The initial scent was supposed to be citrus, but the base note was sandalwood, a mixture of allure with a hint of playfulness, yet not enough to seem frivolous.
Heh, since when did I become a perfume connoisseur?
Zhou Wang recalled that he couldn’t distinguish such things before, but now he could even tell the top and base notes apart...
Progress was rapid.
Because of the heat, Luo Meiling’s skirt had lifted slightly, revealing a section of smooth calf wrapped in silk stockings. As she chuckled, the softness of a mature woman gently brushed against Zhou Wang.
Zhou Wang wasn’t too caught up in any amorous thoughts, but rather, he quite enjoyed this relaxed atmosphere.
When it was about time, Zhou Wang brought up the matter of DJ Jiang Mubai with Zhang Shihao. Zhang Shihao didn’t know Jiang Mubai, but after Zhou Wang briefly explained the situation, he made a phone call right in front of Zhou Wang.
Jiang Mubai was signed with Miao Music, a small company in the industry, and Mr. Zhang wasn’t familiar with anyone there, but the head of Miao Music’s parent company, Qingguo Entertainment, was Zhang Shihao’s younger brother, Zhang Shijie.
DJ Jiang Mubai wanting to terminate her contract was a matter of some significance at Miao Music, as Jiang Mubai was a leading figure in the DJ segment, and the company had put in a lot of effort to promote her. However, from Qingguo Entertainment’s perspective, this was hardly a ripple...
After resolving Jiang Mubai’s issue, the conversation was nearing its end, and Zhou Wang stood up to see the two off.
Zhang Shihao had arrived in a discreet Audi Q7, driven by Biaozi. Luo Meiling’s car was a champagne-colored Bentley Mulsanne, which was no longer in production. Nothing unusual about that, except the ’Shunzi’ license plate, which was only obtainable very early on, catching Zhou Wang’s attention for a couple more seconds.
After seeing them off, Zhou Wang returned to the Dashi three-bedroom residence. Perhaps due to the breeze outside, it was only now that Zhou Wang felt the alcohol hitting him, but before he could rest, Xiao An came to report.
"Mr. Zhou, Ms. Wu Nala is still waiting outside, insisting on seeing you. What do you think..."
While Zhou Wang was chatting with Zhang Shihao and the others, Xiao An had reported this once before, but Zhou Wang hadn’t paid attention at the time.
Now, it was already past eleven o’clock, and hearing that she hadn’t left yet, Zhou Wang pondered for a moment and still decided to let Xiao An bring her in.
...
When Wu Nala entered the living room and saw Zhou Wang, she first caught a whiff of heavy alcohol. She carefully glanced at Zhou Wang, who was leaning on the sofa with his eyes slightly closed.
"Mr. Zhou, are you still sober?"
"Hmm, still okay... why are you alone?"
Zhou Wang opened his eyes, glanced at Wu Nala, and then asked in surprise.
"They... they went back to the hotel to contact headquarters first..."
Wu Nala hesitated for a moment, then explained softly.
"Don’t hide it. Even though I’m a bit drunk, I can tell you’re lying."
Zhou Wang chuckled lightly, "They must have given up trying to persuade me by now, or perhaps they think they’ve been humble enough, and I’m the one being stubborn?"
Wu Nala parted her lips but was at a loss for words.
"So, why did you still come?"
Zhou Wang reached into his pocket but couldn’t find his cigarette or lighter. He was about to call for Xiao An when, accompanied by a waft of perfume, Wu Nala had already sat down beside him, placing a mint-scented cigarette at his lips.
Zhou Wang usually didn’t smoke women’s cigarettes, but in his current dizzy state, he didn’t mind. He lit up with Wu Nala’s lighter while casting her a sidelong glance.
This woman was the epitome of a city beauty: long wavy hair, a bright face, a light blue pleated blouse, a white short skirt just reaching the knees, and thin black stockings encasing her calves...
Zhou Wang recalled seeing many such women in movies and TV shows who played supporting roles that caught the audience’s attention at first glance, but were soon forgotten after the curtain call...
"The collaboration plan represents a part of my efforts, a first step for me to strive for promotion in headquarters... Mr. Zhou, I come from a small place, you may not know, for a woman like me, to get to where I am today..."
"Stop."
In Wu Nala’s startled gaze, Zhou Wang interrupted her. He shook his head, "Sorry, I’m not in the mood to hear stories today..."
With that, Zhou Wang stood up, intending to leave the living room.
Suddenly, Zhou Wang felt a soft touch on his thigh, hindering his movement.
Zhou Wang was startled; he glanced down to find a foot encased in black stockings hooking around his thigh. The high heel was barely hanging on...
Zhou Wang turned his head to see Wu Nala, blushing, leaning half-reclined on the sofa. She bit her lip lightly, giving Zhou Wang a sidelong glance. One hand tugged at her skirt, slowly lifting it, revealing a seductive contrast of shadows in black and white...
"Mr. Zhou, can we... talk a little more?"