The Wealthy Tycoon's Game of Life

Chapter 749: Chapter 293: Tyrant Security, Reverse Harvest_2

[Special Note: There’s no limit on the number of rewards before the stockings are damaged]

[Not by your side, yet influenced by you, luckily missing is silent or else it’d be deafening]

What the heck?

Zhou Wang’s focus was instantly drawn to the ”unlimited number of rewards.”

As everyone knows, the system isn’t exactly generous. In all the reward-type items Zhou Wang had acquired in the past, either there was a time limit or a strict usage limit...

Zhou Wang felt that perhaps the system didn’t want him to just be a freeloader, so it avoided ”putting the cart before the horse,” although Zhou Wang wasn’t sure if his progress would meet the system’s expectations now.

At least there’s one thing he’s proud of... the wealth he had accumulated so far hadn’t exceeded his ability to control it. At least he hadn’t gotten lost in it and become someone he looked down on.

What, you say that Zhou Wang was too out of control on Sese?

Well, he just committed the mistake that all men in the world make. Even ancient sages said, ”Eating and lust are natural.” Go argue with the philosophers about it...

And this [Caroline’s Silk Stockings], as long as Zhou Wang kept them well-preserved, he could actually milk them indefinitely. Although the rewards were still unknown, considering Caroline was truly the woman in control of the entire Cloud Trust, whatever slipped from her fingers would surely be more than enough for him...

The only thing that left Zhou Wang puzzled was, what kind of ”interaction” did it refer to?

From the system’s final note, it seemed like Caroline was quite obsessed with him. Unfortunately, Zhou Wang, who didn’t have the related [Memory Gear], had no impression of this woman.

Putting the stockings aside for now, planning to study them later, Zhou Wang picked up the last reward from the package, a card so thin it was like cicada wings, with a metallic texture.

On it, in both Chinese and English, with a ”Sword and Gun” logo as the background, were four big characters:

”Tyrant Security.”

Below, there was a phone number, and nothing else.

This was the [Global Instant Security Card].

According to the system’s explanation, as long as this phone number was dialed, security services from the ”Tyrant Security Company” could be instantly obtained anywhere in the world.

Tyrant Security Company...

Zhou Wang, deep in thought, first checked his phone.

He found quite a bit of information about ”Tyrant Security,” including even a website address. According to the encyclopedia, Tyrant Security was a large security company founded three years ago, which had grown into a multinational group by now, with its registered place and company headquarters both based on Hong Kong Island.

On the surface, it seemed to have no connection with Cloud Trust, but upon seeing an old news piece, mentioning that Ms. Caroline, the chairperson of Cloud Trust, had signed a long-term contract with Tyrant Security for the sky-high price of four million US dollars a year, Zhou Wang knew...

This should be the security company that Wang Ruixi said was ”personally” founded by ”himself.”

And yet he still needed to rely on a card to seek their help, and this card could only be used once?

Zhou Wang couldn’t help but grumble again.

But after what happened tonight, Zhou Wang indeed needed such a trump card to handle crises at critical moments. At least until his powerful bodyguard was in place, this card could give him some peace of mind.

In summary, the benefits gained from this package weren’t bad, although they’re a bit unusable for now... uh!

While thinking like this, Zhou Wang unintentionally glanced at the white stockings quietly lying in the box on the sink, and couldn’t help but be taken aback.

Seems like not everything’s unusable.

How about... giving it a try?

He was merely testing the effect of the rewards, nothing else.

After a quick three-second internal battle, Zhou Wang quickly convinced himself, and with a serious expression, picked up the stockings from the box again...

To tell the truth, the texture of these stockings was really something, light and thin but seemed to have a peculiar warmth. Unconsciously taking several more deep sniffs, Zhou Wang couldn’t help but bring the stockings closer to his face...

Just when Zhou Wang suddenly remembered he still had to record a video, the ajar door of the bathroom was silently pushed open, and Jiang Mo’s cool face peeked in.

”...Honey?”

Her eyes saw Zhou Wang leaning against the sink, first skimming over his hand resting at his waist, then moving up, finally settling on the white stockings Zhou Wang had clumped into a ball in his hand, her gaze initially confused, quickly turning to astonishment, perhaps with a tinge of incredulity...

”What the hell!”

An awkward Zhou Wang fell straight off the sink.

...

”Senior, I really don’t have that kind of fetish...”

”Hmm.”

”I don’t even know where those stockings came from, they just mysteriously appeared in the room. I was trying to investigate.”

”Hmm.”

”In any case, you have to believe me, Senior, I’m really not that kind of person!”

”Hmm...”

Five minutes later, back in bed, Zhou Wang tried to explain to Jiang Mo.

But Jiang Mo covered her face, seemingly trying to manage her uncontrollable expressions. No matter what Zhou Wang said, she only made a slight nasal sound, making Zhou Wang a bit helpless.

Forget it, let it all get destroyed!

Giving up on salvaging his image, Zhou Wang lay back on the bed, indicating he didn’t care anymore.

After the room was quiet for a while, Jiang Mo, who had been lying on her side, suddenly sat up. Her expression still unreadable, she merely pursed her lips and glanced at Zhou Wang, then she suddenly left the bed.

In Zhou Wang’s bewildered gaze, Jiang Mo quickly put on a coat and walked out of the room.

Zhou Wang chased to the door, only to find that Jiang Mo hadn’t left the courtyard but went straight upstairs, where Jiang Qingkui, Miao Ying, Yun Rou, and others had their rooms.

Did I make the Senior so angry that she went to sleep in another room?

Zhou Wang stopped at the doorway, hesitating whether to follow, when, after a short while, some faint noises and women’s voices could be heard from upstairs. Soon, Jiang Mo came back.

She seemed to be holding something in her hand. Under Zhou Wang’s confused gaze, she slightly quickened her pace and entered the room with her head lowered.

Zhou Wang closed the door, about to ask something, but Jiang Mo, who sat on the bed, started taking off her pajama pants.

Only when she placed her pajama pants aside and then lifted her smooth, straight leg to put something on her foot did Zhou Wang realize... the thing she was holding was a pair of stockings.

Flesh-colored stockings, somewhat familiar, very much like the pair Jiang Qingkui wore today...

What the heck!!!

With his mind shaken for the umpteenth time tonight, Zhou Wang watched with dry throat as Jiang Mo slowly put on the flesh-colored pantyhose, all the way to where the shadows ended. Then she smoothed out the stockings’ wrinkles, letting the thin stockings fit perfectly against her legs.

Realizing something, Zhou Wang felt tremendously complicated inside, an extreme sense of gratitude mixed with an unexplainable tinge of guilt...

He dared not imagine what kind of courage it took for Jiang Mo, given her thin-skinned nature, to knock on Jiang Qingkui’s door and say those words in the dead of night.

She naturally was someone who was easily shy...

”Senior, you are...”

Only when Zhou Wang murmured did Jiang Mo, resting her arm on the side of the bed, look up at him for the first time.

Her face still had a lingering blush, but her gaze held no hesitation, staring straight at Zhou Wang.

She still didn’t say a word, only used her actions to convey her heart—

She suddenly leaned back slowly, unbuttoning her pajamas one button at a time during the process. When Jiang Mo lay completely on the soft bed, her clothes fanned out with her, like... a blooming flower bud.

Long hair half-hidden, Jiang Mo peered at Zhou Wang through her disheveled strands, softly speaking:

”Master, please... *me.”