Chapter 1601 - 643: YG Banquet
"It’s been delivered. Mr. Charles says he’ll arrive on time and bring a congratulatory gift for you, boss."
To accurately convey Charles’s demeanor at the time, Xu Wenqian thought for a moment and even mimicked Charles’s tone.
"Oh, I can’t wait to see Zhou’s expression then. From what I know about him, he’ll definitely love this gift but will try his best to appear indifferent... I think that’ll be quite amusing!"
"If you keep talking to me in that awful translation voice, I swear to God I’ll smack your butt hard with pointed leather boots!"
Zhou Wang, laughing and crying, casually gave a slap to Xu Wenqian’s perky rear.
Xu Wenqian let out a light cry, her eyes seemed to glisten with water, and surprisingly said in a small trembling voice: "Is there... more?"
Zhou Wang was stunned for a moment, and after Xu Wenqian blushed and lowered her head, he said with a strange look, "You’re not Xu Wenqian, quickly tell me, who possessed you?"
Feeling more embarrassed, Xu Wenqian could only explain helplessly, "I... I thought you’d like this kind of joke, boss..."
Zhou Wang smacked his lips, speechless for a moment.
Xu Wenqian once had a period of "rebellion," when she first discovered her ex-boyfriend’s true nature, she was quite "burned" by the shock.
She dared to try any kind of clothes, learned all kinds of postures, and even humbly asked Zhou Wang for advice on how to make her speech more articulate...
But unfortunately, the good times didn’t last long. After her emotional wounds healed, Xu Wenqian gradually became less daring and returned to her previous reserved style... This is probably what is meant by the saying ’mountains and rivers change, but nature is hard to alter.’
Zhou Wang had all kinds of girls around him and didn’t think he had to mold Xu Wenqian into a particular style, so he just let things be.
Today, seeing Xu Wenqian display a small contrast was rare. After some simple thinking, Zhou Wang could vaguely grasp Xu Wenqian’s feelings.
This business trip to Korea, Xu Wenqian must be full of expectations, right?
Except for the day she first met Zhou Wang, she didn’t have any other opportunities to be alone with him. She’s probably... really getting anxious.
Thinking of this, Zhou Wang felt a little guilty.
Back home, it was understandable, but abroad, without interference from other sisters, he was still overwhelmingly "busy," which was quite awkward.
Zhou Wang glanced at the new Audemars Piguet perpetual calendar on his wrist; there’s still a bit of time before the dinner, so if he hurried a bit, it should be enough...
Thinking this, he waved his hand to signal Sura to go out and wait for a moment.
Once Sura left, he directly lifted the puzzled Xu Wenqian to the sofa, without uttering a word, and started unzipping her dress.
Xu Wenqian suddenly realized what was happening, blushingly stopped Zhou Wang, "Boss, the banquet... the banquet is about to start."
"So should I leave?"
Zhou Wang smiled slyly.
Xu Wenqian fell silent, turning her head to look elsewhere, as the shame of Sura waiting outside was continuously rising, but her long legs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings under the skirt couldn’t help but extend out tightly, hooking onto Zhou Wang.
After a few seconds, Xu Wenqian, with a face full of blush, suddenly bit her lip and sat up, making Zhou Wang lie down instead.
"Then don’t move, or if your hairstyle gets messed up, we’ll have to start over from the beginning..."
...
About forty minutes later, Zhou Wang, freshly tidied up, walked out of the suite with a tie on.
He sighed as he tapped his own kidney... Damn it, didn’t expect to still be a Time Management Master even abroad, and could only say sorry to Jill.
This is the downside of attracting too many women, so he should still restrain himself!
Thinking this, Zhou Wang said to Sura at the door, with a strange look and sneaky demeanor: "Don’t bother Qianqian, let her rest for a while... Let’s go down first."
"Boss, didn’t expect your stamina to be quite good..."
Sura’s face turned red, weakly adding a comment.
"This was already rushed, otherwise your Sister Qianqian wouldn’t be able to move tonight."
"That’s amazing..."
Sura, having listened outside the wall for a while, already felt a bit wobbly, muttering to herself, "I really want to try this kind of feeling too."
"That’s not hard; you can..."
Zhou Wang was about to habitually joke a bit, but suddenly saw Sura’s eyes sparkling, seemingly filled with anticipation. He immediately realized Sura might not be joking with him, quickly shutting his mouth.
Recalling just a moment ago he was advising himself to exercise restraint, Zhou Wang felt somewhat embarrassed, like slapping his own face.
Fortunately, as Zhou Wang proactively avoided the topic, Sura seemed to realize their conversation had gone a bit far, quickly regaining a normal demeanor. It wasn’t until they entered the elevator that the ambiguous atmosphere in the air dissipated, allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief.
On the other side, Sura also quietly stuck out her little tongue, feeling somewhat ashamed.
Saying those kinds of words is akin to direct seduction. Indeed, what Sister Qingkui said privately was true; Mr. Zhou is quite toxic, spending too much time with him will gradually skew one’s entire mindset...
If Zhou Wang really were to knock on her door that night, she wouldn’t know what to do.
Accepting it feels like betraying Sister Qingkui, while rejecting it leaves her with few reasons...
In Sura’s chaotic thoughts, the VIP elevator arrived at the first floor.
As the elevator door opened, the soft music drifted into their ears, and not far away, the main banquet hall was already faintly populated with various figures.