The Wealthy Tycoon's Game of Life

After Zhou Wang received the gift box, Han Suying didn’t wait for any reaction from him. She bowed again and quickly left.

Zhou Wang examined the gift box in his hand. It was only as wide as a palm, square, and had no logo or label on the ribbon. It was impossible to tell what it was, but it felt very light.

Casually slipping the small gift box into his pants pocket, Zhou Wang walked through the corridor and reached a small lounge on the other side.

As he pushed open the door, a tall girl pacing inside the room turned to see Zhou Wang. A look of surprise and joy instantly crossed her face, and she quickly walked up to him. Her lips moved hesitantly as if unsure.

"What’s wrong, just a few days apart, and you’re already distant?"

Zhou Wang raised an eyebrow.

Seeing that familiar mischievous smile with a hint of roguishness, Cui Min’er finally put her mind at ease. She took a couple of steps forward, wrapped her arms around Zhou Wang’s neck, slightly embarrassed but happily exclaimed:

"Hubby~"

Only when leaning against Zhou Wang did Cui Min’er feel all her fatigue from the past few days dissipate, and that indescribable sense of security returned to her heart.

Unconsciously lost in the moment, she tightened her grip around Zhou Wang’s arms as if trying to melt completely into his embrace.

What reassured Cui Min’er more was that even though she didn’t speak, Zhou Wang never urged her... Even without saying anything, he seemed to understand everything.

He understood her grievances, fears, and the apprehension of possibly being abandoned.

Zhou Wang held her not-so-light body and sat down on the sofa, waiting for Cui Min’er to gradually calm her emotions. He only regretted that the clothes Cui Min’er wore today were too thick, preventing him from playing with her long, elastic legs at the moment.

After a while, Cui Min’er raised her head. She seemed to have built up the courage for half a day, and finally mustered enough to say, "Zhou Wang Oppa, the bank card you gave me..."

"I know."

"You know?"

Cui Min’er looked up, startled. Her usually proud face now showed a bit of innocent charm.

Zhou Wang couldn’t resist kissing her rosy lips, then softly smiled and said, "Your parents took it, right?"

"Hubby, how did you know?"

Unaware of Qu Peining’s presence, Cui Min’er was indeed surprised.

"I might know more than you."

Zhou Wang chuckled and said, "Your father Cui Juncai lost his job because of Woo-bin’s arrangements. That thug from Jiulong Village who runs a gambling den, called Fengxian, was instructed by Woo-bin to approach your father deliberately. Otherwise, how could he dare lend so much money to an unemployed man?"

Qu Peining discovered some anomalies while staying by Zhou Wang’s side and casually investigated.

The truth of everything was actually quite obvious and didn’t take much effort to uncover—however, Cui Min’er’s family’s status was too low, or even if they sensed something, they were powerless to resist. This was the tragedy of most people struggling at the bottom.

Especially in a place like Korea, where financial tycoons dominate, this was even more apparent.

"I really didn’t expect Woo-bin to be like this..."

Cui Min’er’s eyes turned red, and she looked as if she might cry.

When Woo-bin mocked Cui Min’er’s family as mere pawns for him to manipulate, Cui Min’er had already suspected something, but now, Zhou Wang’s "confirmation" made it a certainty.

"It’s okay, it’s all in the past."

Zhou Wang comforted her by gently patting her back.

"But, what about the money..."

"I don’t care."

"Oh."

Cui Min’er responded obediently, but her pretty face was still full of distress... That was a few billion Korean Won, and it was the first time she had so much money in her life.

"I’m just teasing you. While I don’t care about money, I’m not a philanthropist. Even if I were, I wouldn’t give such people money."

Seeing Cui Min’er so distressed about the money, Zhou Wang laughed, "Don’t worry, someone will take care of it, and your pocket money will still be yours."

"Really?"

Cui Min’er’s eyes lit up again.

Among the four girls in the "Colorful Art Sisters," she and Su Yajing were the more materialistic and vain types, even more so than ordinary girls.

However, compared to Cui Min’er, Su Yajing was much smarter. Her materialism and vanity always came mixed with coquetry and full of emotional value, making it hard for any normal man to dislike her.

Though Cui Min’er wasn’t as wise as Su Yajing, and sometimes seemed a bit dim-witted, her figure was excellent, and her features were charming... So, Zhou Wang found it hard to mind these little flaws.

Moreover, with more women around him now, Zhou Wang liked women who were a bit dense...

He wished everyone could be like Cui Min’er, which would save trouble.

If every one of them had the IQ of Jiang Qingkui or Qi Jiayi, Zhou Wang felt that even if he were a genius, it would be difficult to let them coexist in harmony.

Unless she was as clever as Jiang Qingkui and as docile as Su Yajing, but such a woman might only exist in dreams...

Zhou Wang suddenly thought of a quiet figure and fell silent again.

Cui Min’er didn’t know how much Zhou Wang had thought of in an instant. She just remembered something and timidly asked, "What about my parents then..."

Knowing that her parents still leaned toward Woo-bin, Cui Min’er felt very resentful internally, but they were, indeed, her parents, and she really didn’t know how to handle it.

"No rush, we’ll talk when I visit your home."