The panicked Jiang Mubai immediately wrapped herself in a towel and stammered to Zhou Wang, "Um, uh, should I leave first..."
After Jiang Mubai finished speaking, she aimed to run out headfirst, but of course, Zhou Wang wouldn’t let her go so easily. He gently extended his hand and lifted her, grabbing her around the waist.
"Mr. Zhou, you, let go..."
Jiang Mubai tried to struggle.
"Ahem, Xiaobai, don’t misunderstand. Actually, things are not how you imagine."
Jiang Mubai was taken aback.
"It’s , you also saw that a series of things happened tonight. Actually, my mood isn’t great, so I called Xiaoxiao over, wanting you both to join me for a drink..."
Zhou Wang said earnestly.
This is what Jiang Mubai was inwardly screaming, but people, when faced with two choices, always subconsciously choose the one that seems easier to accept, rather than spend effort to create a third option for themselves...
Jiang Mubai was actually aware that it would be hard for her to escape. In such a situation, when Zhou Wang presented the proposal of "having a drink," she found it difficult to refuse.
This psychological tactic named "refusing and retreating" had proven repeatedly effective since Zhou Wang first pursued Jiang Mo, and now, it was once again applied by him effortlessly.
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Jiang Mubai hesitated for a long time, and with Zhou Wang’s hand mischievously caressing her smooth waist, continuously sapping her strength to struggle, eventually, Jiang Mubai compromised.
Zhou Wang’s lips curled, and he nodded seriously, "Let’s have a drink."
The night was cool like water.
In the master bedroom beside the floor-to-ceiling window at 1-707 Beidou No.1 Courtyard, the three of them started drinking.
As they drank, the bottle of Chambertin Grand Cru Red Wine from the Arman Rousseau Winery toppled over on the floor, with the deep red wine spilling from the bottle mouth and spreading across the carpet, bleeding into purple, also reflecting white.
Jiang Mubai, whose cheeks were crimson, lay sprawled over the seemingly unconscious Wang Xiaoxiao, her waist and belly revealing astonishing curves.
The moon shadow danced on the curtains, and at one moment, Jiang Mubai suddenly awoke, biting her lips in grievance as she looked back, staring at the man, and stuttered, "This... This was supposed to be just drinking?"
Zhou Wang did not answer her, because he was drunk as well.
Drunk in this picturesque night, he found himself unable to extricate.
When Zhou Wang managed to open his eyes with difficulty, he felt his vision still slightly blocked. He raised his hand to wipe across his face, tossing aside the piece of purple cloth covering his face, allowing his view to become somewhat clearer.
Soon after, Zhou Wang felt a hint of breathlessness. He turned his head and saw Jiang Mubai entangling herself around him like an octopus, her legs reminiscent of white jade pressing firmly against his belly.
Zhou Wang exerted some effort to move Jiang Mubai aside, then sat up.
Recalling the indulgence of last night, Zhou Wang couldn’t help but rub his aching waist... or rather, his aching head.
Damn it, lost control and drank too much!
The main reason was that Jiang Mubai and Wang Xiaoxiao were both pretending well, clearly their drinking abilities were not poor, yet they feigned drunkenness one after another, causing Zhou Wang to drop his guard and fall into their trap.
But... where is Wang Xiaoxiao?
Zhou Wang looked around but couldn’t find any trace of Wang Xiaoxiao, making him somewhat puzzled.
She seemed quite drunk last night too, or rather, when Zhou Wang poured her drinks, he showed no mercy, just as intense as last time, and logically, she shouldn’t be able to move.
After sifting through various fragmentary purple and white obstructions on the bed, Zhou Wang finally found Wang Xiaoxiao at the opposite end of the bed corner, cloaked in a blanket, sleeping sweetly, emitting even breaths.
Seeing the bruise on her shoulder blade, Zhou Wang had a momentary pang of guilt, choosing not to disturb her peaceful sleep, and directly flipped out of the bed. After dressing himself in a robe and leaving the bedroom for the first floor, he grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the fridge and then sat down on the sofa, taking out his phone.
First, Zhou Wang called Huang Duming, asking him to buy some breakfast and bring it up, only then did he begin to check his phone.
His phone showed two missed calls and more than ten unread messages. Zhou Wang glanced at it and returned Xu Wenqian’s call first.
"Hey, boss, are you awake?"
"Hm... Qianqian, is there trouble again?"
It was only just past ten in the morning, and Xu Wenqian had called at nine. Generally, unless it was an urgent matter, Xu Wenqian would very rarely disturb him at such an early hour...
This was an expression of consideration from the assistant.
Thus, seeing Xu Wenqian’s missed call, Zhou Wang returned the call to her as his first action.
In the past month, Xu Wenqian had been overwhelmed managing Wang Foundation affairs in Magic City. Although she was the type who seldom showed vulnerability, Zhou Wang knew she was under great stress, hence he instinctively felt that perhaps Xu Wenqian had encountered some difficulties again.
"Not really, boss. There’s good news, because you said to inform you first, so..."
"What’s the good news?"
Zhou Wang was momentarily stunned, then he remembered the other missed call, promptly guessing the reason, his eyes lighting up, "Is it the dividend from Wuyou Media?"
"Yeah, boss, this morning Wuyou Media transferred the 2023 shareholder dividend to Wangzhou Culture’s public account, totaling 30 million. How would you like to handle this sum..."