Chapter 3: What Were You Messing Around With That Made You Come Back So Late?

Washing her toes was a thousand yuan each.

Naturally, this wasn’t a matter of just rinsing them with water.

Su Li still remembered the scene vividly.

Jin Ke’er sat above her, looking down with an amused glint in her otherwise icy gaze.

Physical disability often twisted a person’s psyche—Jin Ke’er was one of those cases.

Su Li had met people like her before, and was mentally prepared.

Jin Ke’er’s toes were full and round, maybe even fragrant, but Su Li didn’t feel much of anything.

She had kissed feet before she was quite practiced at it, actually.

To her, they were no different from chicken feet.

Compared to her job as an emotional therapist, this felt more like her real work.

After all, Su Li had once been a male lead in an underground escort circle.

A thousand yuan per toe, it was practically free money.

It just required her to be a bit more proactive than if she were taking a slap to the face.

Su Li didn’t refuse.

As long as the money was right, she would do whatever Jin Ke’er wanted.

Even if Jin Ke’er wanted to buy her life, it wouldn’t be an issue.

Though Su Li doubted she could afford that price.

Because Su Li helped clean her toes, Jin Ke’er actually showed a rare expression of excitement.

Today’s income: thirty thousand yuan—ten thousand for kneeling on the floor, another ten thousand for cleaning her toes.

That day, Jin Ke’er didn’t slap Su Li.

Su Li felt it was a bit of a loss; she would have rather been slapped for full effect.

Though she still made plenty of money.

June 15th: knelt on the floor, kissed Jin Ke’er’s feet, cleaned her toes.

Total income: thirty thousand yuan.

June 16th: kissed her feet, cleaned her toes.

June 17th: kissed her feet, cleaned her toes.

June 18th: kissed her feet, cleaned her toes.

June 19th.

Jin Ke’er had picked up a new kink from somewhere.

She told me to lie down, then stepped on my face with her foot.

After playing around for an hour, she paid me twenty thousand yuan.

Then it was back to the usual kissing her feet, cleaning her toes.

Total income today: fifty thousand yuan.

June 20th.

Jin Ke’er got a bottle of honey water, poured it over herself, and had me help clean her body.

Cleaning her body had a different rate, so she paid me thirty thousand yuan outright.

Kissing her feet and cleaning her toes were both priced at twenty thousand yuan, and since it was so troublesome, I refused.

Though honestly, to me, there wasn’t much difference.

With Jin Ke’er raising the price, she ended up paying me fifty thousand yuan, so I agreed.

June 30th.

Jin Ke’er’s emotions seemed to have stabilized somewhat.

She was still like a queen, looking down on everyone, but she no longer had the urge to throw things or hit people.

Even the maids in the estate weren’t as afraid of her anymore.

A woman in uniform saw me and acknowledged my work.

She stuffed a hundred thousand yuan into my hand—I didn’t refuse.

When an employer offers a tip, I have no reason to turn it down.

Jin Ke’er loved watching a “normal” person be humiliated and tormented by someone “abnormal” like her.

And I was that “normal” person in her eyes, though I knew I had no emotions left.

But the way I acted she loved it.

Especially when I improvised something on the spot—it really won her over, and she’d pay me even more.

Her legs and feet were numb, but she loved watching me clean them.

July 15th.

Jin Ke’er wore a dress today—the kind she usually hated.

The reason she wore it was simple: it made it easier for me to clean her body.

As usual, she poured honey water over herself.

But this time, the focus shifted to different areas.

There was anticipation in her cold gaze.

But physical therapy had its own price.

Jin Ke’er didn’t hesitate.

She immediately transferred fifty thousand yuan to me.

She made me kneel down, shoved my head under her dress, and held it there.

Losing feeling in her legs didn’t mean losing desire.

Once the unclogging session was over, Jin Ke’er clenched her fists tightly, her face still as cold as ever.

“Get out.”

That was the last thing she said to me today.

Total income for the day: one hundred thousand yuan.

August 15th.

Jin Ke’er wasn’t satisfied with just the usual “guidance” anymore.

She even pushed me onto the bed.

Moving her wheelchair wasn’t that easy, so in her commanding tone, she ordered me to carry her onto the bed.

Then she began kissing me, clumsily, but with a certain ferocity her fingers tightening hard around my neck.

That familiar sensation still stirred nothing inside me.

I responded like a machine, cooperating with her every move.

Even let out soft, practiced moans.

My voice seemed to excite her even more, and she bit down on my neck again and again.

I say “bit” because afterward, I saw the bruises all over my body.

Total income for the day: one hundred thousand yuan.

August 22nd.

Jin Ke’er brought in all kinds of toys. 

Like a sadist, she wanted to see me humiliated and squirming.

Still, my emotions remained flat.

Even when she collapsed face-down on the bed from exhaustion, I felt nothing.

Right before she fell asleep, I reminded her of today’s payment.

Jin Ke’er may have had a terrible personality, but she never defaulted on a payment.

Total income for the day: one hundred thousand yuan.

September 3rd.

As usual, I conducted the session with Jin Ke’er.

I could clearly sense that she had changed a lot during this time.

She had grown more confident—not the same shadowy figure I’d first met.

As an emotional therapist, I had known for a while now that she was almost fully healed.

Today, she told me that our sessions were over.

No skipped payments, no shady business—she had been a very reliable client.

She was ready to start her life anew.

And I, too, needed to move on to help the next client untangle their emotions.

End of contract. Total income for the day: one hundred sixty thousand yuan.

Su Li looked at the treatment notes she had written, sitting on the bus as she slowly closed the notebook.

She had earned quite a bit over the past weeks, but still chose to ride the bus.

Autumn had already arrived. 

She looked at her emotionless reflection in the glass and felt no particular way about it.

It took her over two hours to return to a certain apartment.

Along the way, she also picked up quite a bit of groceries.

As soon as she walked through the door, she saw a few trash bags piled on the floor.

Just one glance, and Su Li could already imagine the stench of takeout meals inside.

Shoes were scattered across the floor, and the couch nearby was covered with clothes tossed everywhere.

There were also spills of soup left on the table from an unfinished meal.

Su Li didn’t react. 

Just like always, she silently tidied up the room.

Someone inside must have heard the door open.

A voice full of complaint rang in Su Li’s ears: “Do you even know what time it is? I’m starving over here! Don’t you ever think about how I feel?”

“Su Li, I’m not blaming you. I just wish you’d try to understand me a little!”