But at this moment, though she was radiant and enchanting, she held a silver chain in her hand. Zhou Wang lowered his head again and realized that the chain was attached to his neck. As his senior exerted force, he unconsciously began to walk forward.
"Do you really think he’ll be happy like this?"
A mocking voice came from behind. Zhou Wang turned his head and saw Ding Yi.
She seemed like a fairy descending to the mortal world, walking step by step from the clouds above. She then took Zhou Wang’s hand, and with a tug, the image of his senior began to shatter. Zhou Wang blinked his eyes and found himself wearing a bright red gown, bowing alongside Ding Yi, who was hidden behind a curtain of beads.
Strangely, the flower girl next to them, holding flowers and pouting, was actually Sun Xining...
"Jack Ma is sending a billion as a gift!"
Zhou Wang heard the shout from Xu Wenqian. He turned his head to see Xu Wenqian, dressed in professional attire, busy at the gift registration table. A plain-looking man grinned at him.
Before Zhou Wang could return the smile, a cold voice abruptly sounded in his ear:
"Boss, you’re bankrupt."
Stunned, Zhou Wang turned his head and saw Jiang Qingkui standing by the desk, throwing a pile of bills at him coldly.
"You still owe me 1.7 billion in salary. Settle it, I’m leaving."
"I’m bankrupt, where would I have the money to pay you..."
"No money?"
Jiang Qingkui sneered, tore off her little blazer, and pushed Zhou Wang down onto the boss’s chair. "Don’t you still have hundreds of billions on you? Hand it all over to your sister!"
Then Jiang Qingkui suddenly mounted him. The sensation was so real that Zhou Wang couldn’t help but hiss.
Remembering how Jiang Qingkui had worked herself to the bone for him over the years, Zhou Wang, filled with guilt, could only fulfill her demands.
His hand climbed up, once again caressing the honeyed thighs wrapped in stockings.
Yet, Jiang Qingkui did not take the next step for a long time. Zhou Wang, whose blood was boiling, couldn’t tolerate her hesitation and flipped her over.
The boss’s chair vanished, replaced by a soft big bed, and the image of the woman beneath him began to change.
"Mr. Zhou, rest assured, I don’t have any improper intentions..."
A soft voice rose. Somehow, Jiang Qingkui had turned into Wu Nala, with two buttons burst from her chest.
"Is your size really that drastic?"
Zhou Wang asked dumbfoundedly.
"That’s how it is after having a baby, I don’t know..."
Embarrassed, the woman turned her head away. Only then did Zhou Wang realize it was actually Luo Meiling he was tightly holding.
"Not only do I want Shao Xiaoqi to call me daddy, but you as well!"
Transformed into a beast, Zhou Wang uttered wild, deranged roars that somehow seemed logical.
"Mr. Zhou, please, don’t make it difficult for me... I can’t say it."
Luo Meiling resisted, but her strength was no match for Zhou Wang. Moments later, she began to sob.
"Will you say it?"
"Hmm?"
"Hurry up!"
In the end, the woman, who seemed to have changed her appearance again, couldn’t bear it. Whimpering, her red lips approached Zhou Wang’s ear and whispered softly,
"XX!"
...
"Ah, a fine spring day, may as well be a dream, where flowers waft their scent."
Not knowing what time it was in the morning, Zhou Wang slowly opened his eyes, then closed them again. After tossing and turning for half an hour, he finally woke up a bit.
He rubbed his aching head, sat up slowly from the bed, and stared at the ceiling in a daze.
Wasn’t this dream too absurd...
And why were there only women showing up, wouldn’t someone who didn’t know better think I’m a person of high moral standards!
Yes, even the half-naked, free-to-enjoy Wu Nala, Zhou Wang rejected. He considered himself to be quite upright.
For some reason, Zhou Wang’s memory of the dream was exceptionally clear, even though many details were fuzzy. But still, there were plenty of scenes that felt frighteningly real.
Especially the final battle with Jiang Qingkui, um, or maybe it was Luo Meiling, or someone else. Now, recalling it seemed like he could still feel that warm, moist, sticky texture.
And that voice from a mature woman, repressed yet longing, with a hint of shame, crying out "Daddy," Zhou Wang could even remember the gentle tone...
"Hmm?"
While silently savoring it, Zhou Wang suddenly noticed something. He lifted the blanket to take a look, then frowned and touched around.
Moments later, Zhou Wang brought a suspicious, flesh-colored smooth cloth to his face. With the sunlight from the window, he could seemingly see some residual spots...
...
Breakfast, porridge, in the courtyard, with Miao Ying.
Looking at Miao Ying opposite him, with her high ponytail and a perfectly oval face, her thin lips sipping vegetable porridge in small bites, suddenly Zhou Wang sensed a hint of sensuality.
So Zhou Wang suddenly spoke up, "Ying Tao, have you ever tried any other hairstyles?"
Miao Ying was startled, then lifted her head up, a bit confused, "Mr. Zhou, what kind of hairstyle are you talking about?"
"Just letting it down, or tying double ponytails, something like that..."
Zhou Wang just casually said it, remembering a scene from the dream.
"Double ponytails... no, I haven’t."
Miao Ying’s expression was a bit puzzled. She just stammered and asked, "Mr. Zhou, is that something you want to see?"
"Yeah... never mind, let’s talk about it another time."
Zhou Wang looked up, seeing Miao Ying’s clear, bright eyes without any indication of other thoughts. Zhou Wang suddenly felt entirely too wicked and quickly waved his hand.
"Oh."
Miao Ying didn’t mind, she just lowered her head and continued sipping her porridge.
"By the way, this is for you. When the package arrived, you had already returned to Guizhou, so I brought it over directly."