The Wealthy Tycoon's Game of Life

Chapter 49: Chapter 46 Goodbye, Husband

Zhou Wang woke up near noon on a fifty-square-meter bed. Of course, no presidential suite bed was actually that big; it was just a way to describe superb sleep quality.

High-end mattresses, if you really want to get into it, just offer a little bit more comfort, but just that little bit can make going back to regular mattresses uncomfortable once you’re used to it.

At least Zhou Wang knew, there was no going back for him. The new house he was about to get had to have a top-quality big bed to meet his lifestyle needs.

Last night, he stayed in bed because he played two rounds of “War of Kings” with Ding Yi, staying up too late playing with Daji.

He picked up his phone and saw, as usual, over a dozen unread messages and missed calls, though most calls were telemarketers and could be ignored.

Xu Wenqian: “Good morning, Mr. Zhou. No matter how busy you are, don’t forget to have breakfast.”

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Lisa – LV Sales: “Mr. Zhou, the weather is great today. Would you like to come out for a drink this afternoon? I know a hidden gem café!”

Su Yajing: “Hey bro, good morning! Today’s the sexy car model Ranran~”

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Looking at a pile of greetings messages, Zhou Wang smiled. As expected, once you had money, you were surrounded by kind people.

He looked at the picture Ranran sent, a “plunging neckline” silver spaghetti strap dress, feeling slightly puzzled.

Hmm?

Why did it seem like her figure had gotten better? Was this 36D serious?

Getting up, washing up, and then calling Bella to bring lunch, it wasn’t until Zhou Wang sat at the dining table that he remembered he still had a daily task undone.

He opened the chat box with Jiang Mo and initiated a “video call.”

The first time he called, it got hung up. Zhou Wang raised an eyebrow, sipping fresh coconut juice while dialing again.

This time, the ringtone went on for a long time before the video call was finally answered.

On the other end, Jiang Mo’s breathing was a bit uneven, and the camera shook a little before stabilizing. Jiang Mo was wearing a black women’s blazer. The background suggested a bathroom stall.

“Is it necessary to hide in a place like this just to video call me?”

Zhou Wang felt amused.

“I was with junior sister Ding just now…”

Jiang Mo explained softly.

Zhou Wang nodded knowingly. From a certain angle, Jiang Mo feared exposing their strange relationship more than he did, especially in front of Ding Yi.

“Though I understand you, since you dared to hang up on me, you must be prepared for punishment.”

“Wh… what punishment?”

Jiang Mo’s recently calmed breathing quickened again.

“Lower the camera, let me see what you’re wearing today.”

Jiang Mo hesitated for a moment but eventually tilted the phone slowly.

Passing over the ample chest, then the slender waist outlined by the tailored blazer, further down was a knee-length pencil skirt with straight legs tightly wrapped in black stockings.

She wore pantyhose today, the slightly shiny material wrapped around her thighs and knees, sparkling with tempting luster in the light coming through the gaps.

“This hosiery looks pretty good, a bit closer.”

Zhou Wang admired it for a moment before stating his requirement.

The camera noticeably shook a bit but did zoom in quite a bit.

Then Zhou Wang made an even more excessive request, his voice low, so low that Jiang Mo didn’t want to hear it clearly.

Seeing Zhou Wang staring at her tenaciously, Jiang Mo, whose cheeks were already burning red, eventually let out a nearly inaudible nose sound after extensive silence.

“…Mm.”

Jiang Mo pulled on the stockings and snapped them back. The camera shook violently.

“Again.”

“Can’t we not?”

Jiang Mo’s tone carried a hint of pleading.

Zhou Wang chuckled lightly, “It’s punishment. If you don’t do it now, when we meet, I won’t hold back.”

“…”

Jiang Mo fell silent but still moved her hands.

“Put some strength into it, it doesn’t count if I don’t hear a sound.”

Zhou Wang said discontentedly.

This time, Jiang Mo acted much faster. The well-made stockings were pulled to the limit and snapped back, making her leg flesh wiggle several times.

Hearing the “pop” sound, Zhou Wang finally nodded, “Alright.”

Jiang Mo felt relieved, but it seemed she was struggling to stand steadily, just leaning against the stall door and breathing heavily.

“I’m heading out. You go get busy, oh, by the way, what are you supposed to say to me around this time?”

Zhou Wang stood up but still watched Jiang Mo with amusement.

Jiang Mo’s rosy lips moved, uttering some muffled syllables.

“Couldn’t hear it.” Zhou Wang shook his head outright.

Jiang Mo’s face flushed. She took a deep breath and leaned closer to the phone screen, softly saying,

“Bye… bye, hubby.”

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A black Toyota Alphard slowly drove into the Ming City International Exhibition Center. As the car door opened, Zhou Wang, dressed casually with sunglasses hooked on his collar, stepped out.

“Quite a crowd.”

Looking around, Zhou Wang realized the scale of this car exhibition was larger than he imagined.

Well, some were there purely to look at cars, while others were just there to admire the headlights.

Fan Wei had already sent the invitation to Zhou Wang’s phone. Following the crowd, he entered the hall, and the first thing that caught his eye was the domestic car area.

It had to be said, in recent years, domestic cars really developed rapidly, especially in the electric vehicle track, like a hundred flowers blooming. When the Xiaomi su7 was launched earlier, it led a wave of craze.

At the time, Zhou Wang saw news of a college student paying a 5000 deposit to show off in WeChat moments, only to find the deposit wasn’t refundable and had to comment on Lei Jun’s socials hoping for a refund… how embarrassing!

Entering the domestic area, Zhou Wang was immediately attracted to a silver supercar occupying the exhibition hall’s C position.

A sleek body, a cool rear wing, from the exterior alone, it was a pure electric sports car no inferior to top supercars like Lamborghini and Ferrari.

BYD, Yangwang U9!

Accelerating 0-100 km/h in 2.3 seconds, with a top speed of 310 km/h.

Even though it still had various flaws in some aspects, the price of just 1.68 million, along with no limits on sales, was enough for it to become the cost-performance king among supercars.

A few years ago, who would have imagined domestic brands could produce our own supercars? Zhou Wang also followed that car. At the time, he sighed that if he could work hard enough to buy one of these sports cars, it would be a dream come true.

Snap, snap!

The Yangwang U9 had just hit the market recently, and many were seeing the real car for the first time, crowding around. The camera flashes were practically blinding.

The only problem was, Zhou Wang really couldn’t tell if these people were there to photograph the car or the female car model striking various poses beside the car’s front.

Huh, why did the silver spaghetti strap dress she’s wearing look so familiar?

Zhou Wang paused in surprise.