The Wealthy Tycoon's Game of Life

Chapter 38: Chapter 35: The Trigger Mechanism of Desire Gold

Rolls-Royce Ghost backseat.

Jiang Mo sat quietly, leaning against the soft backrest, gazing slightly upward at the starlit ceiling.

The dreamy colors reflected in her equally dreamy eyes, and Jiang Mo suddenly recalled a popular quote online:

“The stars are scorching, you are the ideal on earth.”

Technically speaking, this sentence made no grammatical sense.

But what Jiang Mo was pondering was whether what she was experiencing now counted as an alternative version of “stars” and “ideals.”

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Jiang Mo inexplicably wanted to laugh; she felt her mind was quite abnormal at the moment, no, she should say it had been since she went downstairs and got into this car.

She couldn’t understand why Zhou Wang knew her whereabouts so well, even the details, but somehow none of that seemed important now.

She hadn’t accepted the transfer yet, but sitting in this car was no longer a clear rejection.

What terrified Jiang Mo the most was that her first reaction was not regret, but rather a sense of peace from no longer having to worry about so many things.

While Jiang Mo was lost in thought, the vehicle quickly drove into the underground garage of the Wanda Mandarin Hotel.

When the car came to a stop, Jiang Mo suddenly noticed a small issue… she didn’t know how to open the car door.

Before her father’s accident, her family was at most multi-millionaires; she had been in luxury cars but evidently hadn’t come across a Rolls-Royce of this caliber.

Jiang Mo did try to pull on the handle, but the door didn’t open.

Fortunately, the driver had already hurried around to help open the door from the outside.

“Miss Jiang, this car requires the door to be pulled twice to open. The first pull triggers a sensor to check if there’s any danger behind. Many guests are unaware of this design.”

Perhaps seeing Jiang Mo’s embarrassment, the driver explained with a smile.

“Oh, oh.”

As Jiang Mo stepped out of the car, Bella arrived with a server from the elevator, who took the suitcase from the driver, while Bella bowed to Jiang Mo.

“Hello, Miss Jiang. I am Mr. Zhou’s private housekeeper, Bella. Please come with me. Mr. Zhou has reserved an executive suite for you in our hotel, and I’ll first take you to check in.”

“Yes, thank you.”

Jiang Mo followed Bella to the executive lounge, and it wasn’t until they stepped into the elevator after checking in that Jiang Mo suddenly began to feel nervous.

“Um, may I ask, where is Zhou… Zhou Wang right now?”

“Mr. Zhou is resting in his room.”

He was already waiting for me at the hotel?

Jiang Mo widened her eyes, her body unconsciously trembling a bit.

Up until now, she couldn’t even articulate her own feelings; she indeed longed for help, yet she couldn’t accept such a naked transaction.

Amid Jiang Mo’s wild thoughts, Bella had already opened the room door, standing aside, “Miss Jiang, please come in.”

Jiang Mo bit her lip gently and walked in. Her eyes met the spacious suite, with its semi-classical European decoration far more luxurious than her family’s old townhouse.

But Jiang Mo didn’t see Zhou Wang’s figure. She looked at Bella in confusion, “Zhou Wang…”

“Mr. Zhou is in his own room. Would you like me to call him for you? Your rooms happen to be on the same floor.”

“Ah, no, no need!”

Jiang Mo realized her misunderstanding, letting out a sigh of relief while quickly shaking her head.

“Miss Jiang, please follow me this way first.”

Under Jiang Mo’s puzzled gaze, Bella first led her to a private bathroom, then pointed to the bathtub by the floor-to-ceiling window, already filled with hot water and strewn with rose petals.

“This is specially prepared for you at Mr. Zhou’s request, with some plant essential oils that can soothe emotions. If you need, you can take a bath first. I’ll instruct the kitchen to prepare your dinner.”

“…Thank you.”

Jiang Mo nodded. After Bella left, still in a daze, she touched the bright yellow marble walls, then came to the washstand, her slender fingers slowly brushing over the high-end toiletries.

Finally, Jiang Mo took off her clothes one by one, and when her tall and flawless white body was completely submerged in the warm water, Jiang Mo finally let out a gentle sigh.

Her family at home also had a bathtub, but that over-ten-year-old tub was not only cramped, with nowhere to stretch her legs, but also had yellow traces everywhere from being used past its service life.

She couldn’t remember how long it had been since she’d had such a comfortable bath.

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In the presidential suite, Zhou Wang, who was sitting in the living room reading a magazine, was surprised when he picked up his phone.

Ding!

[The Desire Consumption Money binding object Jiang Mo’s material desire has been fulfilled, the Desire Consumption Gold has been issued]

“CM Bank: Your demand deposit account ending with 1111 received RMB 66,000 at 22:57 on July 4th.”

The system alert and the SMS notification sounded almost simultaneously. Looking at the over sixty thousand credited, Zhou Wang couldn’t help but feel a little dazed.

That fifty thousand transfer had yet to be received by Jiang Mo, and all he had done was book a room; how did that satisfy material desire?

The hotel charged him an internal rate of 2888 for the executive suite, and even with the deposit, it barely amounted to ten thousand. This meant that he had just regained the money he had spent on Jiang Mo?

No, it couldn’t be put like that, because the money could only be spent on Jiang Mo, not as his own.

One should say, within this short time, Jiang Mo had earned him 66,000 more.

This speed was much faster than enjoying interest, causing Zhou Wang to feel a tinge of envy.

Material desire… Desires come in many types, so theoretically, there should be other types of desires to fulfill.

Zhou Wang couldn’t temporarily understand the mechanism of triggering the Desire Consumption Gold and could only explore it slowly.

Half an hour later, the same notification sounded again. Zhou Wang looked and found another “8888 RMB” credited.

Although the amount was small, Zhou Wang was curious about what Jiang Mo had done and contacted Bella to find out she had just delivered dinner to Jiang Mo’s room.

“She’s done bathing?”

Zhou Wang pondered briefly, then stood up and walked out.

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It was Jiang Mo’s first time eating so unreservedly.

She had initially thought that at this hour, even in a five-star hotel, there would only be simple midnight snacks. She hadn’t expected the kitchen to prepare such an abundant meal, with all her favorite Western dishes.

The starter was “Avocado with Shrimp Baguette,” the main course “Ham Mushroom Toast with Caviar,” the main dish “Spanish Seafood Paella,” and dessert was a small piece of tiramisu, which she wasn’t fond of, but the homemade fruit tea drink suited her palate perfectly.

She was truly hungry.

To save costs, her daily routine for the past few months consisted of a bag of bread and a bottle of water, only occasionally eating a boiled egg and some fruit to supplement essential nutrients.

As she ate, Jiang Mo’s tears silently rolled down once more, but the emotions contained were completely different from before.

Knock knock!

At this moment, a gentle knock came from the door.