"Then answer one more question for me, and I’ll leave."
"What... what question?"
"What are you thinking right now?"
Zhou Wang spoke softly, holding Jiang Qingkui’s cheek to prevent her from avoiding his gaze.
At this moment, the two of them were extremely close. Zhou Wang could clearly feel Jiang Qingkui’s erratic, heated breath, and Jiang Qingkui could also catch the strong masculine scent from Zhou Wang.
In this second, their senses were especially intense.
Jiang Qingkui’s eyes seemed like a vortex, unconsciously drawing her even closer, leaving only a few centimeters between their lips as if a magnet would pull them together at any moment.
At this close distance, Zhou Wang noticed that Jiang Qingkui’s lips were actually quite full, thicker than the other girls he had encountered.
The richly colored lipstick, dotted with stars, layered on her lips, making them all the more sensual.
"Sister Qingkui, do you still have your first kiss?"
Driven by curiosity, or some sudden surge of possessiveness, Zhou Wang asked.
"I don’t like... men!"
Jiang Qingkui seemed to sense the danger too. She tried hard to avoid Zhou Wang’s gaze, almost squeezing the words through her teeth.
"Is that so?"
Zhou Wang appeared unconvinced, or perhaps he wanted to test it. His fingers, holding the side of Jiang Qingkui’s face, slid to her lips, and then, catching her off guard, went in.
"Mmm!"
In a state already far from normal, Jiang Qingkui had never experienced such a novel sensation.
She lost her focus instantly, instinctively cooperating with Zhou Wang.
By the time she realized something was wrong, Zhou Wang had already withdrawn his fingers and chuckled lightly, "Sister Qingkui, it seems the reality isn’t as you say it is!"
"Bastard!"
Jiang Qingkui cursed softly, her neck arching back as her feelings grew endlessly complex.
This round of confrontation meant she lost completely.
Her mistake was agreeing to Zhou Wang’s absurd little request, leaving her at a disadvantage from the start.
As Zhou Wang slowly approached, Jiang Qingkui, not knowing how to resist, was about to close her eyes in resignation, when Zhou Wang, just about to touch her lips, suddenly stepped back.
"You..."
Jiang Qingkui opened her eyes in shock.
"I’m a gentleman; I wouldn’t take advantage of someone in distress. Sister Qingkui, have a good rest."
Zhou Wang said with utmost seriousness, then turned to open the door and leave without a moment’s hesitation, his movements as graceful as could be.
Click!
Once the door closed, Jiang Qingkui, regaining her senses, couldn’t hold on any longer, sliding down to the floor against the wall. In a hectic and clumsy manner, she pulled out an annoying little object from herself and threw it hard against the opposite wall with a "thud."
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
But the annoying little object was surprisingly well-made and didn’t break.
"How could someone be so hateful? The timid younger brother who only dared to peek at me from behind the window in my memory, was he taken over by someone?"
Recalling Zhou Wang’s feigned seriousness, Jiang Qingkui clenched her teeth, short of breath, but also with a hint of relief.
Even though she might not have rejected Zhou Wang, she couldn’t tell what her emotions were at the time. She didn’t want things to happen in such a way as might make her regret later.
One might say that Zhou Wang’s actions, amidst her anger, inexplicably earned him a bit of her favor.
Covering her face, Jiang Qingkui, now a heap of clay, lay on the carpet, curled up in a ball, silent.
...
The next day arrived. Xiao An reappeared in the Su-style mansion, now in the role of the housekeeper.
She had submitted her resignation to West Lake Four Seasons. Although it would take some time to complete the formalities, it didn’t prevent her from starting her housekeeping duties early.
"Mr. Zhou, my initial plan is to hire a maid and a gardener, mainly to assist me in the daily upkeep of the residence..."
"Hiring just two people, won’t it be too few?"
"I think it’s enough, since you don’t live here regularly. When it’s time for a big cleanup, we can always pay for professional cleaning services. For regular maintenance, three people can handle it. Hiring a maid also makes it convenient for you, having someone available whenever you’re here occasionally."
Xiao An had evidently thought this through and explained.
Zhou Wang acknowledged the reasoning and nodded in agreement. "Then just handle it as you see fit. I’ve already told Xu Wenqian about it. When you need to withdraw cash, just inform her. She’s very meticulous, so make sure to keep all the receipts."
"I understand, don’t worry."
...
At 2 p.m., in the large conference room of Wuyou Media, Zhou Wang attended the first formal meeting of his first job.
But to be honest, it was quite boring...
The main content of the meeting was to summarize the annual gala while also laying out the work tasks for the next quarter, but these had little to do with Zhou Wang.
As a supervisor, his primary role was to exercise oversight and not to participate in the company’s daily management. Although he could intervene if he insisted, it would mostly just be annoying.
His appearance was primarily to familiarize the lower and middle-level employees with his face. Even though, due to the Wuyou Night event, most people probably already knew him.
After the meeting, during a tea break in Zhou Wang’s new office, Zhang Shihao took the initiative to suggest,