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Lin Zhao Cheng slammed the accelerator, and the car surged forward like a wild beast unleashed into the night. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his gaze fixed ahead, with only one thought racing through his mind—get home quickly, move the Massage Chair inside, and then sit down.
The night had fully descended, streetlights casting faint yellow beams that illuminated the car windows, while shadows of the streets flickered by like phantoms. The engine rumbled low, and the speed was noticeably faster than usual, but Lin Zhao Cheng paid it no mind. His heartbeat quickened, as if some pent-up anticipation was surging within him.
Finally, the car turned into a familiar alley and stopped in front of his home. He turned off the ignition with a sense of urgency, his hand trembling as he yanked out the key and tossed it aside before flinging open the car door and striding toward the trunk.
"Damn, this thing is really heavy..."
He gritted his teeth, gripping the edge of the Massage Chair with both hands, straining to drag it out of the trunk. The weight pressed down on his arms and waist; his shoulders trembled slightly, veins bulging as if he were lifting a massive stone.
"Why is this chair so hard to move!"
He panted, arms aching, body leaning slightly forward as he steadied himself against the chair's backrest and gradually maneuvered it out. The bottom of the Massage Chair scraped against the trunk with a screeching sound, and sweat began to bead in his palms, but he had no time to worry about that.
He glanced at the front door and suddenly realized—this method wouldn't work at all!
"Push it... push it..." he muttered to himself, panic rising in his chest as he dashed inside. He began rummaging through his home in a frenzy. His movements were hasty and chaotic as he flung open the storage room door, yanked open drawers in the utility room, searched through shoe cabinets and cupboards, even rifling through the balcony. He muttered under his breath, "Damn it, wasn't it just here?"
Then—
"I found it!"
In a corner of the storage room, he spotted the long-neglected black cart covered in dust; its wheels were even slightly stuck. But he didn’t care; he yanked it out with determination, brushed off some dust with a few quick swipes, and hurried back to the car.
"Come on, damn it... it's time to get inside!"
He hoisted up the Massage Chair again; this time it felt a bit easier as he awkwardly placed it onto the cart. The sharp edges had already left his palms slightly red. He hurriedly pushed the cart toward the front door, its wheels squeaking against the tiled floor with every bump heightening his anxiety.
At last, he managed to get that strange yet eagerly awaited Massage Chair into his home.
Breathing heavily, he pushed the cart to the center of the living room. With both hands gripping tightly onto the armrests of the Massage Chair, he summoned every last ounce of strength to push it off the cart and set it down firmly in the middle of the room.
"Bang!"
As the Massage Chair hit the ground, a strong sense of satisfaction surged within Lin Zhao Cheng—like he had just accomplished a crucial mission.
He straightened up, hands resting on his knees, breathing heavily, sweat trickling down his forehead and sliding down his cheeks. His gaze slowly fell upon the chair; it was finally his, and from now on, no one could take it away from him.
A slight smile crept onto his lips, though he was completely unaware of it.
Standing in the center of the living room, panting as he looked at the Massage Chair that had finally made its way into his home, an indescribable sense of fulfillment washed over him. However, just as he was about to relax, a sudden thought struck him—
Damn it, his car was still parked outside!
"Damn!"
A wave of inexplicable irritation surged through him, like a bucket of scalding water being poured over his head. He turned and dashed toward the door, his steps hurried, heart racing as if it were about to leap out of his chest, cursing under his breath.
Why did these trivial matters always manage to ruin his mood?
He quickly reached the door, jumped into the driver's seat, slammed the car door shut with a loud thud, started the engine, and spun the steering wheel to swiftly leave the illegal parking area in front of his house. He thought he could quickly find a spot along a yellow line to resolve this issue, but—
There were no parking spaces at all!
Not only were there no spaces available, but even the usual yellow zones where he could park for a few minutes were completely filled with cars; there wasn't even a gap to squeeze into. It felt as if every vehicle on the street had conspired against him tonight.
"What the hell is going on today? Don't these people need to sleep?!"
He slammed his hand against the steering wheel in frustration, feeling ready to explode with anger.
The car slowly circled around the nearby streets as his eyes desperately searched for any possible parking spot. But in the end—nothing!
"Dammit... Is the government dead?! Can't they just create a few more parking spaces?!"
He shouted in the car, his voice shaking the windows slightly. He slammed his hand down on the dashboard, furrowing his brows as his chest heaved with frustration. The more he searched, the angrier he became, feeling as if the entire city's planning was mocking him. Those damn parking designs were clearly not meant for people!
"What the hell?!"
At this time of day, there should at least be a few illegal parking spots he could squeeze into, but today there wasn’t a single one. Was the universe conspiring against him?!
The car circled the streets again and again, Lin Zhao Cheng's anger burning hotter. He cursed under his breath, gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He had never felt this murderous over a parking space in his life!
What frustrated him the most was—
He wanted to get back quickly.
Back to that Massage Chair.
Lin Zhao Cheng had gone around countless times, driving through every alley and checking all possible illegal parking spots. He even started to consider whether he should just squeeze into a no-parking zone and resign himself to getting a ticket.
Just when he was about to explode with rage, finally—finally—!
He spotted the reverse lights of a black sedan ahead, the car slightly moving backward, ready to leave!
"Yes! This is it!"
Lin Zhao Cheng's eyes lit up, his heart racing as he slammed on the gas pedal. The car lunged forward like a hungry wolf, fearing that this hard-won parking space would be snatched away by someone else. As he approached, he honked furiously, the sound echoing down the street as if urging the other driver to hurry up and get out of the way.
"Beep—! Beep beep beep—!!"
The driver of the sedan had been moving leisurely in reverse, but upon hearing the impatient honking, he clearly became annoyed. The window rolled down abruptly, revealing a middle-aged man wearing a baseball cap and smoking a cigarette. His fierce gaze and impatient expression made it clear that he was about to unleash a torrent of curses—
"Are you in such a hurry to get home to sleep with a woman? What are you rushing for?!"
Lin Zhao Cheng was already boiling with anger, and this taunt ignited his fury. Without a second thought, he rolled down the car window and shot back mercilessly, "Screw you! Are you reversing into outer space? Get lost! Is there something wrong with you, driving like that?!"
Their shouts echoed through the night streets, mingling with the low rumble of the engine and the incessant honking from Lin Zhao Cheng's car.
This was not just an ordinary argument; it felt more like a pure release of emotions.
Lin Zhao Cheng felt all the frustration, anxiety, and pressure he had accumulated throughout the night erupt during this exchange. He even began to relish this raw sense of catharsis. His face contorted with rage, veins bulging at his temples, and his eyes sparkled with a crazed light, like a beast that had been tormented all day finally finding an outlet.
The other man had intended to continue cursing but faltered upon seeing Lin Zhao Cheng's utterly unhinged expression. The irritation on his face shifted to an inexplicable unease.
"...Damn, what a lunatic," the man muttered, deciding it wasn't worth it to argue with someone who looked deranged. He pressed the gas pedal, and the car shot away from that troublesome spot.
The parking space was now free.
Lin Zhao Cheng took a deep breath, sneered, rolled up the window, and deftly maneuvered into the hard-won parking spot without hesitation. He turned off the engine and pulled up the handbrake in one smooth motion.
His hands remained tightly gripping the steering wheel, knuckles white, heart racing, and the restlessness in his mind hadn’t completely subsided. But when he thought about how it was finally over and he could return to that massage chair—
A strange smile involuntarily crept across his lips.
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