After sharing a glass of champagne, Zhou Wang turned and left the studio. Once the door was closed, the noise inside was shut out. He accepted a lighter handed silently by Miao Ying and took a drag from his cigarette. Then he tilted his head back and gazed at the bright night sky of White City.
The scene felt quite cinematic... Zhou Wang thought to himself.
If it weren’t for the [intelligence] from the system, Zhou Wang wouldn’t have bothered with all this, considering he wasn’t familiar with Xia Xiwei to that extent yet.
But since there was advice from the system, he thought he might as well follow through. After all, it was just a small task.
Originally, Zhou Wang considered arranging a fireworks display over Erhai.
But after some thought, he realized it seemed a bit tacky and could easily lead to unnecessary misunderstandings. So, Zhou Wang mobilized the entire crew, while he himself simply acted as a catalyst...
Not wanting to be part of the crowd, he disengaged as soon as the atmosphere seemed right.
"Tell Qianqian to transfer another 100,000 to ’Cat on the Roof’."
Zhou Wang pondered for a moment and gave another instruction.
Miao Ying nodded. To prevent herself from forgetting, she immediately took out her phone and sent a message to Xu Wenqian.
The opening singer was "Cat on the Roof". She had been busy with promotions in Sichuan and had only caught a flight in the afternoon. Although Ma Yuan had already promised an extra promotion fee from Daxia Film and Television, Zhou Wang intended to show his appreciation as well.
"Let’s head back."
Zhou Wang stomped out the cigarette and headed towards the room.
Upon returning to his suite with Miao Ying, Zhou Wang let her rest first while he himself went downstairs, turned left, and once again found himself at the door of room 307.
This was another reason for his early departure. Shen Yutong was still busy in the studio, while Shen Yurou should be alone in her room at this moment.
After a day of sleep, she should have recovered by now...
...
Click!
Retrieving the room card Shen Yutong had given him earlier, Zhou Wang swiped it to open the door, then gently walked inside.
There was no one in the living room; only the bedroom door was ajar. Zhou Wang walked up to it and peered inside through the gap.
The room was dark, but the moonlight was bright, streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling window, offering high visibility. Within his line of sight, he could see a graceful figure lying on the soft big bed, covered only by a thin blanket.
The woman seemed to be asleep; Zhou Wang didn’t bother to muffle his footsteps. But even when he reached the bed, she showed no signs of stirring.
Until Zhou Wang climbed onto the bed and touched her body, Shen Yurou visibly tensed for a moment. Zhou Wang couldn’t help but chuckle,
"Yurou, you’re not being honest, pretending to be asleep while you’re clearly awake..."
"Zhou Wang, we really can’t keep doing this."
Shen Yurou’s back faced Zhou Wang, her voice sounded softly, as if not at all surprised that he would be here.
"Is that so?"
Zhou Wang raised an eyebrow and traced her curves slowly with his fingers, taking a light sniff in the air. "But if that’s really how you feel, why did you take the effort to shower..."
"I... you left a mess on me everywhere, isn’t it normal to shower?"
Shen Yurou said indignantly, her voice so small that it carried no weight.
"And the perfume?"
Zhou Wang merely laughed, "That perfume must be Tongtong’s, right? I seem to have smelled it on her once..."
Shen Yurou instantly fell silent, even though he couldn’t see her. Zhou Wang seemed to imagine her expression at that moment—flustered, ashamed, with a hint of resentment.
This time, she was silent for a longer period than usual. Zhou Wang, still expecting a response, was confused when Shen Yurou suddenly turned to face him directly.
Her gaze was deep, and she stared fixedly at Zhou Wang for a while before softly asking, "Are you... leaving tomorrow?"
"Hm."
Zhou Wang nodded.
"And it will be a long time before you come looking... for Yutong again?"
Shen Yurou continued, her gaze becoming somewhat distant.
"I don’t know."
Zhou Wang shook his head honestly.
Shen Yurou became silent once more. After a few seconds, she pushed him gently on the chest, "Move aside for a bit."
Zhou Wang didn’t understand but shifted his body slightly, no longer pressing down on her.
With some space to move, Shen Yurou took a deep breath. Grasping the corner of the thin blanket, she hesitated for a moment before suddenly pulling it off herself.
Zhou Wang followed the movement with his eyes, momentarily stunned.
Because at that moment, Shen Yurou was wearing an incredibly alluring set of lingerie made of QQ pearls, no, Zhou Wang couldn’t even confirm if it was a complete outfit. The material was simply a long string of pearls with some sheer gauze.
The pearls were the main feature, strung together like a rope, circling from her shoulder down into two triangles, then extending in a line along her waist and abdomen, finally crossing between her legs, transforming into a slender strip that draped over the edge of the bed.
While Zhou Wang was still in shock, Shen Yurou turned her head aside, bashful and trembling as she picked up the pearl string and handed it to Zhou Wang.
She said nothing, perhaps unable to speak, only slowly lifting her leg.
Maybe seeing that Zhou Wang had still not reacted, she glanced at him, her eyes bearing sorrow and vexation, as if to say...
Is this still not enough?