The seemingly warmth-less sunlight slanted in from the balcony, casting itself on the tall, fair body.
Zhou Wang’s movement upon getting up startled the girl with a mixed-race appearance. She lazily turned over after a brief moment of confusion.
"Zhou, are you leaving?"
"Yes, Angel, my beautiful lover, I’m heading back home... I’ll remember every wonderful moment we spent together, your unique charm will remain eternal in my memory."
Zhou Wang gently kissed her smooth forehead, his gaze profound, his voice low, mesmerizing the girl beyond restraint.
Angel, with dreamy eyes, bit her full lips and suddenly said:
"Zhou, I want to go to Huaxia with you!"
Hmm?
Zhou Wang immediately sat up with a blank expression and sighed, "Sorry, Angel, I don’t want to hold you back. You’re the most genuine girl I’ve ever met, you deserve better."
"Zhou..."
Angel’s eyes filled with tears, extremely reluctant to part.
"Alright, stop making a fuss."
Zhou Wang said a sentence in Chinese, then casually slapped waves on her smooth skin, before he disentangled himself from Angel’s long limbs that were once again trying to entwine him, got up, and opened the bedside drawer to fish out a thick wad of euros and placed it on the pillow.
"It’s about to head into a chilly winter, buy yourself a couple of decent outfits."
"No, Zhou, you’ve given me enough, I can’t take it..."
Angel immediately shook her head, wanting to return the money to Zhou Wang.
The commission she earned from Zhou Wang that night had exceeded one hundred thousand euros, an income she wouldn’t likely earn in a normal year.
"Just take it. I have nothing else to give you, can only express my fervor with vulgar money..."
Zhou Wang shook his head, finally kissed her lips, then turned and left, leaving only the girl’s sobs behind him.
"Zhou, I will always, always remember you..."
...
The Range Rover led the way, the elongated Rolls Royce traveled on the road toward Charles de Gaulle International Airport.
Miss Yang, wearing sunglasses, looked suspiciously at Zhou Wang beside her, "Zhou Wang, did someone enter your room last night? I seemed to have seen a woman..."
"Oh, that should be Brenda bringing me a drink, I had a bit of insomnia last night."
"Really?"
Miss Yang murmured, "Brenda’s figure is that good..."
Miss Yang thought it must be a distortion caused by the angle, so she didn’t dwell on it.
"Is Miss Di really not coming with us?"
At this moment, Zhou Wang thought of another matter and casually asked.
"She was originally going to come with us, but she seemed to be feeling unwell, so I granted her a day off to rest in Paris. Her schedule is busier than mine as the boss..."
"I see."
Zhou Wang knew well, Miss Di... was most likely avoiding him.
But that night he thought he hadn’t been too overboard.
Although Zhou Wang was uncertain about the details in his memory, he wasn’t very confident.
It’s just as well, everyone should cool down a bit; after all, Zhou Wang felt like he was already getting too involved with too many women.
At this moment, Miss Yang suddenly sighed, her expression turning melancholic.
"What’s the matter?"
Zhou Wang was somewhat puzzled.
"From today until May next year, I can’t go wild like this anymore."
Miss Yang forced a smile, "Zhou Wang, thank you, this was my happiest week this year."
Seeing her forlorn look, Zhou Wang opened his mouth but ultimately swallowed back the words.
He didn’t delve too deeply. Everyone has their own lifestyle choices; as a top star, Miss Yang’s schedule is filled until next year, nothing strange about it. Perhaps, it’s the price she pays for this "week-long holiday"...
He wouldn’t ask Miss Yang why she worked so hard even though she had already earned enough money.
Just like even during this familiar time in Europe, he never asked Miss Yang why she divorced...
Not everyone has a cheat code; for most adults, life’s main theme is "beyond one’s control." What we can do is try to live brilliantly when the light shines on us.
...
At this moment, Zhou Wang was indeed brilliant.
With three Range Rovers leading the way, amidst the envious gazes of passersby, the Rolls Royce stopped at the entrance of Charles de Gaulle Airport. As if in a movie, dozens of bodyguards in black spread around in advance, and Ray personally escorted the two into the airport.
At moments like this, it’s hard not to feel a sense of superiority that "most people are just numbers."
Miss Yang was quite used to such scenes. Smiling, she clung to Zhou Wang’s arm while teasing in a low voice, "Look, there are several Huaxia people taking pictures over there, maybe they recognized me, aren’t you afraid you’ll make headlines tomorrow, with the title ’Young Billionaire Dating a Washed-Up Starlet’..."
"I’m not married, what am I afraid of?"
Zhou Wang snorted disdainfully while discreetly putting some distance between himself and Miss Yang, silently taking out sunglasses to put on.
Miss Yang couldn’t help but laugh heartily, "Huh, thought you really thought like that!"
"What do you know? It’s better to avoid trouble..."
"Coward is a coward, someone’s only tough in words!"
"Come to my room tonight, and I’ll show you how hard I am elsewhere too."
"I’ll come as long as you don’t run."
"You come first before we talk..."
In the midst of their banter, Ray had already gone ahead to get their boarding passes and led them to the VIP passage.