Financial freedom starts from graduation

Chapter 509 "Cake"

"game?"

Jiang Qingkui's heartbeat quickened slightly.

All along, influenced by the "Secretarial Work Rules" in the study materials, she has been playing various "little games" with Zhou Wang, creating some imaginative little ambiguities in order to provide emotional value to Zhou Wang.

Including today, Jiang Qingkui subconsciously used this method again, but Zhou Wang proposed to play a little game with her, which was the first time in history...

Based on past experience and her understanding of Zhou Wang, Jiang Qingkui could guess that this game was probably not very serious, but she couldn't find any reason to refuse, so she could only nod.

"Mr. Zhou... please go on."

Zhou Wang discovered an interesting point. Jiang Qingkui had switched back to the way she addressed herself, which meant that she had adjusted her mindset for a short time again.

She always seems to be like this. Every time she is about to lose control, she can use her strong willpower to pull herself back to reason.

“This game is simple.”

Zhou Wang spoke slowly, "But before playing this game, I need to ask you a question... Do you think there is a 'price' for everything in this world?"

Jiang Qingkui hesitated for a moment, but after a brief thought, she nodded, "Yes."

Zhou Wang seemed to have guessed her answer and said with a smile, "That's no problem. The little game I want to play with you is called 'eating cake'."

"Eat...cake?"

Jiang Qingkui frowned and looked at Zhou Wang, obviously not understanding what he meant.

Zhou Wang suddenly moved closer to Jiang Qingkui and stared into her eyes, but Jiang Qingkui could not understand a word she said.

"If you want to eat cake, you first need a dinner plate, Qingkui, how much do you think a dinner plate costs?"

"A plate?"

"Is ten thousand enough? Or twenty thousand? Thirty thousand, fifty thousand..."

Jiang Qingkui was still a little confused and didn't speak at the first time, so Zhou Wang raised the price on his own.

"That's enough... Why does it cost so much to buy a dinner plate?"

Although he didn't know what Zhou Wang was doing, Jiang Qingkui quickly stopped him.

"Row."

Zhou Wang smiled, and then, before Jiang Qingkui could react, he suddenly reached out and hugged her around the waist.

A delicate and cool feeling came from the palm of his hand. Zhou Wang resisted the urge to stroke her smooth back, and just held her in his arms and strode towards the bedroom.

Zhou Wang moved so quickly that Jiang Qingkui didn't even have time to struggle before he was carried into the bedroom and placed on the big bed in the middle of the bedroom.

While Jiang Qingkui was extremely nervous, Zhou Wang did not take any further action but just sat down beside the bed.

"Mr. Zhou, what on earth are you doing..."

Jiang Qingkui wanted to get up but was stopped by Zhou Wang.

"Shh, the game isn't over yet, lie down first."

Zhou Wang lowered his body and motioned her to stay calm. He then stood up and searched around the bedroom. He took something off the curtain and came back.

Under Jiang Qingkui's puzzled gaze, Zhou Wang, who sat next to her again, suddenly stretched out his fingertips, slowly slid them across her smooth forehead, and stopped above her brow bone.

Zhou Wang admired Jiang Qingkui's cool and handsome face, and then slowly spoke:
"And then there's the 'condiments'. How much do you think that's going to cost?"

"Condiments?"

Jiang Qingkui felt more and more puzzled. Seeing that she didn't know what to say for a moment, Zhou Wang spoke on his own.

"Then let's count it as another fifty thousand."

As he spoke, Zhou Wang took out his other hand. Only then did Jiang Qingkui realize that he was holding something like white gauze in his hand, which seemed to be a strap on a curtain.

While Jiang Qingkui was stunned, Zhou Wang had already held up her head with one hand and then covered her eyes with a strap.

"Mr. Zhou, what are you doing?"

His vision suddenly became blurry, and Jiang Qingkui subconsciously reached out to pull the straps, but Zhou Wang held his hands down.

He leaned over and his breath suddenly approached her, scalding Jiang Qingkui's ears. "Next, we can start eating the cake... Qingkui, how much does a strawberry on the cake cost?"

"I……"

Jiang Qingkui, who had vaguely sensed something, was about to say something, but the man who was the "diner" seemed to have been unable to hold back.

Moonlight, set against the backdrop of city lights, poured in from the floor-to-ceiling windows. On the 2.8-meter-high white bed, Jiang Qingkui, wearing a long black dress, lay flat on her back, breathing rapidly.

The towering figure wrapped in a shallow V-neck swayed gracefully in the ups and downs, and occasionally a hint of tender white was revealed, revealing a breathtaking beauty. The end of the dress had rolled back to her knees, and the slender calves wrapped in bright black stockings were curled up uneasily...

Zhou Wang's gaze lingered on her jade-like face, whose eyes were covered by a white veil, and finally stopped on her slightly open lips.

Jiang Qingkui's lips were thicker than those of any other woman Zhou Wang had ever met.

It may also be because of this that when she needs to put on makeup, she always likes to use brighter lip glosses to try to cover up her "flaws".

The rich, shiny lipstick at this moment paints the overlapping lips the brightest color in the dark night.

The white teeth moved with the red lips, and occasionally opened and closed, leaving a crystal clear line of water, which not only showed Jiang Qingkui's inner uneasiness, but also made Zhou Wang swallow his saliva unconsciously.

When Jiang Qingkui was about to say something, Zhou Wang had already lowered his head and took a bite of the fresh strawberry that seemed to be moist with dew.

"Well!"

The fragrance filled the air, and Jiang Qingkui's exclamation was blocked back in his throat, turning into fragmented hums.

Her body was tense, her waist hanging in the air, and she instantly turned into a helpless drowning person. One of her hands with nude nails unconsciously grabbed Zhou Wang's collar, and the other hand could only grab the bed sheet randomly.

Jiang Qingkui's brain exploded again and turned into a blank.

This was the second time the two kissed, but compared to the last time, Jiang Qingkui had some experience. At least in those unconscious responses, she had learned to turn and dodge flexibly to avoid biting Zhou Wang.

Zhou Wang could only sigh inwardly, this smart girl learns everything quickly... She has even learned the "back hook".

But Zhou Wang kept his purpose in mind and did not get lost in the aroma of Jiang Qingkui's alcoholic love. Instead, he began to pull at Jiang Qingkui's dress.

This kind of haute couture dress is extremely cumbersome to put on and equally troublesome to take off, so Zhou Wang took a simpler approach.

He hooked a slender strap on Jiang Qingkui's smooth shoulder and pulled it down.

The sudden chill finally brought Jiang Qingkui back to consciousness. She widened her eyes that were hidden under the white gauze, as if she finally understood something at this moment.

Or maybe she had actually guessed it a long time ago, but just didn't want to believe it.

Yes, she is the "cake" that Zhou Wang mentioned.

The custom-made bed from the high-end brand Sealy in the director's suite is her "dinner plate".

At this time, after finishing the appetizer dessert, Zhou Wang couldn't wait to start tasting the main meal.

"Wait, wait a minute, Mr. Zhou..."

After a moment of silence, Jiang Qingkui began to struggle violently.

But Zhou Wang, who seemed to be already immersed in it, did not stop his actions. He just kissed her earlobe and lifted her skirt.

"The packaging has been torn open, let's count another million...cherries and cream, how much do you think it will cost?"

Tear!

That was the sound of expensive pantyhose tearing. Jiang Qingkui tensed up again, and her nails seemed to pierce Zhou Wang's back. "Stop, Mr. Zhou, this... this has nothing to do with money!"

Jiang Qingkui tried his best to suppress something and spoke hastily.

"Let's not talk about money, how about equity?"

Zhou Wang just kept his head down, and the voice floated over from the gap between the straps of his dress.

When Jiang Qingkui heard the word "equity", his struggling movements froze.

"I said at the dinner that I would give you shares in the new group. How much do you think is appropriate?"

Zhou Wang said vaguely, "1%? 2%? Or... 5%?"

Jiang Qingkui was stunned for several seconds until Zhou Wang's actions became more and more outrageous. She trembled and started pushing Zhou Wang again.

"No, no!"

"So you don't want it anymore... You know how much the shares of Wangzhou Group are worth. I can even give you 10%."

Zhou Wang finally raised his head and looked at Jiang Qingkui seriously.

"I……"

Jiang Qingkui hesitated.

Zhou Wang curled the corners of his mouth, and it was this momentary smile that finally hurt Jiang Qingkui badly.

When Zhou Wang's palm was about to continue to be presumptuous, Jiang Qingkui didn't know where she got the strength from, and suddenly pushed Zhou Wang away. She tore off the veil on her eyes and quickly pulled up the quilt to cover her slender body that was exposed.

"Zhou Wang, stop it!"

Jiang Qingkui took a deep breath and said angrily.

"Why, do you want the game to end now? Don't you want those shares anymore?"

Zhou Wang, who staggered after being pushed, just asked softly.

"If I have to obtain it through this so-called 'game', then... yes, I don't want it."

Jiang Qingkui's eyes were cold. "Zhou Wang, I am not the cake on your plate... If my previous answer misled you, I take it back now. Not everything in this world has a price tag."

The two looked at each other in the dim light. Jiang Qingkui's eyes did not give in at all, as he stared at him with hidden anger.

After a few seconds, Zhou Wang suddenly smiled and moved to Jiang Qingkui's side. When Jiang Qingkui was alert, he leaned back and relaxed, leaning against the head of the bed, and took out a cigarette and lit it for himself.

"Sister Qingkui, do you understand now?"

"……what?"

Jiang Qingkui was stunned.

"You clearly long for a passionate love, but you think it's not pure enough. It seems that just because I made you the CEO, you want to have a physical transaction with me... So you set up a small game of 'find a room' to give yourself a way out, or fantasize that I will back down because of this game."

Zhou Wang sighed, "The one who is trapped in this weird thinking circle of 'we seem to be doing a deal' is not me, but you from the beginning!"

"I……"

Jiang Qingkui's body trembled, and he opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

"Have you ever thought that if I really want to take away your innocence tonight, I don't need to use such a clumsy way. I have ten thousand ways... well, saying ten thousand ways may be an exaggeration, but there are always three or five ways, right?"

Zhou Wang glanced at Jiang Qingkui, who looked stunned, and said calmly, "You know it yourself. When you let me in this room, you couldn't refuse me anymore... Maybe the process will be a little tortuous, but the result will be the same."

Jiang Qingkui remained silent because she knew that what Zhou Wang said was true.

Maybe it wasn't from today, but who knows how long ago, she couldn't refuse Zhou Wang anymore...

She didn't know what was wrong with her, her sexual orientation, her XP...it seemed as if everything had been changed unconsciously by the bastard next to her.

It was like a drizzle, moistening everything silently. By the time she noticed it, it was already too late.

That day on the big bed in Chun Zhiyan Apartment, when she couldn't help but respond to Zhou Wang's kiss, when she let Zhou Wang move roughly up and down her body, ruining this pure place that had never been touched by anyone, she knew it was too late.

"But... this isn't you."

Zhou Wang smiled self-deprecatingly at this time, "This is not the sister Qingkui that I like."

"The Jiang Qingkui that attracted me was proud, confident, and always had a firm goal. She never worried about gains and losses, nor would she hesitate about a matter..."

"So what if I made you the CEO? Do you want to give me some sweet treats just because of this relationship? Or do you, Jiang Qingkui, only look for 'benefits' when you fall in love?"

Zhou Wang looked at Jiang Qingkui deeply. When the other party seemed to want to say something but hesitated for several times, he waved his hand and suddenly got out of bed.

"It's boring... I'm being hypocritical. I've got a duck, but I still complain about it not being plucked clean. You should get some rest. I'm a little drunk. I'm going to take a nap on the sofa outside."

Jiang Qingkui stared blankly as Zhou Wang walked out of the bedroom, until Zhou Wang's figure completely disappeared at the door, she suddenly came to her senses.

"Zhou Wang..."

Jiang Qingkui bit her slightly swollen lips with an extremely complicated expression.

"Yeah, it's been so long, what on earth have I been doing?"

Jiang Qingkui murmured and lowered his head, as if he was lost in some thought.

……

"I always feel like I have some serious illness. Garlic bird, garlic bird...sleep!"

Zhou Wang, lying on the sofa wrapped in a thin blanket, looked down at his still restless young body. He felt annoyed for a moment, but soon he stopped thinking about it and fell into a deep sleep.

I don’t know how long it took, but in a daze, Zhou Wang seemed to hear a lot of rustling noises, and also the crisp sound of breaking glass.

But because he drank a lot of wine tonight, Zhou Wang was too sleepy, so he didn't bother to pay attention to those voices. Until one moment, Zhou Wang suddenly felt a little breathless.

There was a gust of hot wind mixed with the aroma of alcohol, which seemed to be blowing towards his mouth and nose, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Finally, Zhou Wang, unable to bear it any longer, opened his eyes dazedly. Under the dim corridor lights, the scene in front of him startled him.

Jiang Qingkui, whose long dress was disheveled with only one strap hanging loosely on her shoulder, had fallen on top of him at some point. Her rosy lips were so close to him, and the hot steam was coming out of her lips.

Jiang Qingkui's eyes were blurry and his cheeks were flushed. In his lowered hand, he was holding a half-empty wine bottle. It was obvious that he had drunk a lot.

"Fuck, what's going on?"

Now it was Zhou Wang's turn to be confused.

As far as he could remember, this seemed to be the first time he saw Jiang Qingkui drunk.

"Haha, Zhou Wang, you're awake!"

Jiang Qingkui lowered her head and noticed that Zhou Wang's eyes were open. She stretched out a green finger and lifted Zhou Wang's chin, saying with a half-smile, "You must have enjoyed yourself again tonight. You teased me so much and took advantage of me. I still have to listen to you teach me a lesson... You should be very proud, right?"

"Qingkui, you are drunk..."

Jiang Qingkui didn't listen to what Zhou Wang said at all. He just raised his chin proudly and glanced at Zhou Wang with his misty almond eyes.

"You were just a little brat who was peeping at me from upstairs. Who allowed you to educate me? Huh?!"

As he spoke, Jiang Qingkui had already reached his hand into the thin blanket and grabbed him viciously.

Zhou Wang took a deep breath and woke up completely.

(End of this chapter)