeing that she was so frugal and found the price too high, her cousin was afraid she wouldn't stay.
"It's not just a foot massage; we also have head and full-body massages."
"We'll serve tea and pastries in the middle, and since we're so fated, we can even let you try our sauna for free."
"After all, it's not easy to open a shop in this place, and this is really a very cost-effective price."
Seeing her sincere attitude, offering this and that, and also being from Nancheng, Jiang Nanfang agreed, thinking she should support her business.
"Alright then."
Watching her go in and sit down for the massage, her cousin hurried out to complain to Huo Dongning.
"What rich person? She found over 4,000 yuan expensive and almost left. I think she's just a cheapskate!"
"Indeed she's cheap, but she's also cunning. She knows how to act in front of men and please them."
"I can't stand people like her. Today, we must teach her a lesson and vent our anger."
"Then what do you want to do, sister?"
Huo Dongning said, "She was so ugly in school. The way she looks now must be due to plastic surgery!"
"Later, during the massage, pretend to slip and rub her face hard, preferably crooked her nose and chin, so she can't show her face!"
"What if her implants get crooked and she demands compensation from us?"
"What evidence does she have to prove it was us? If she wants to find us, will you just stand there and wait for her?"
That made sense.
Her cousin gave her a thumbs-up, "Anything else? Are we letting her off just like that?"
"Later, after everyone else has left, when she's in the sauna, lock her in alone and let her stew for a while."
"This damned woman, she made me lose so much face in front of Zhan Bei Jue last time. If I don't scare her to death today and make her beg me on her knees to let her out, I won't be able to quell my hatred!"
After they discussed it, her cousin returned to the room with a smile.
"Sister, how does the massage feel?"
Jiang Nanfang answered truthfully, "It feels ordinary. I don't feel like my meridians have been unblocked."
"Then come over and lie down. I'll give you a full-body relaxation and a head massage. Doing it from top to bottom, the feeling will definitely be different."
Her cousin applied massage oil to her hands and began to massage her all over.
When massaging her face, she deliberately probed with her fingers to see where implants had been placed or where hyaluronic acid had been injected.
As a result, she found nothing.
After probing everywhere, her skin felt bouncy and smooth everywhere, not stiff at all, with no signs of plastic surgery.
"Your nose is so straight, sister. You're so beautiful. Is it natural, or did a skilled doctor do it?"
In Korea, plastic surgery is something that doesn't need to be avoided.
It's common for people to exchange tips on cosmetic surgery, and Jiang Nanfang could understand that.
However, she had nothing to share.
After her cousin asked, she pushed her nose bridge with her hand, "It's natural. If you don't believe me, touch it. Doctors can't achieve this texture."
Her cousin quickly ran her hands up and down her nose bridge.
Indeed, it was natural, and it was impossible for her to misalign her nose bridge.
Then how could her cousin speak so confidently?
With a fake smile, she chatted with Jiang Nanfang and massaged her entire body before arranging for the sauna room.
Jiang Nanfang changed into a bathrobe and walked in. Her cousin sent all the service staff out and locked the door from the outside of the sauna room.
At first, the temperature was comfortable, and Jiang Nanfang lay on the chair at ease, letting her pores breathe freely.
However, after less than ten minutes, the temperature kept rising, making her so uncomfortable that she couldn't sit still and had to get up to add water to the heated stones.
After searching around, she found that there was no bucket of cold water in the room.
The small glass window above the room was tightly shut, and it was already steaming, making it impossible to see the outside.
Jiang Nanfang felt something was strange and prepared to walk over to open the door and ask a service staff member to see what was going on.
However, when she reached out and pulled a few times, the door wouldn't open, as if it had been locked from the outside.
Her sharp mind quickly reviewed everything that had happened since she entered the shop from head to toe. In less than half a minute, she realized that she had likely walked into a trap.
That woman had been suspicious from head to toe, and it seemed her ultimate goal was to lure her into the sauna room.
Could she have a grudge against her?
The room was getting hotter and hotter, and the floor was starting to feel hot on her feet.
Jiang Nanfang looked at the thermometer. The temperature was soaring, far exceeding what the human body could normally tolerate.
Locking her alone in the room? Calling out to heaven and earth yielded no response, and the temperature kept increasing. What were they trying to do?
Dry her out? Murder her?
Who hated her so much that they had to come all the way to Bali just to kill her?
But now was not the time to think about these things. The temperature was too high, and if she didn't find a way out quickly, she would suffocate here. The priority was to escape.
It was already four o'clock. Why hadn't Mommy come back yet?
The two children, tired from playing games, dragged Zhan Bei Jue out.
"Let's go find Mommy and get some fresh air, Daddy. Playing games all the time is bad for your health."
The three of them, dressed casually, ambled into the lobby.
As they passed the front desk, the receptionist called out to Zhan Bei Jue.
"Excuse me, sir, have you gotten your phone? A lady came a few hours ago to deliver your phone."