"Of course."
Jiang Qingkui suddenly leaned back, crossing her long legs hidden beneath the professional skirt of her windbreaker. Wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, they were full and rounded, a startling sight at this moment.
But what truly took Zhou Wang’s breath away was her expression at that moment, haughty yet containing a hint of tease, as if saying...
What can you do to me?
Zhou Wang didn’t know how Jiang Qingkui dared, but he felt he might really be malnourished today.
Zhou Wang suddenly stood up, reached out, and grabbed Jiang Qingkui’s slightly cool, slender hand. Then, with a gentle pull, he drew her into his arms amid her soft gasp.
The collision hurt a bit initially, but soon that pain was replaced by a solid warmth.
Jiang Qingkui, just over 1.7 meters tall, was now eye-level with Zhou Wang, thanks to her high heels. Before she could even react, Zhou Wang had wrapped one arm around her waist, lifting the other high.
It was loud.
Jiang Qingkui slightly opened her mouth, her voice very soft.
Although it was a situation she had led to herself, Zhou Wang’s swift implementation of punishment caught her off guard, making her cheeks slightly red.
...It didn’t hurt too much, after all, she wasn’t that "slim."
Without giving Jiang Qingkui much room to struggle, Zhou Wang raised his hand again, this time with more force.
Jiang Qingkui couldn’t help but cry out, but as she realized that Zhou Wang seemed to mean to purposely hurt her, listening for her submissive cries, she clamped her lips tightly shut, just gazing at Zhou Wang with that same provocative look.
What the hell...
Zhou Wang hadn’t expected Jiang Qingkui to be so brazen at this moment, so he switched tactics.
...So, no matter how tough a person’s mouth is, it’s still soft when you kiss it. After kissing Jiang Qingkui, Zhou Wang was immediately appeased.
Jiang Qingkui’s expression was defiant, but her actions weren’t so resistant, which made Zhou Wang extremely delighted, who was initially tentative. What kind of day was today... why did it seem like everyone had figured things out?
When his hand met no resistance and slipped beneath the windbreaker, Zhou Wang was no longer content with that. He forcefully pulled Jiang Qingkui, taking a few steps with her.
Jiang Qingkui accidentally fell onto the bed. The windbreaker splayed open, revealing the perfect curves hidden underneath, complemented by the custom-made Hermes professional skirt, enhancing her slightly cold and beautiful aura, creating an extreme contrast with her explosive contours.
Jiang Qingkui, pushed onto the bed, didn’t panic much, just breathed slightly, her bright eyes half-hidden beneath long eyelashes, casting a sidelong glance at Zhou Wang.
She was still provoking, as if telling Zhou Wang... is that all?
Unable to hold back, Zhou Wang pounced on her, his emotions surged. No matter why Jiang Qingkui suddenly had a change of heart, this time, it undoubtedly sparked hope in Zhou Wang of completely winning her over.
"Mm!"
As Zhou Wang pounced, Jiang Qingkui could no longer maintain her pride. She turned her head, as if resigning herself to fate. When she was about to close her eyes, her hand fumbled under the pillow and suddenly felt something.
Curious, Jiang Qingkui withdrew her hand. When she saw the filthy thing in her hand, she was stunned for a second, then her eyes widened in shock.
It was also then that Jiang Qingkui, who had come to her senses, realized that a bad smell seemed to pervade the big bed...
With her expression rapidly changing, Jiang Qingkui pushed Zhou Wang away. While Zhou Wang was still dumbfounded, she threw the thing in her hand at Zhou Wang.
"Disgusting!"
Jiang Qingkui said coldly, leaping off the bed immediately, quickly tidied up her clothes, and strode out of the room without looking back.
Only then did Zhou Wang see clearly what Jiang Qingkui had thrown over. All he could do was mutter, "What the..." cursing Yun Rou and Yun Lan under his breath. If they were going to clean up, they should do it properly, how could they leave such trash lying around...
Zhou Wang knew well that Jiang Qingkui had a bit of a cleanliness obsession.
Zhou Wang felt a headache and some regret; he had genuinely thought he could push Jiang Qingkui over tonight.
Although Jiang Qingkui hadn’t finished speaking before, Zhou Wang wasn’t truly a fool. He vaguely guessed what Jiang Qingkui wanted to say, though she regretted it afterward.
Therefore, Zhou Wang could roughly guess that Jiang Qingkui’s "provocation" earlier and subsequent "cooperation" were actually from a compensatory mindset.
Whether she was momentarily confused or not, this was undoubtedly a golden opportunity for Zhou Wang.
Yet now, not only had he missed this great opportunity, he might even be backsliding historically...
Sigh!
There’s also the issue of comforting Jiang Qingkui afterward.
Damn it, what the heck was all this!
...
Jiang Qingkui, with a cold face, returned to her room all the way back. After slamming the door with a heavy thud, she leaned against the door, taking deep breaths several times before barely calming her emotions... and the fire still raging within her.
Tilting her head back, leaning against the anciently carved Chinese door, Jiang Qingkui looked at the corridor light, once again a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes.
Moments later, as if thinking of something, she reached into her pocket for her phone, unlocking the screen. On WeChat, added half an hour ago, Ding Yi had already pushed over several business cards.
These business cards belonged to a senior partner at a domestic Red Circle Law Firm, a deputy general manager at a venture capital firm, and... a manager of a low-profile Beijing Circle club.
Opening the voice message from Ding Yi, her vibrant, infectiously pleasant voice came through:
"Sister Qingkui, I’ve talked to all of them, just contact them and you’ll get everything you want, I promise... it will far surpass your expectations!"
Jiang Qingkui pressed her lips together, her expression ambiguous.
She didn’t actually know what she wanted to say when she went to Zhou Wang earlier, seemingly not intending to resign, but perhaps not entirely unshaken. If she had to explore deeply...
Perhaps it was a slight inexplicable unwillingness that made her want a reaction from Zhou Wang to persuade herself.
But later, when Professor Chen’s call shocked her, Jiang Qingkui suddenly realized at that moment, Zhou Wang might indeed be the best resource she could reach...
So, was her earlier "advancing for pleasure" an attempt to exchange beauty for benefits, turning into the kind of person she despised the most?
No, that’s not it...
Jiang Qingkui quickly shook her head, denying the thought.
"I seem to... actually be moved by him."
Jiang Qingkui murmured softly to herself, then couldn’t help but grit her teeth, "But this bastard, how can he, how can he... be so shameless!"
If she hadn’t realized earlier, now Jiang Qingkui fully understood how that thing was produced.
Even using the simplest method of elimination, first excluding the most unlikely Miao Ying, unless Zhou Wang called in service, only two women were left in this courtyard who possibly did such things with him.
As she was gritting her teeth, Jiang Qingkui suddenly noticed that within the few steps she had walked quickly, something had made its way down to her thigh. Her face flushed, she hurriedly unbuttoned, stepping quickly toward the bathroom.
Clothes scattered, the perfect whiteness was soon obscured behind the ancient screen, leaving the moonlight still quietly flowing indoors, like the tangled emotions, scattered all over...