The Wealthy Tycoon's Game of Life

It has the texture of pitch-black satin, yet in the darkness, it gleams with a crystalline sparkle, as if embedded with tiny diamonds on its inner surfaces.

Manolo Blahnik.

Flipping through fashion magazines, even in a somewhat dazed state, Zhou Wang naturally conjured up these two words in his mind.

This is a top luxury brand of high heels, deified by the TV show "Sex and the City," hailed as the "Holy Grail of high heels." Custom editions are frequent guests on the red carpet.

Upon seeing these solitary high heels, Zhou Wang faintly felt a sense of familiarity, but he couldn’t quite place it.

However, he realized a possibility...that the owner of these high heels might have appeared at the banquet just now.

Who could it be?

Is this the gift Charles mentioned?

Indeed, in this "blind box opening" atmosphere, Zhou Wang did feel a tiny thrill, a sort of inexplicable anticipation.

So he continued to move inside, soon passing through the hallway and arriving in the drawing-room.

It was pitch black here, but he could faintly see a woman’s coat casually thrown on the sofa, with what seemed to be other clothing underneath, but it was too dark to see clearly.

Zhou Wang’s gaze shifted to the bedroom door, the only place with a trace of light coming through.

The door was ajar, and the light inside was not very strong, but Zhou Wang knew that the "gift" waiting for him to unwrap was in there.

Zhou Wang casually tossed aside his suit jacket and loosened his tie, freeing a few buttons on his shirt...only then did he approach the bedroom door.

As Zhou Wang moved forward, he vaguely heard some faint sounds coming from the main bedroom, but they were indistinct, like the sound of soft fabric rubbing against more soft fabric.

For some reason, this gentle rustling stirred an itch in Zhou Wang’s heart.

Finally, Zhou Wang arrived at the main bedroom door.

He reached out and gently pushed open the door, and the first thing that caught his eye was a lamplight clothed in gauze, positioned by the bedside.

Apart from this, the room’s other light source came from the city lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, but being at a distance, the light that filtered in was not strong.

The two not very strong light sources enveloped the entire bedroom in a hazy ambiance.

Zhou Wang’s gaze inevitably fell on the carpet near the door.

He saw a strappy evening dress scattered on the floor; the strapless style still seemed somewhat familiar, but there had been too many encounters with women tonight, and in his inebriated state, Zhou Wang couldn’t determine to whom it originally belonged.

His gaze continued forward, and he saw several pairs of stockings of different styles: garter, fishnet, lace, leggings, polka dots...

The stockings lay scattered on the carpet as if their owner didn’t know which to choose, so perhaps all were tried.

Besides these, there were some thin, palm-sized fabrics Zhou Wang couldn’t understand, mixed with the stockings, extending along the carpet and eventually gathering at the end with the soft light, the large bed draped in black silk.

On the large bed, unsurprisingly, lay a woman.

Seeing her, Zhou Wang’s breath inevitably hitched, then grew significantly heavier.

The halo of the light just formed a circle around the spot where the mysterious woman lay sideways, her back to Zhou Wang, displaying high and low curves, full of artistic beauty.

Her soft, thick black hair bore a bit of a large wave, cascading from her head, with a white lace ribbon wrapped around her face, forming a bow at the back of her head.

Further down, under the veil of black hair, were faintly visible straight collarbones and a slender neck.

She wasn’t entirely unclothed; she was wearing something.

It was a pure white bodysuit with lace checks...let’s call it "sleepwear" for now.

It had no shoulder straps; two thin ties crisscrossed at the neck, then suddenly widened to half a palm’s breadth, slanting down under the arms, and crossing out again from the waist, finally converging at the apex of the crescent moon.

The lace ties crisscrossed to form a diamond shape, the center of which was a large expanse of bare back exposed through the hollow design.

Straight, fair, with a pearl chain passing right down the spine like a crescent moon, extending all the way to the bottom, disappearing beneath the moon.

This incredibly seductive lace sleepwear was something Zhou Wang, despite his rich experience, had almost never seen the women around him wear.

Because its boldest design was not at the back, nor probably at the front, which Zhou Wang temporarily couldn’t see, but at the bottom of the lace-tied splice, where the shadow was thickest under the light.

There, perhaps to allow for the pearl chain’s continuous passage, cheekily appeared an opening.

It gathered shadows there and simultaneously drew Zhou Wang’s gaze firmly, as if it concealed an abyss, yet that abyss was filled with floral fragrance, exuding a beauty capable of drawing one’s soul in.

The woman’s hands were also tightly bound behind her by satin lace bands.

She, as a whole, was like a true "gift," lying quietly on the bed after the ultimate decorative embellishment, waiting for Zhou Wang to unwrap.

Zhou Wang didn’t know her state, as she stayed in the same lying position ever since Zhou Wang entered, as if she were asleep.

Yet her body, due to its rigidity, appeared straight, with voluptuous thighs overlapped, resembling a model in an artistic photo.

As Zhou Wang slowly approached, he clearly noticed, however, a distinct shiver through the woman’s body.

...

Room 1709.

The living room was filled with a scent, sweet and fresh mixed together.

Under the bright lights, four girls were leaning side by side on the sofa.

They were dressed in Christmas-themed matching short skirts, revealing sexy slender legs or slim waists, with only slight differences in their outfits.

With faces either cold, charming, sexy, or cute, under the atmospheric lighting, they each exuded different beauty.

Their appearances varied slightly, with the most beautiful being a girl with a cold face, but under this standardized, styled armor, their charm was amplified by x4.

Any normal man standing here facing them would probably find it hard to resist.

Besides, their hands and feet were tied with red ribbons too, but noticeably loose, obviously just a decorative QQ method.

Apart from the cool-seeming girl trying to keep calm, the other three girls were visibly nervous.

Among them, a short-haired girl with a cute face couldn’t help but ask:

"Zhimin sister, are you sure Director Chen really said that to you, that if we...spend the night with Chairman Zhou, we could switch to an A Level contract early?"

She was noticeably shy when she said "together," but since the four girls were very familiar with each other, she bravely spoke the words aloud.

"That’s what Mr. Charles told Director Chen. According to Director Chen, Mr. Charles has a significant background, so even our SM Entertainment’s chairman doesn’t dare to offend him, it should...be alright, right?"

The girl with a cold countenance being questioned was Liu Zhimin, whom Zhou Wang had come across at the banquet before.

She belonged to a girl group called aespa, and the other three girls here were her members.

Yes, they were precisely the "gift" that Charles prepared for Zhou Wang.

As time passed, exceeding the expected time, and with no movement at the door, the nervousness in Liu Zhimin’s heart dissipated, replaced by deep confusion.

Previously, it was Director Chen who messaged her saying the person had arrived. It made her hurriedly have the sisters sit properly and help them tie their hands and feet with ribbons to truly present them as a "gift" to Chairman Zhou...

But now, where was the person?