The Wealthy Tycoon's Game of Life

At first, she could barely suppress her emotions, but later her hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

This is no longer the treatment of an artist; a "queen" might not even be treated like this...

Only now does Jin Zhixiu realize, after a night of rough handling, where Zhou Wang’s true "affection" for her really lies.

The resentment accumulated all morning had already vanished, and Jin Zhixiu strangely felt a little guilty. After all, when Zhou Wang was to inspect her dance skills this morning, she retaliated by fiercely pinching his waist and relentlessly clamping him...

If it weren’t for that, Jin Zhixiu probably wouldn’t have had shaky legs until she reached the company.

But based on Jin Zhixiu’s limited experience, that action might not necessarily make Zhou Wang feel any pain; quite the opposite, Zhou Wang might have already been feeling ecstatic.

Though at the time, Zhou Wang’s expression was one of gritted teeth...

But then Jin Zhixiu couldn’t help but pout a bit. Zhou Wang clearly prepared a surprise for her, but refused to tell her. This man is too wicked.

Absentmindedly, Jin Zhixiu completely forgot how she walked out of President Jin’s office. When she came to her senses, she was already standing outside the elevator.

"Sister Zhixiu, why are you in such a hurry? Didn’t President Jin say all your schedules for today were canceled... Also, those contracts, are you not going to let me keep them for you?"

Behind her, Jin Zhixiu’s assistant hurriedly caught up, panting heavily and asking.

Jin Zhixiu glanced down at the several contracts she was tightly holding, and a smile crept at the corner of her mouth, "No need, I want to keep them myself."

"Alright, but Sister Zhixiu, where are you going now? If it’s not urgent..."

"No, I’m in a hurry."

Jin Zhixiu had never felt such urgency before, and without caring what the assistant was about to say, she firmly shook her head, "I’m going home now."

Ding Dong!

At this moment, the elevator door opened, and Jin Zhixiu, ready to step inside, halted, while Lisa, preparing to exit the elevator, also paused.

Lisa took off her sunglasses in surprise, "Zhixiu, what are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be shooting Dior’s new product today..."

"The company asked me to come back to sign some contracts. What about you? I thought you also had outdoor engagements today?"

Jin Zhixiu asked, confused.

"What a coincidence?"

Faced with her closest sister in the group, Lisa had no intention of hiding anything and brightly smiled, "I’m here to sign contracts too; President Jin personally called me..."

Halfway through speaking, Lisa noticed the contracts Jin Zhixiu was holding, and her voice gradually grew smaller.

Jin Zhixiu also widened her eyes.

The two were at a loss.

"Is it... because of him?"

"Chairman Zhou?"

The two spoke simultaneously, although the question phrasing differed, it clearly represented the same meaning.

Then both fell silent once more.

Lisa indeed felt a bit muddled.

That night in the presidential suite, after expressing her submission to Zhou Wang in a unique way, she signed a personal contract in the opposite room with Zhou Wang’s lawyer, which was practically a "slave contract."

The contract’s terms were simple, but enough that Lisa couldn’t imagine the consequences if she ever betrayed Zhou Wang.

And the day after signing the contract, her mother was sent back to Thailand, with all debts erased.

Originally prepared for a long-term servitude to Zhou Wang, Lisa didn’t expect that, early this morning, Zhou Wang’s assistant Sura contacted her, asking her to wait for President Jin’s notification and come to the company to sign a supplementary contract.

Lisa wasn’t aware of the specifics, but Sura revealed enough details to her to make her ecstatic.

The profit share increased by 10%, the contract termination period was reduced...

If the contract is genuine, although her personal freedom is essentially under Zhou Wang’s control, her visible income will greatly increase, and she will have more say in the company.

Sura also hinted that as long as she continued to please the boss (Chairman), these were just appetizers... Zhou Wang had never been a stingy man.

So, upon receiving President Jin’s call, Lisa hurried to the company full of delighted anticipation, not expecting to run into Jin Zhixiu, who was also here to sign a supplementary contract.

Is it possible she also...

Both girls had the same bizarre thought, but hesitated to believe it.

After all, in each other’s eyes, neither Zhixiu nor Lisa seemed like someone who would easily accept such unwritten rules.

While the two were staring at each other, the elevator next to them opened with a ding, and Jeon So-mi, with silver hair and a model-like tall figure, came out humming an unknown tune.

Jeon So-mi tends to dress boldly on stage and more conservatively at the company. But today, she seemed to have defied this style, wearing a silver backless tank top and a black leather skirt, exposing her creamy thin waist and long legs like a silver python.

Zhixiu and Lisa were dumbfounded.

Though there’s air conditioning in the company, it’s winter now...

What’s Jeon So-mi planning by dressing like this?

At this point, Jeon So-mi noticed the two stuck at the elevator entrance, hesitated before greeting them, and then her gaze fell on the contract Zhixiu was holding.

"Oh, Sister Zhixiu, are you here to replace contracts too?"

Jeon So-mi exclaimed in surprise.

"..."

Suddenly, Jin Zhixiu found herself less eager to see that man.

...

Bang Bang!

The urgent knocking sound echoed.

"I don’t lack anything here... stop knocking!"

Bang Bang Bang...

Yet the knocking didn’t stop and became more urgent.

"Siba, you’d better not be trying to sell something, or I’ll break your legs!"

In the lane full of bungalows, accompanied by footsteps coming closer, a somewhat damaged roller shutter door was pulled up, revealing a scruffy middle-aged man in a vest.

Outside, stood a tall girl in a luxurious dress that clashed with the rundown street.

But the girl’s bright face was filled with urgency.

"Are you... Min’er?"

The middle-aged man paused, suddenly recognizing her and said joyfully, "Ah, Min’er, when did you come back? Come in, sit down. Your Sister En Hui will be thrilled to see you..."

"No thanks, Uncle Xiang He, I’m here to find my dad. Is he here?"

Cui Min’er interrupted the man, looking around him anxiously.

"Juncai?"

The middle-aged man’s expression paused, "Since he came by to borrow money, I haven’t seen him for a while. Wasn’t he doing business with your mom after losing his job?"

Borrowing money...

Cui Min’er pursed her lips, a growing sense of despair within her.

Seeing the quietness inside the house, she knew the man wasn’t lying, and without a word, she turned to leave, heading for the next familiar household in the slum.

"Min’er, Min’er? What’s happened..."

As the middle-aged man muttered in confusion, Cui Min’er walked further away.

Knocking on one household door after another, yet unable to find any trace of her father, Cui Min’er grew increasingly anxious.

The biting cold wind whipped through the street, but wearing only a thin long dress, Cui Min’er felt nothing. She continued her search, not knowing how long it lasted, until she finally encountered her brother, Cui Chenghuan.

"Chenghuan?"

The boy lingered at the alley’s entrance, turning to run away the moment he saw Cui Min’er. She moved forward a few steps but couldn’t catch up, panting breathlessly.

At this moment, she heard a commotion from deep within the alley, someone was shouting excitedly... it was the voice of her father, Cui Juncai.

Cui Min’er slowly turned her head, realizing what the place was, her last glimmer of hope extinguished, and her face gradually turned pale.