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Lin Zhao Cheng slammed on the gas pedal, 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 enveloped the world in darkness, with streetlights casting pale yellow beams that illuminated the car windows. Shadows of the streets flashed by like phantoms. The engine hummed low, and the speed was significantly faster than usual, but Lin Zhao Cheng paid it no mind. His heartbeat quickened, as if an uncontainable anticipation was bubbling within him.
Finally, he drove into the familiar alley and parked in front of his home. He turned off the engine in a hurried motion, his hand trembling as he pulled out the key and tossed it aside. He flung open the car door and hurried to the trunk.
"Damn, this thing is heavy..."
He gritted his teeth, gripping the edges 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 as veins bulged, as if he were lifting a massive stone.
"Why is this chair so damn hard to move!"
He panted, his arms aching, leaning slightly forward to adjust himself against the chair's backrest before inching it out bit by bit. The bottom of the Massage Chair scraped against the trunk with a screeching sound; 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!
"Use a cart... use a cart..." he muttered anxiously, nearly losing his mind. He dashed into the house and began rummaging around. His movements were frantic and clumsy as he flung open the storage room door and pulled out drawers from various cabinets. He even searched through the balcony, muttering curses under his breath: "Damn it, wasn't it right here just a moment ago?"
Then—
"I found it!"
In a corner of the storage room, he spotted an old black cart covered in dust; its wheels were even slightly stuck. He didn't care about that at all—he yanked it out forcefully, brushed off some dust with quick swipes of his hand, and hurried back to the car.
"Come on, damn it... it's time to get inside!"
He lifted the Massage Chair again; this time it felt a bit easier as he awkwardly maneuvered it onto the cart. The sharp edges had reddened his palms. He pushed the cart toward the front door in a rush, its wheels squeaking against the tiled floor with every bump heightening his anxiety.
At last, he managed to bring that strange yet deeply desired Massage Chair into his home.
Breathing heavily, he positioned the cart in the center of the living room. Gripping the armrests of the Massage Chair tightly with both hands, he summoned every last ounce of strength to push it off the cart and set it firmly in place at the heart of his living room.
"Bang!"
As the Massage Chair hit the ground, a strong sense of satisfaction surged within Lin Zhao Cheng—like he had accomplished an extremely important 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 on the chair; it was finally his. From this moment on, no one could take it away from him.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, though he was completely unaware of it.
Standing in the center of the living room, panting and looking at the Massage Chair that had finally been moved into his home, an indescribable sense of fulfillment washed over him. However, just as he was about to relax, a sudden thought struck him—
His damn car was still parked outside and needed to be dealt with!
"Damn it!"
A wave of inexplicable irritation surged up, like a bucket of scalding water poured over his head. He turned and rushed toward the door, his steps quickening, 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 hurried to the entrance, jumped into the driver's seat, slammed the door shut, started the engine, and quickly turned the steering wheel to drive away from 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 areas 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 car 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, frustration boiling over as he felt like cursing loudly.
The car slowly circled around the nearby streets; his eyes fixated on every possible parking spot, but—nothing!
"Dammit... Is the government dead or what?! Can't they just add a few more parking spaces?!"
He shouted in the car, his voice causing the windows to tremble slightly. He slammed his hand down on the dashboard, furrowing his brow as his chest heaved with frustration. The more he searched, the angrier he became, feeling like the entire city 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 to 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 muttered curses 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 just wanted to get back.
Back to that Massage Chair.
Lin Zhao Cheng had driven countless laps, gone through every alley, checked all possible illegal parking spots, and even started considering whether to squeeze into a no-parking zone and resign himself to a ticket.
Just when he was about to explode with rage, finally—finally—!
He spotted the reverse lights of a black sedan ahead flickering on as it began to back out, preparing to leave!
"Yes! This is it!"
Lin Zhao Cheng's eyes lit up, his heart racing as he slammed on the gas. The car lunged forward like a hungry wolf, terrified that this hard-won parking spot 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 clearly became annoyed upon hearing the impatient honking. The window rolled down sharply, revealing a middle-aged man wearing a baseball cap and smoking a cigarette. His fierce gaze and irritated expression spoke volumes as he opened his mouth to curse—
"Are you in such a hurry to get home to sleep with a woman? What are you rushing for?!"
Lin Zhao Cheng was already seething with anger, and this taunt sent him over the edge. Without a second thought, he rolled down the car window and shot back mercilessly, "Screw you! Are you reversing into outer space? Get lost! What's wrong with you, driving like that?!"
Their shouts echoed through the night streets, mingling with the low rumble of engines 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 pent-up emotions.
Lin Zhao Cheng felt all the frustration, anxiety, and pressure he had accumulated throughout the night erupt in this exchange of insults. He even began to relish this raw catharsis. His face contorted with rage, veins bulging at his temples, his eyes almost gleaming with a frenzied light, like a beast that had been tormented all day finally finding an outlet for its fury.
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 engaging with someone who looked so deranged. He pressed the gas pedal, and his car shot off, leaving this chaotic scene behind.
The parking space was finally free.
Lin Zhao Cheng took a deep breath, sneered as he rolled up the window, and deftly maneuvered into the hard-won parking spot. He turned off the engine and engaged the handbrake in one smooth motion.
His hands still gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles white, heart racing, and the agitation in his mind hadn’t completely subsided. But when he thought about how it was all finally over—how he could return home to that Massage Chair—
A strange smile unconsciously crept across his lips.
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