The Wealthy Tycoon's Game of Life

Jeon So-mi clearly remembered that when Jin Zhixiu came here tonight, she was definitely wearing stockings.

After all, it was already winter. With a skirt on, there were hardly any girls who dared to go out bare-legged. Not to mention, stockings in Korea had a status no less than in Huaxia; the open-minded attitudes here also made girls treat stockings as one of the most everyday fashion items.

But when Jin Zhixiu followed Zhou Wang back, the stockings on her legs... were gone.

Not only that, Jeon So-mi also saw more things.

For example, after just going out once, Jin Zhixiu had somehow gone from full makeup to bare-faced. Men usually weren’t sensitive to this kind of change—after all, Jin Zhixiu had great natural features, so the difference between makeup and no makeup wasn’t huge—but how could Jeon So-mi possibly miss it?

Besides, one of her earrings was gone, there were subtle creases on her skirt, and at the hem there were suspicious water stains...

And from the time Jin Zhixiu disappeared to when she came back, nearly an hour had passed.

It wasn’t hard to figure out that during this whole period, Jin Zhixiu had been alone with Zhou Wang.

So... what exactly had the two of them done to cause such drastic changes in Jin Zhixiu’s appearance?

And what kind of thing could make a man and a woman disappear together for a full hour?

Was this the collapse of morals behind it, or the distortion of human nature?

Jeon So-mi didn’t know, but a woman’s strong intuition let her grasp something in the dark.

Given the methods and power Zhou Wang had shown, if—if she could also have that same kind of relationship with Zhou Wang, wouldn’t that be the opportunity she’d been desperately craving all this time?

Not to mention Zhou Wang was young and handsome, and just now Jeon So-mi’s little hand had personally verified he had a proper eight-pack... There was no way she’d be losing out.

So after leaving the bar she quietly waited here again. She was afraid Zhou Wang wouldn’t intuitively understand what she wanted, so she directly went for the "kabedon" approach.

Whatever Jin Zhixiu had in her head, of course Zhou Wang didn’t know, but he could guess a bit.

Love at first sight tends to be more reserved; it’s only pure ulterior motives that make someone this impatient.

And the only thing on him that Jin Zhixiu could be aiming for was his position as chairman of YG Entertainment.

But Zhou Wang didn’t mind.

Everyone having their fun bluntly and openly was great...

He just sighed a little. These Peninsula girls really did know how to talk—clearly he was the one taking advantage, but seeing how excited she was, it seemed like she was the one begging him to sleep with her.

"What do you want?"

Zhou Wang asked while using his palm to test how delicate her skin was.

"An S Level contract, or... the female lead in a custom drama."

Jeon So-mi stole a cautious glance at Zhou Wang and said, a little lacking in confidence.

Zhou Wang only smiled without confirming or denying.

An S Level contract was the kind only top-tier artists like BlackPink or Bigbang at their peak could enjoy. It had the shortest term, the best profit split, and could even include equity dividends.

As for a "custom drama," that meant a drama adapted from a licensed IP, with top-tier screenwriters and directors, a huge budget, and from the very beginning produced with the goal of becoming the biggest hit of the year.

"Why Secretary Kim Like That," "Lonely and Shining God: Ghost," "Dark Glory," "Squid Game," etc., were all that kind of custom drama.

Jeon So-mi’s ambition couldn’t be called small.

"Do you have a place?"

While Jeon So-mi was nervously waiting, Zhou Wang didn’t answer her question but instead asked another.

"W-what place?"

Jeon So-mi was stunned for a second, not reacting right away.

"I’m asking you, what do cattle and horses do when they’re hungry?"

Zhou Wang decided to quiz her.

"Eat grass..."

Jeon So-mi answered honestly.

Seeing that she still looked totally confused, Zhou Wang shook his head helplessly. This was what a language barrier did—she completely failed to get his joke.

But it didn’t matter. Zhou Wang amused himself by putting an arm around her shoulder and walking her forward. "You don’t need to worry about it. Just remember that right now you’re the hungry cattle and horse, and we’ve got to find a more private place for you to eat grass."

"Mm, mm, I want to eat grass."

Jeon So-mi still didn’t understand, but she knew to obey Zhou Wang unconditionally, nodding immediately like a pecking chick.

...

Right near Itaewon, Zhou Wang hadn’t expected that Jeon So-mi actually had a private studio here.

On the second floor of a small building—according to Jeon So-mi’s introduction—this was her music base. Back before she was famous she used to write songs here. After signing a contract she no longer had to write her own songs, but she kept the place, and from time to time she’d come here to reminisce.

Right now, in the studio where instruments were scattered everywhere, Zhou Wang was half-leaning on a beanbag in the corner, watching the hot dance routine Jeon So-mi had choreographed herself and never shown to the public.

A circular fill light stood in the center on a stand. Having taken off her hoodie, Jeon So-mi was only wearing a tube-top sweater and tight jeans, dancing her heart out around the light stand.

You had to admit, Korea’s unique trainee system meant that the stars they sent into the entertainment industry really were all-rounders.

Not long ago, Zhou Wang had just enjoyed the captivating dance of BlackPink’s main Dancer, Lisa. Now, watching Jeon So-mi—who was positioned as a singer—he actually didn’t feel her dancing was much weaker than Lisa’s.

And besides... Jeon So-mi’s chest was really big.

Before, she’d had a hoodie on, but now with only a sweater tube top, the sense of fullness was obvious, totally crushing Jin Zhixiu and Lisa, those two little carrami.

On top of that, her waist was narrow, her legs long, her ass big, her proportions excellent. With Zhou Wang’s current level of artistic appreciation, he could already tell that her figure was exactly that so-called standard "nine-head proportion."

However, after appreciating her figure for a while, Zhou Wang started feeling dissatisfied with her dance moves being too conventional.

Although he could see that Jeon So-mi was already trying hard to lower her own limits to please his eyes, with the dazzling example of Lisa still fresh, this kind of dance that didn’t even involve body contact really couldn’t stir up much of a ripple in Zhou Wang.

So, taking advantage of a pause in the music, Zhou Wang clapped his hands and lightly cleared his throat. "Can you dance anything else?"

"Anything else?"

Ponytailed Jeon So-mi froze for a moment, then said with some confidence, "As long as it’s not something super obscure, I can probably dance it... What kind of dance do you want to see, Chairman?"

"I heard a long time ago that Korea’s female streamers have really seductive dance moves, but it’s a pity you have to climb the Great Firewall to watch them, and a ’good citizen’ like me really can’t find any way to see them. So I’ve been longing for it for ages, just wanting to see it with my own eyes..."

"I don’t get it."

Jeon So-mi shook her head, confused.

Seeing this, Zhou Wang could only choose to speak plainly. "I want to see the pendulum swing."

Now Jeon So-mi understood. Her face flushed red as she asked, "You mean... the kind BJ girl streamers do?"

"Mm."

Zhou Wang nodded gravely.

Jeon So-mi pressed her red lips together, then silently started rummaging through the room.

A moment later she’d changed into a blue-and-white JK uniform, tied her silver hair up into two high twin ponytails, and beneath the mid-thigh skirt hem were white mid-calf fishnet socks...

It wasn’t clear whether it was because her legs were too plump or the socks were the wrong size, but the edges were pulled so tight that a ring of flesh spilled out, giving off an explosive kind of sexiness.

Jeon So-mi walked to the front of the light stand so Zhou Wang could use the concentrated lighting to catch every detail of her dance. Then, a little embarrassed, she glanced back and said:

"I bought this outfit when I graduated junior high. It might be a bit ill-fitting now..."

Zhou Wang, whose breathing had already stopped, stared wide-eyed at the "silver-haired big loli" in front of him. Hearing that, he immediately waved his hand, wearing a "you don’t understand anything" expression.

"What I want is exactly for it not to fit!"

Only then did Jeon So-mi stop talking. She turned on the Bluetooth speaker, faced away from Zhou Wang, raised both hands high, and slowly stacked them behind her head...