The encounter between Zhou Wang and Cheng Yiyi with Song Rui was just an insignificant episode for Zhou Wang.
...But he did take the opportunity to hold Miao Ying’s hand, making him a little reluctant to let go.
Hands aren’t the easiest part to differentiate, especially when they’re all those of young and beautiful girls. For most guys, if it’s the first time touching the hand of a girl they like, there is usually a bit of excitement.
Excited, they wouldn’t have time to feel it carefully nor dare to make any unnecessary movements.
But Zhou Wang was different. After holding Miao Ying’s hand for a while, he started to push his luck.
In the common sense, Miao Ying’s complexion might be considered the "worst" among the women around Zhou; she wasn’t that fair-skinned.
Her skin tone was what men usually called "bronze" and women referred to as "wheat."
But this was merely the result of long-term outdoor training, not an indication that... she wasn’t nice to touch.
Zhou Wang already felt deeply about that last time when he touched her waist; it was... so fine, firm, and smooth.
So, after holding her hand for a while, Zhou Wang couldn’t help but start to change tactics, initially just gripping her four fingers with a light pull, and after another hundred meters, he tightly clasped his palm, while his thumb kept stroking the back of Miao Ying’s hand, feeling the delicacy of her skin.
After another hundred meters, it turned into their fingers interlocking, but Zhou Wang’s five fingers inside Miao Ying’s were constantly sliding up and down.
When they walked another hundred meters, Zhou Wang used his big hand to completely wrap around Miao Ying’s small fist, squeezing it like playing with play-doh, slowly and tenderly kneading it.
"Hmm..."
At one point, Miao Ying, walking beside Zhou Wang, had unknowingly lowered her head and her steps became slightly delayed, let out a barely noticeable nasal sound.
But because they were close enough, Zhou Wang still heard it.
He turned his head to see Miao Ying glance at him with slightly flushed cheeks before suddenly struggling a bit.
Knowing he’d possibly gone a bit too far, Zhou Wang quickly cleared his throat and let go of Miao Ying’s hand.
After pulling her hand back, Miao Ying took out a pack of wipes from her waist, carefully wiped her hands, and then handed one to Zhou Wang.
Zhou Wang took it and wiped his hands. As he was contemplating if he should apologize, Miao Ying, already done wiping her hands, suddenly leaned over again.
She remained silent, only casually letting her palm lightly brush against the edge of Zhou Wang’s hand.
"Hmm?"
Zhou Wang was bewildered for a moment.
Miao Ying didn’t look at him but turned her head aside, whispering, "Sweaty... uncomfortable."
...
It wasn’t until dusk that the slightly old-looking Audi A6L slowly returned to the Waldorf Courtyard Hotel.
Following the guidance of the housekeeper Xiao Dai, Zhou Wang parked the car. Xiao Dai quickly stepped forward and opened the car door for him. "Mr. Zhou, you’re back."
Zhou Wang, somewhat absent-minded, replied with an "Mm," and Xiao Dai quickly reported, "As per Miss Jiang, your secretary’s instructions before she left, dinner is ready. The chef from outside was invited to prepare braised pork with burnt dough..."
"Okay, but tell the kitchen to add one more seat to the table..."
Ding Yi would also come over for dinner, which is why Zhou Wang mentioned it.
"Alright, Mr. Zhou, I’ll arrange that immediately."
Xiao Dai responded, but he was somewhat puzzled.
Because instead of walking forward, Zhou Wang stood there as if waiting for something. It was only when Miao Ying, perpetually bowing her head, seemingly concealing something, got out from the driver’s seat, that Xiao Dai realized Zhou Wang was waiting for his..."driver."
Indeed, he knew that those girls traveling with Mr. Zhou weren’t that simple.
After all, with Xiao Dai’s experience, being the private housekeeper for the most expensive suite at an international five-star hotel in Beidou, he had seen countless wealthy people.
But at that moment, he still felt a bit of awe in his heart.
The quality of the women around Zhou Wang was simply astonishing.
The girl who spent the day in the room with Zhou Wang was an absolute beauty. So was Miss Ding, who visited Zhou Wang once, a fairy. Even Mr. Zhou’s secretary, also a fairy...
Even this young female driver, in Xiao Dai’s eyes, was not much worse than some of those so-called rising stars in the entertainment industry. As for the two ladies who seemed to be personal health consultants, they were also of high beauty standards.
The kind of girls Xiao Dai would be nervous about pursuing, even with his annual salary exceeding 300,000 in a place like Beidou...
Zhou Wang didn’t know what Xiao Dai was thinking. The reason he intentionally waited for Miao Ying was mainly due to the mindset of "not just leaving with your pants up as if nothing had happened."
After walking with Miao Ying to the parking lot, they stayed in the car for three or four more minutes.
Zhou Wang was curious about how much indulgence Miao Ying would give him.
To put it precisely, the time Miao Ying spent with Zhou Wang might be the most among all the girls around him, yet in terms of understanding her, she was the one Zhou knew the least about.
Both introverted, both not good at expressing themselves; however, the core of her and the senior’s personalities differed. Jiang Mo wasn’t easy to define now, but former Jiang Mo was inherently timid, whereas Miao Ying was different.
Though she was silent and reticent, her inner strength was genuinely robust, "spinal fracture," "liver laceration," "scapula comminuted fracture"...