The Wealthy Tycoon's Game of Life

Chapter 112: Chapter 106: Her in the Secular World

Zhou Wang didn’t actually French kiss Jiang Mo, just gave her a light peck on the corner of her mouth, then patted her butt to signal her to return to normal.

Zhou Wang had quite a strong possessive streak, and he wasn’t too thrilled about others seeing this side of Jiang Mo, even though—

Gu Xiaoming’s worldview had completely collapsed.

He seriously doubted his ears. What “husband,” was Jiang Mo the type of person to call someone “husband”?

“Please”?

Heh, gone crazy, I had to be crazy…

There was no way Jiang Mo actually said that, definitely not!

At that moment, Zhou Wang, gently holding Jiang Mo, suddenly heard the system’s notification tone.

[Host’s Reputation +1]

[Host’s Reputation +1]

“?”

Zhou Wang glanced at Gu Xiaoming, whose face was slightly twisted, and then at his companion not far away, with a complex expression. A question mark floated across his mind.

What kind of strange way was this to gain reputation points?

But it was an unexpected gain nonetheless.

“Come on, senior, let’s go home,” Zhou Wang softly whispered into Jiang Mo’s ear.

“Mm,” Jiang Mo’s body slightly trembled. She seemed unperturbed, but the system’s notification tone gave her away.

Ding!

[Bound object Jiang Mo’s mental desire has been satisfied, Desire Consumption Gold has been issued.]

When getting in the car, Zhou Wang took a moment to check his phone. Wow, this time it was 288,800!

Looks like senior was really surprised…

But maybe it was the sensitive word “home” that touched her.

On the other side, Gu Xiaoming, watching Jiang Mo sit in the passenger seat of the big G, was still in a daze until he was honked at again. While making way, he couldn’t help but scream internally.

Does driving a big G make you amazing?

Why would Jiang Mo be so superficial too? What am I lacking…

Having yet to truly experience society’s harsh realities, Gu Xiaoming, at least at that moment, didn’t believe a Mercedes-Benz G-wagon was an unattainable thing for him…

Right then, the Mercedes-Benz G suddenly stopped beside him. The window rolled down, and Zhou Wang’s face poked out.

“Jiang Mo said you helped her with the way and carried her luggage? Thanks, bro!”

“Uh… you’re welcome,” Gu Xiaoming instinctively forced a smile.

“Sorry, there’s not much in the car, but take these cigarettes.” Zhou Wang looked down, and from the newly bought medium-sized Zhonghua cigarettes, he pulled out two packs and handed them to Gu Xiaoming.

Gu Xiaoming took them in a daze, and by the time he snapped back, the Mercedes-Benz G had already roared away.

“Damn it…” An embarrassed and angry Gu Xiaoming felt insulted and was about to toss the two packs of cigarettes away.

“Don’t, Xiaoming, if you don’t want them, at least give them to me. Those are a hundred per pack!” Another guy quickly ran over to stop him.

“These cigarettes are a hundred a pack?” Gu Xiaoming, who didn’t smoke, was stunned, his raised hand lowered, his throat moved, and in the end, he quietly pocketed the cigarettes.

He wouldn’t smoke them, but he could hand them out to others…

The next second, Gu Xiaoming couldn’t help but want to slap himself.

I’m such a fool!

The guy beside him, seeing Gu Xiaoming’s pained expression, felt a sense of balance while also sympathetically patting his shoulder.

“Don’t overthink it, Xiaoming, that’s a top-model G63, how many girls can resist that…”

“Cheng brother, I just can’t figure it out, am I really that bad?” Gu Xiaoming lifted his head, eyes red as he asked.

“Uh, definitely not, you’ve got the brains and talent, you’re just missing time. Don’t lose heart, brother, I believe in the near future, someone’s head will roll, roll right to you… wait, how did that saying go? Anyway, you know what I mean, right brother?”

“…”

…

“Is there anything you feel like eating?” Zhou Wang asked while adjusting the Bluetooth in the Mercedes-Benz G.

The surround sound of the Burmester speakers combined with excellent indoor soundproofing made sitting in this car and listening to music quite enjoyable.

You really had to criticize the Ferrari 812C, though. Even though the car had undergone significant soundproofing modifications at the bodywork stage, after all, it was a supercar, so some noise was unavoidable, resulting in the Bose sound system’s effect being somewhat off.

“No,” Jiang Mo shook her head. Her demeanor returned to a cold calmness, merely turning her head to gaze out the window. If Zhou Wang didn’t catch the slight curve of her lips now and then, it would be difficult to confirm her mood at this moment.

Zhou Wang didn’t mind. In fact, what truly attracted him was this very demeanor of Jiang Mo’s.

He was even more unwilling than her to disrupt it…

This matter had quite the contradiction.

And precisely because of this, Zhou Wang had plenty of patience with Jiang Mo; he wanted, he craved, he longed!

He was enjoying the pleasure of a gradual conquest. Otherwise, knowing Jiang Mo couldn’t refuse him, Zhou Wang could have forced a base the very first night. There wouldn’t have been a need for all this hassle.

The two didn’t talk much along the way; Jiang Mo was naturally quiet, while Zhou Wang was simply excited about driving the new car and couldn’t help hosting a personal concert in the car.

From Mayday to Elevator God of War, the Mercedes-Benz G drove into Ming City’s Tongde Square’s underground parking lot.

With Jiang Mo in tow, Zhou Wang held her cool, slender hand, attracting high attention as they arrived at the Western restaurant on the 42nd floor of Yue Center across Tongde.

The restaurant was called “Poseidon.” If he remembered correctly, this translated to “Poseidon,” but the restaurant’s Chinese name was “Ting Yun,” suggesting a posh but cryptic vibe.

The decor was nice, and being so high above the city lent to good business, mainly with groups of girls—

More interested in taking photos than actually dining.

Upon entering the restaurant, Zhou Wang felt Jiang Mo squeeze his hand tighter, immediately followed by a system prompt.

Ding!

[Bound object Jiang Mo’s mental desire has been satisfied, Desire Consumption Gold has been issued.]

Hmm?

Looking at the 8,000 yuan that came through, Zhou Wang was dumbfounded… why was it mental desire instead of material desire?

Once they sat by the window, Zhou Wang understood why.

“Thank you for remembering,” Jiang Mo whispered.

What did I remember?

Zhou Wang pondered briefly before vaguely remembering Jiang Mo mentioned that she preferred Western cuisines…

Damn, as it turns out, when Zhou Wang opened the review app while parking, he randomly picked a place with a quiet atmosphere without caring whether it was a Western or Chinese restaurant.

“Mm, as long as you like it. Considering you had a long car ride, I specifically chose a lighter French cuisine to prevent any stomach discomfort,” he rambled, effortlessly pouring out words.

Ding!

Zhou Wang glanced at his phone, 666 yuan just hit his account.

Ha, woman, your money is too easy to scam.

Though not much, a little bit is still something…

Swapping a few no-cost sweet words, if it were last month, Zhou Wang could have gone on all day without repeating himself.

Since he was driving, Zhou Wang didn’t drink alcohol; Jiang Mo, however, got a little white wine to go with her meal.

Zhou Wang had also pondered why most Western cuisines pair with different wines for flavor; his conclusion was… it’s because Western meals are seasoning-poor and may need various alcohols to make up for that hint of lacking taste.

Look at the many elaborate Chinese dishes, where even the broths are enough to satisfy; alcohol mostly turns into social bonds.

After finishing a possibly traditional French cuisine meal, Zhou Wang felt, perhaps psychologically, that it wasn’t as refined as the Western chef at the Wanda Hotel.

However, the price wasn’t as bad as high-end Western meals; the two of them spent 1,400, with Jiang Mo’s wine alone costing 298.

At checkout, though there wasn’t any grabbing gesture, Jiang Mo had already quietly taken out her phone.

Zhou Wang didn’t compete with her, counting on the system’s wool despite who paid, the essence remained unchanged.

…

After eating, Zhou Wang drove with Jiang Mo headed towards “Cui Lake Residence.”

Noticing it wasn’t the direction of the Wanda Hotel, Jiang Mo didn’t inquire further, only leaned against the car window, looking up at the city’s nightscape.

Due to drinking, her cool white skin took on a touch of blush. Admiring her from this angle, Zhou Wang once again marveled, “This sister is truly beautiful.”

With the neon reflections through the car window, she seemed like someone who didn’t belong to this vulgar world, forcibly drawn into this murky human realm.

“By the way, I don’t think I’ve ever asked, where is your mother?” In between red lights, Zhou Wang casually asked.

“After Dad’s business started having issues, she hardly came home anymore; later, she seemed to follow someone overseas. I don’t know where she is.” Jiang Mo replied softly, her expression calm as if describing a stranger.

But given Jiang Mo’s character, if it weren’t a particularly significant event or person, she rarely spoke so much at once.

Zhou Wang shot her a glance, nodded, and pressed no further, only slightly accelerating the car.

In the deep roar of the engine, the Mercedes-Benz G drove into “Cui Lake Residence” and parked in the allocated spot. At this point, Jiang Mo curiously asked:

“Is this your home?”

“Senior, do you trust me?” Zhou Wang smiled, not answering, only asking.

If it had been over ten days ago, Jiang Mo might have hesitated. But over the last half month, even though the two hadn’t met, they were in constant daily contact.

Under Zhou Wang’s patient persuasion, Jiang Mo subconsciously regarded Zhou Wang as the closest person apart from her father.

She was the kind of girl who was hard to approach but easy to get into the deepest part once breaking the outermost armor.

“Mm.” Thus, at that moment, Jiang Mo nodded without much thought.

“Let’s play a game then. I’ll be your eyes. Don’t worry about where we’re going. Just follow me.” Zhou Wang suggested while producing a blindfold as if by magic from the system warehouse.

Jiang Mo, unsure what she was relating, breathed more rapidly. Still, she remained motionless, allowing Zhou Wang to tie the blindfold over her eyes.

With sudden darkness in her vision, Jiang Mo’s body tensed, but just seconds later, she parted her lips, tentatively extending her tongue.

“?” Unfastening the seatbelt, Zhou Wang was surprised that Jiang Mo misunderstood his intention, leaving him to shake his head helplessly.

Senior, oh senior, is that really how you see me?

Well, yes, I am.

Lifting Jiang Mo’s chin, Zhou Wang began exploring his longing for his senior.

“Mmm…”