The Wealthy Tycoon's Game of Life

Chapter 1729: Chapter 706: Farewell Club

Zhou Wang exchanged some jokes with Jiang Mubai before hanging up the phone.

As he waited at the red light, he saw a new friend request pop up on his phone’s WhatsApp; upon opening it, he confirmed it came via ”Jiang Mubai’s card” and was indeed from the DJ Yuyu.

Zhou Wang chuckled and directly ignored the message.

Though he jokingly flirted with Jiang Mubai, Zhou Wang was no longer keen to further entangle himself emotionally.

This wasn’t about seeing through worldly desires, but rather entering a period of calm reflection after a phase of sudden wealth and indulgence, typical in youth...

Even for that girl named Huang Ying, Zhou Wang only hoped to lend a hand when the timing was right, but he didn’t plan to invest much thought into it.

Life demands changes at the proper stages; nobody stays the same forever.

He parked the newly acquired LaFerrari in the company’s garage and messaged Xu Wenqian to find time to check it over, then tossed the car keys to the security guard and walked away without a backward glance.

Although the car wasn’t part of the frozen assets, he couldn’t afford to drive it for the time being; even the fuel cost would be a significant burden, so it was better not seen, not bothered.

”Flowers may bloom again, but youth never returns. When even a girl like Huang Ying can’t excite me, it seems my youthful days... may be over prematurely.”

Stretching lazily, Zhou Wang strode towards the light, avoiding both the elevator and the stairs.

...

Over the following days, Zhou Wang vanished from most people’s view.

Even Xu Wenqian and Miao Ying, who are usually most tuned into Zhou Wang’s whereabouts, had no idea where he had gone; even Xiao Wang and others had been given leave.

”Currently, the only certainty is that Mr. Zhou has left the Magic City. According to Sister Cherry’s final report, he took only two personal bodyguards towards Hang City, apparently visiting Wuyou Media, after which his whereabouts are unknown...”

In the Wangzhou Group headquarters, before the floor-to-ceiling windows on the 55th floor of the Magic City International Finance Center Office Building, Jiang Qingkui listened silently to Xu Lingyue’s report.

It might take several days for Jiang Qingkui to truly believe all this had happened.

Reflecting back on her cold attitude and words in the manor that evening, Jiang Qingkui felt a pang of regret.

And Zhou Wang, this scoundrel, didn’t give her a chance to make amends. Running away that night was one thing, but he never returned to the Tangchen Yipin residence afterward.

As for calls and messages, either they wouldn’t connect, or they were left read without response.

... From Jiang Qingkui’s understanding of the situation, it wasn’t just her; other women were largely the same.

Indeed, the next day, upon realizing Zhou Wang hadn’t returned to the manor, that property did get repossessed by the bank as Zhou Wang predicted. Before leaving, the women formed a group chat.

However, the chat group remained nameless, likely because no one knew what name would fit.

From their shared updates in the group, Zhou Wang hadn’t met any of them since.

Everyone had their own careers and lives, so over the past few days, they’d all gradually left the Magic City. Yet, the other women had at least one advantage over Jiang Qingkui...

They enjoyed some moments of tenderness with Zhou Wang during that ”final encounter,” whereas Jiang Qingkui, her conversation with Zhou Wang, ended on a sour note.

Given Jiang Qingkui’s astuteness, though she might suspect this was another one of Zhou Wang’s tactics, the reality she faced was genuine.

Now, having received authorization, she had truly become the ruler of the entire group, regardless of Zhou Wang’s playful and carefree façade; his words rang true:

”At least my heart towards you... is sincere.”

Jiang Qingkui hadn’t slept well these past few days.

Her dreams were filled with images of Zhou Wang suddenly appearing, granting her a chance to have a good talk with him, at the very least ensure Zhou Wang knew she wasn’t ungrateful.

Or at the very least, she wanted to personally give Zhou Wang the birthday gift she had prepared long ago.

Yet Zhou Wang completely vanished, and no one knew where he had gone.

Jiang Qingkui was also aware, though Zhou Wang had ”gone bust,” he still had his connections. If he didn’t wish to be found, she might exhaust every means to no avail.

”I understand. You may leave now.”

Jiang Qingkui waved her hand, signaling Xu Lingyue to leave, while she furrowed her brows in frustration.

”Mr. Jiang, there’s one more thing. Miss Jiang sent you a ticket; I left it on your desk...”

”Alright.”

Jiang Qingkui replied absentmindedly, still gazing dazedly at the gloomy sky outside.

The ticket was for Jiang Mo’s first personal piano performance, likely out of courtesy; she specifically invited her before leaving the manor that day.

Outwardly, Jiang Qingkui promised, ”I’ll definitely attend if I have time,” but she hadn’t taken the matter to heart.

She believed both she and Jiang Mo, as well as the other women in the group, maintained a tacit understanding—the birthday was a special occasion; normally, they should avoid running into each other.

Indeed, it was so; it’s hard to imagine a group chat composed entirely of women being so quiet. Over these days, apart from Jiang Qingkui asking if anyone had seen Zhou Wang, no one chatted further.