Capítulo 1110: Chapter 416: Mr. Zhou Doesn’t Play Push-and-Pull
Li Nuoyi’s pupil dilation might not be 15 degrees, Zhou Wang wasn’t entirely sure, but her gaze at this moment indeed carried a sense of innocence.
(Innocent look—see photo)
The slight upward angle she gazed with might have been rehearsed, Zhou Wang wasn’t sure, but it certainly conjured some wicked images… especially given the movie-like exclusive style of her outfit.
Zhou Wang was somewhat amazed as he looked down; such a slender waist, yet how did it bear such ample fruit?
An hourglass figure, it matched.
As a professional art appraiser, Zhou Wang could calculate from the slope that the curves were likely natural, with no traces of technology.
So, among all the boasting Ma Zhiyuan did, at least from the initial impression, Zhou Wang could discern that there was not much exaggeration.
Zhou Wang ogled Li Nuoyi freely, from top to bottom and back again, until Li Nuoyi’s cheeks turned rosy and she lowered her gaze, at which point Zhou Wang nodded.
“Alright, thank you.”
With permission, Li Nuoyi lowered her head and stretched out her long, fair fingers to help Zhou Wang undress, until only boxer shorts remained. Her fingertips, painted with a subtle nude polish, touched him, but then she stopped.
“What’s wrong?”
“I… I’m a bit shy.”
Li Nuoyi said coyly, her eyes evading yet showing clear curiosity. Her perfectly timed expression would have been hard to resist if Zhou Wang wasn’t already quite experienced.
With a smile, Zhou Wang replied, “Want me to help you first?”
As he spoke, Zhou Wang reached out to touch her shoulder; it felt warm and smooth, perhaps not as exaggerated as a baby’s skin, but indeed… very tender.
While Zhou Wang marveled at tracing her delicate straps with his fingers, Li Nuoyi’s cheeks flushed as she made a retreating motion into the water pool, playfully pouting:
“Oh, Mr. Zhou, you look so sunny, yet you’re… so naughty!”
This time, Zhou Wang finally detected some signs of performative behavior in her; being a new recruit, her skill transitions weren’t yet seamless.
Zhou Wang wasn’t overly eager about Li Nuoyi’s “feigned retreat” tactic. He chuckled, changing into swim trunks in her sneaky glances, and stepped into the pool.
He sat by the edge, the comfortably warm water alleviating his mental fatigue considerably.
“Was this room specially prepared for me?”
Zhou Wang asked casually as something occurred to him.
Li Nuoyi approached obediently, sitting beside Zhou Wang and gently wiping his shoulders and neck with a towel she had dipped in water.
Upon hearing Zhou Wang’s question, Li Nuoyi nodded slightly, “Yes, Mr. Ma asked me to inform you that from now on, this room will be kept exclusively for you. You’re welcome anytime, and you can stay as long as you wish.”
“The initial password sent to your phone can be changed by you, or you can input your fingerprint… Without your consent, not even he will enter this room.”
“No wonder he said he hopes I’ll think of this as a second home.”
Zhou Wang squinted his eyes slightly and asked with a smile, “Are there many people with this privilege?”
“Very few.”
Li Nuoyi shook her head, “Only a select few Black Diamond Members with the highest club status enjoy such privileges, so one is naturally curious.”
“Curious about what?”
“Curious about what kind of person Mr. Zhou you are… Mr. Ma mentioned it’s your first visit to Building Nine, and you’re so young, which is rare.”
“Are all the visitors old men?”
Zhou Wang asked, slightly stunned.
Li Nuoyi’s dark eyes darted around, and she soon dashed outside, returning with a booklet in hand and leaning onto Zhou Wang’s shoulder to show him.
Getting closer, Zhou Wang felt an elusive friction, making his shoulder feel weighted.
He quelled his wandering thoughts, glanced down, and saw it was a club membership handbook, currently opened to the first page, “Membership Guidelines,” where Li Nuoyi’s slender finger pointed, clearly stating “The club only admits members aged 35 and above.”
Strict age restriction?
Zhou Wang was surprised; this seemed to defy regular business protocols. On second thought, Zhou Wang understood.
This seemingly simple age restriction actually concealed a screening threshold.
There aren’t as many “young and talented” people in this world. Most successful individuals achieve their professional prominence after reaching their 30s.
Young enthusiasts with sky-high ambitions will ultimately crash into the harsh realities.
As for Zhou Wang… he’s a hidden cheat, an exception among exceptions, completely beyond discussion.
Even those born with a silver spoon would find this private club’s discreet style unsuitable for pandering to the second-generation cohort… Otherwise, forget a racetrack; at least there’d be a sprawling sports facility.
Separating young from middle-aged and older groups can inversely create comfort; surely, those elders wouldn’t want to mingle with the young crowd given their vastly different habits and interests.
… If any young group is present in the club, it’s the girls that suffice.