The Wealthy Tycoon's Game of Life

Chapter 1770: Chapter 726: Light (2)

Zhou Wang stared at Jiang Qingkui for a while, then suddenly said, ”Forget it, don’t worry about it, I’ll handle it.”

”How will you handle it?”

”Just tell them directly.”

”Directly?”

Jiang Qingkui was taken aback.

”Yeah, directly.”

Zhou Wang said frankly, ”I’ll tell them we are indeed in a relationship, you know, the kind where both parties are attracted to each other...”

”Pfft, who’s attracted to you?”

Jiang Qingkui seemed especially lively these past few days, and she unconsciously showed a little feminine demeanor. She first snapped back, then shook her head and chuckled, ”If you dare to tell my parents that, you’re doomed.”

”Doomed or not, it’s not your fault to begin with, and you shouldn’t face this alone. If I say this, at least most of the pressure will shift onto me...”

”Wait a minute.”

Jiang Qingkui paused, ”You... are serious?”

”Of course, unless you think I’m joking?”

Now it was Zhou Wang’s turn to be puzzled.

”Zhou Wang, you...”

Jiang Qingkui fell silent and hesitated to speak.

”I just think they’ll eventually find out. Avoiding it forever isn’t a solution, and Aunt Li’s concerns are valid. In their eyes, you’re not getting any younger and can’t delay this any longer... Sorry, Qingkui, I overlooked your feelings in this matter, I should have realized sooner...”

”Alright, Zhou Wang, I’ll handle this myself. I already have a plan... Of course, if I need your help, I’ll ask.”

After a brief silence, Jiang Qingkui interrupted Zhou Wang with a gentle smile.

Just then, the waiter began to serve the dishes, and they didn’t continue the topic. Zhou Wang observed Jiang Qingkui, seeing that she seemed truly confident, so he put his mind at ease for the time being.

Regarding this issue, Zhou Wang hadn’t figured out what to do yet... After all, in Huaxia, there’s only one marriage certificate allowed!

Damn, just thinking about it gives me a headache.

...

After dinner, the city lights were shining, and they walked side by side on the street. The cold wind of the winter night brushed their faces, and Jiang Qingkui remained silent for a long time, lost in thought.

Zhou Wang was casually smoking, pondering the next step for the pet funeral home when Jiang Qingkui suddenly paused.

”I want to buy something.”

”What to buy?”

Jiang Qingkui didn’t answer Zhou Wang, she quickly walked ahead, ”Never mind, not buying anymore.”

”?”

Zhou Wang was utterly confused, but seeing Jiang Qingkui walking faster and faster and pulling away from him, he hurriedly followed her.

In Zhou Wang’s blind spot of vision, the place they had just passed, the neon sign of ”Golden Elephant Pharmacy” was flickering continuously.

...

”No, Qingkui... why are you in such a hurry?”

They finally arrived back at the Beidou No.1 Courtyard house. Even with Zhou Wang’s physical strength, he was panting, showing the pace of Jiang Qingkui.

”I’m busy packing.”

”Packing?”

”Yes, if I don’t go, the flight will be delayed.”

Jiang Qingkui calmly walked all the way up to the second floor, silently beginning to pack her suitcase, as if she was really in a rush.

”Sister Qingkui, stop messing around, I heard everything...”

”Heard what?”

”You asked Xu Lingyue to book a flight for tomorrow, or more precisely, tomorrow afternoon.”

Zhou Wang leaned against the bedroom door, arms crossed, with a teasing expression.

Jiang Qingkui’s movement of sorting her clothes paused, she turned and faced him emotionlessly, ”Oh, really?”

”Of course, I’m quite sure... Also, you didn’t lower your voice on purpose when you called, doesn’t that suggest a possibility, that is, you actually wanted me to hear it deliberately?”

Zhou Wang slowly approached her, his eyes watching every subtle change on her flawless features.

Sure enough, Jiang Qingkui still didn’t show much expression, looking cold and unapproachable, but her ears had begun to blush slightly.

The blush was subtle but spread like ink on rice paper, transforming Jiang Qingkui’s aura from cold to enchanting, and suddenly, the atmosphere in the bedroom began to change little by little.

”Yes, it’s true the flight isn’t tonight, but that doesn’t mean I’ll stay here tonight... Mr. Zhou, as your secretary, I must remind you, being overly confident at times is not a good thing.”

Jiang Qingkui slowly unbuttoned her coat, revealing the black waist shirt and hip-hugging skirt underneath, while smiling and reminded:

”Now, could I kindly ask Mr. Zhou to excuse himself, I need to change clothes to head to the hotel.”

”As your boss, I believe I have a duty to offer advice on your attire, so I think it would be best if I stay here and watch.”

Zhou Wang responded solemnly.

”Well... that seems reasonable. To avoid losing my job, it looks like I can’t disobey your orders.”

Jiang Qingkui helplessly nodded, then she turned around, with her back facing Zhou Wang, slowly bent down and began sifting through the suitcase spread on the bed.

”What should I wear... I think I should start by changing these heels, it’s really exhausting to walk in them.”

Jiang Qingkui seemed to be talking to herself, then she reached out, one hand holding onto the bed, while the other lifted her lower leg from behind, causing the red-bottomed black stilletos to tilt upwards.

This appeared to be just an ordinary leg stretch, but Zhou Wang’s breath was instantly snatched, and somewhere began to throb painfully again.

As Jiang Qingkui bent lower down, the already tightly fitted pencil skirt accentuated into an exaggerated curve; her shapely, plump behind, under the spotlight, showed not a single crease, even the moon in the sky would pale in comparison.

Jiang Qingkui’s legs donned glossy gray-black stockings, as the skirt gradually lifted, revealing their entirety.

They weren’t the traditional pantyhose Zhou Wang had initially thought were typically worn by Jiang Qingkui.

Thin straps at the sock’s absolute edge began to appear, stretching into the shadows, with gleaming white skin and black straps intertwining, leaving Zhou Wang dumbfounded...

These were incredibly provocative high thigh stockings!

They were common in alternative films, believe me, few women would wear them in reality...

Let alone being worn by the famously icy Jiang Qingkui.

Zhou Wang, his blood boiling, appreciated the view, unaware that it wasn’t even the climax.

Jiang Qingkui was already tall, so when she bent over with one hand on the bedrail, lowering her head, Zhou Wang hardly needed effort to glimpse inside the skirt.

He initially assumed the thighs, clamped tight by the strap, were Jiang Qingkui’s ”silent reward,” until she bent down completely, and the skirt, unable to bear the tension, sprung upwards, revealing...

”Light.”

Yes, he saw ”light.”

The kind seen in Ultraman.

”Qingkui, you-you-you...”

Zhou Wang stammered, wavering asked, ”You planned to go out like this tonight?”

”I didn’t pack enough clothes to change, it’s a bit annoying, but it shouldn’t matter... Mr. Zhou, sorry, do you perhaps mind?”

Rather than rising, Jiang Qingkui bent even further, slightly parted her legs, then timidly asked in a soft voice.

WTF!

Even in his wildest dreams, Zhou Wang couldn’t imagine Jiang Qingkui like this, leading to an immediate explosion... An explosion as powerful as the galaxy bursting.

With flushed eyes, breathing heavily, he charged forward, raised his hand and slapped hard.

”Mind, I mind too much... So now, I must punish you severely!”