And so the two women just stared at each other with wide eyes, frozen at the car door.
Neither Gao Xing nor Xiao Wang could apparently intervene in this matter, but Mr. Zhou seemed a bit dazed at the moment, clutching his head in the back seat, so they could only glance at Xu Wenqian for help.
Xu Wenqian pressed her lips together, then came over to lead Lin Ran away, saying, "Sister Ran, come sit in the business car with me."
Since Xu Wenqian had spoken, Lin Ran, although still somewhat disgruntled, had to comply. Yet, she couldn’t help but mutter, "Qianqian, this is when you should assert your dominance. Why let her and the boss sit in the same car..."
"You shouldn’t indulge the boss like this. We’re also doing it for his good. We can’t just allow any woman..."
Lin Ran might have done it on purpose; her voice, though low, was just loud enough for Bai Feifei to hear.
Bai Feifei, in a fit of anger... briefly got angry.
But anyway, she still managed to sit next to Zhou Wang as she wished. Seeing Zhou Wang in some discomfort, she promptly picked up a bottle of water from the car, unscrewed it, and handed it to him.
"Mr. Zhou, you can lie down..."
Zhou Wang glanced at her and didn’t push her away, instead resting his head on her close-held thighs.
Of course, Zhou Wang had seen the scene just now, but he indeed found it hard to intervene.
Sister Ran was a trusted aide, Bai Feifei was his intimate companion, and since they were both women, leaning toward either side would only intensify the conflict.
Bai Feifei, after all, had undergone professional training, and Zhou Wang knew she could quickly manage her emotions, so he left it to them to resolve by themselves.
And then there was Xu Wenqian...
How did she know Yu Duo? Zhou Wang hadn’t even asked earlier.
Did he forget? Was he not curious?
Of course not.
It was just that Zhou Wang was playing dumb.
The same reasoning applied; if Yu Duo and Xu Wenqian had a falling out later, who would he side with?
Cats may be alluring, but you can’t give up on the white tiger either...
Zhou Wang suddenly had a premonition in that moment that with more and more women around him, such problems would certainly continue to arise.
But even an Emperor in ancient times, who spoke with authority, was at a loss when faced with inner palace conflicts, not to mention Zhou Wang, who theoretically couldn’t forcibly keep them by his side.
Three women make a drama, thirty women... better prepare for disaster.
Wise as Zhou Wang was, he could only adopt a "take it one step at a time" ostrich strategy for now.
...Speaking of which, Bai Feifei’s thighs felt truly amazing!
Today she wore a black spaghetti-strap long dress, with a high slit on one side. Typically, such dresses are paired with stockings, not just for aesthetics but for a critical function—shaping the legs.
The world lacks those perfect proportions, and according to unscientific statistics, 89% of girls are dissatisfied with their leg shape, which is why stockings have remained popular for centuries.
But Bai Feifei confidently chose to go bare-legged.
There’s no denying she had the assets for it: her skin was glossy and smooth, her leg muscle distribution even, her calves slender, her thighs full, and thanks to regular exercise, they didn’t look slack but had a perfectly toned firmness in their elasticity.
If not, Zhou Wang wouldn’t have been unable to stop himself from touching them earlier at the dining table.
As Zhou Wang laid down, Bai Feifei thoughtfully pulled up the hem of her skirt a bit more, fully exposing her thigh to make him more comfortable.
Inhaling the elusive fragrance before him, Zhou Wang felt a surge of desire.
His hand started to stroke Bai Feifei’s calf, feeling a blissful pleasure akin to handling a piece of art.
Bai Feifei, who already struggled to control herself during the banquet, had her body turn limp again, trembling slightly as if resisting.
"Mr. Zhou..."
Bai Feifei’s specially trained voice naturally maintained a "Healing" frequency of 220-225Hz, which now sounded like a tickling humming that fueled Zhou Wang’s inner fire even more.
No longer satisfied, Zhou Wang suddenly sat up, lifting Bai Feifei onto his lap to her shriek of surprise.
With her height of 173 cm, Bai Feifei wasn’t petite, so she had to wrap her arms around Zhou Wang’s neck to keep her balance. Her long legs, encased in nude heels with a red base, stretched out, fully displayed before Zhou Wang’s eyes.
Bai Feifei showed no shyness, playfully raising her hips to aid Zhou Wang’s exploration, giggling "giggling" all the while.
Her flexibility was indeed impressive; even in this position, she could curl a leg over to hook Zhou Wang’s neck, leaving him in awe.
"Right, I haven’t seen your dance performance up close. Want to show it off later?"
Since Bai Feifei had a talent for dance, she had previously mentioned she would show Zhou Wang her moves. Remembering this now, Zhou Wang chuckled.
"Sure... but I’ve been drinking, so I might not maintain balance well. If I mess up, you better not laugh."
Agreeing with a nod, Bai Feifei mischievously drew circles on Zhou Wang’s chest, whispering, "The other girls in our group dance better than I do. When I get a chance, I’ll bring them along to perform for you. You’ll absolutely love it..."
Hearing Bai Feifei’s suggestion, Zhou Wang’s heart stirred.
He hadn’t paid attention to her girl group before, but he heard there were six girls altogether. Bai Feifei, chosen for her striking beauty, wasn’t a regular member, whereas the other five girls were true trainees with solid foundational skills.