The Wealthy Tycoon's Game of Life

Honestly, not every girl can pull off heavy nightclub makeup; it requires highly defined facial features.

Jiang Mubai’s face was adorned with just such bold makeup. fгeewebnovёl.com

She was clearly a prodigy in this regard. Although there were traces of subtle adjustments, the vibrant features she wore created a strong atmosphere...

At the moment, Jiang Mubai leaned against the door, slightly lowering and then raising her head, her expressive eyes glancing sideways at Zhou Wang, red lips lightly biting...

She was at it again...

That extreme suggestive expression, stirring one’s soul.

"Mmm..."

Perhaps because they were alone, Jiang Mubai let out a soft nasal sound, quite indecent.

Ding!

[You felt a slight pleasure from the sweet, cloying nasal sound, gaining 0.1% of BSK shares.]

Is this for real?

System, you truly are indecent!

Zhou Wang internally mocked, but it didn’t stop him from sacrificing himself for the reward. As Jiang Mubai expressed her surprise in swirling exclamations, he wrapped an arm around her slender waist, pulling her forward.

"Ah!"

Amid a soft collision, Zhou Wang once again obtained 0.1% of BSK shares.

Jiang Mubai wore a strapless mini dress, meaning that two-thirds of her skin was exposed, from her fragrant shoulders and snowy neck down to her honey-white thighs.

Hence, with zero distance, Zhou Wang felt large swathes of coolness.

"Mr. Zhou, weren’t you here for convenience?"

Jiang Mubai chuckled, showing no resistance, naturally wrapping her arms around Zhou’s neck.

"And are you convenient?"

Zhou Wang was a bit impatient, his breathing heavy.

How could it not be...

Think about how many times he had been fired up today, from Cheng Yiyi’s clumsy flirtations on the plane, to the Jiangnan masseuse’s soft words during the massage, as well as the tension with Hua Suisui at the hotel, and just now, the whispering and touching from the group of girls while drinking...

This day had been so long.

Honestly, Zhou Wang holding back this long was practically "saintly."

"Why don’t you try and see..."

Jiang Mubai said in a syrupy voice, then teasingly kissed Zhou Wang, slightly pulling away before going in again.

Zhou Wang returned a lengthy gesture, and minutes later, with care, he flipped the relaxed Jiang Mubai to rest on the sink basin, allowing her to take a breath.

It was then Zhou Wang noticed a red tattoo on Jiang Mubai’s back waist, paired with the rise and fall of the waistline, creating an impressive visual image.

The non-famous art critic Zhou Wang admired the spectacular view before him, then turned to study intently with artistic appreciation.

In front of the three-foot square glass mirror of the sink, sudden exclamations arose.

...

Ding!

[You felt intense pleasure from indescribable high notes, gaining 5% of BSK shares.]

...

Bang!

Cheng Yiyi pushed open the door of the last stall in the VIP women’s restroom, but inside was still empty.

Where did they go?

Where on earth did they go!

Cheng Yiyi didn’t even understand why she was so anxious, but she really was.

The alcohol that previously went down her throat began to hit, but Cheng Yiyi couldn’t care less about her slightly unsteady footsteps, just kept on searching.

She clearly saw the two heading in this direction, how could they suddenly disappear...

Until passing the manager’s office, Cheng Yiyi, who had already walked past, stopped her steps, turned back, and only then noticed a corner at the end of the corridor, unsure where it led.

She walked over slowly, rounded the corner, and was greeted by an empty hallway; due to the angle and design, it was not that noisy here, unexpectedly having a kind of quietness amidst the nightclub.

Yet, Cheng Yiyi’s heart beat faster and faster as she looked at the end of the corridor with one black and one red door, and the unique "Toilet" LED sign, as if she had already premonitioned something.

She rushed over but slowed down as she got closer, her face revealing unabashed tension...

She suddenly felt a bit scared, but Murphy’s Law took effect once more at this moment, and she eventually heard some strange noises.

At first, the sound was subtle, but it quickly turned into a roar, occupying her ear lobes and canals, reaching to her mind, piercing through her heart...

It was the faint shouts, struggling mixed with sobs, breaths resembling wild bulls, and some chaotic conversations, men and women’s voices mingling, overturning Cheng Yiyi’s worldview.

She was truly stunned.

Given her affluent upbringing, relatively strict family education, and just recently turning twenty, she couldn’t say she was totally ignorant in this regard, but indeed only knew a little.

The scenes she had witnessed mostly existed in the fantasies of her youthful ignorance and occasionally vivid dreams.

But those were vague, unclear, a girl’s longing for love, occasionally some out-of-bounds whims, or one might say, a desire that’s sensual but not vulgar.

Compared to women who’ve seen many people, or girls who’ve truly been in several relationships, Cheng Yiyi was indeed a naive little flower in this area.

Even on the plane, though she deliberately sat on Zhou Wang’s lap, she actually didn’t understand at all; this kind of advantage taken by a guy had already surpassed the boundary of flirtation.

The boys pursuing her always behaved like "gentlemen" before her, like Song Rui, who took her flight eight times a month, yet never said or did anything excessive...