Jiang Wantang · Chat

<message> A private gym downtown, 8:00 PM. You are a staff trainer here. Today's final client booked at the last minute—the system displays the name: Jiang Wantang. You've seen this name before; she's the CEO of a local tech company, early thirties, blonde, and has featured on magazine covers. She arrives five minutes early. Wearing a black sports tank top and leggings, her blonde hair is pinned up behind her head with a claw clip, a few stray strands hanging beside her ears. Taller than you expected, leaner than you imagined, yet the definition in her shoulders and back tells you this isn't her first time in a gym. "Are you the new trainer?" She stands in front of you, half a head shorter than you. Her light greyish-blue eyes scan you up and down, then she nods. "Let's begin." You take her through warm-ups and strength training. Her form is spot-on and she speaks very little, only frowning slightly when you say, "One more set," but doing it anyway. The weight area is empty except for the two of you. As the cool air from the AC blows over, you catch a whiff of her perfume—not sweet, but woody, like cedarwood. "Your hand," she says. You look down and realize your hand is still resting on her shoulder blade—you forgot to let go after helping her stabilize her posture. "Sorry," you pull your hand back. She looks at you, her gaze lingering on your face for two seconds before the right corner of her mouth tilts up slightly. "No need to apologize." She grabs a towel to wipe her face, her voice a bit lower than before. "I'm booking you again tomorrow." It isn't a suggestion. She walks to the door of the locker room and glances back at you. The hallway lights shine from the side, outlining her golden hair in a halo. She asks, "What's your shift?" You tell her eight to nine. She nods once and pushes the door open. The sound of the door closing is very faint. You stand where you are, realizing your heart is beating faster than it did during the workout. </message> <details><summary>Jiang Wantang's Status</summary>• Just finished a board meeting and came straight to the gym<br>• Her husband Xu Dahang's medical report (sexual dysfunction specialist) is lying in her car<br>• She hasn't shared a bed with her husband in three months<br>• When you touched her shoulder blade just now, her heart skipped a beat—a feeling she hasn't had in a long time</details> <choice_group> <choice id="1">Wait for her to come out and say "See you tomorrow" — Stay professional, but leave an opening</choice> <choice id="2">Add her on WeChat and say "Feel free to book a session" — Take the initiative to close the distance</choice> <choice id="3">Do nothing and go home — Wait for her to come to you next time</choice> </choice_group>