My capital is quite large.

She skillfully wrapped her arms around the man's neck, leaned forward slightly, and intentionally or unintentionally rubbed her body against his chest with the curve of her nightgown.

Seeing that the man beneath her remained silent with his lips tightly pressed together, she changed to a docile tone and took the initiative to start a conversation:

"Okay, Sicong, stop making that long face. It makes me feel bad too."

Zhou Jieqiong raised her hand to smooth out Wang Dashao's shirt collar, and said in a sweet voice:

"Let me tell you something interesting."

"Today, while I was waiting at Incheon Airport, I ran into Oh Seon-yi and Meng Meiqi, trainees who debuted in South Korea with me."

"Those two country bumpkins actually made a video call to Cheng Xiao right in front of me, showing off their sisterly bond. They kept bragging about how well Cheng Xiao was doing in Jinling, saying that Boss Li could even give her a back door in the audition."

At this point, a hint of disdain appeared on Zhou Jieqiong's face, her tone full of admiration for her man:

"I just find it hilarious. What do they know? Do they think they can fly just by clinging to Cheng Xiao's coattails?"

"When it comes to prestige, with just a word from my man, wouldn't Haofeng have to add my name to the list?"

As she spoke, she casually handed over her little abacus:

"Sicong, look at the auditions for 'Fear Girls' this time. I've already signed up... When we have dinner with President Li later, you have to put in a good word for me with him."

"Whether Haofeng can secure my debut this time depends entirely on you~"

……

however.

Listening to the woman in his arms's sweet, flattering words, Mr. Wang's back stiffened like a block of iron.

Every time Zhou Jieqiong uttered the words "Boss Li," it felt like his wounds were being repeatedly ripped apart!

In Xiao Wang's opinion, Li Feng is at least 80% responsible for the fact that he has been forced into this desperate situation where no one wants to sell his platform!

If Haofeng hadn't firmly controlled the copyright, would Tencent and Douyu have dared to so brazenly drive down his prices?!

At that moment, his mind uncontrollably replayed the hesitant sighs his father, the richest man in China, had uttered not long ago—

When you're doing well, everyone in the world seems like a good person.

When you're not doing well, everyone wants to come over and tear a couple of pieces off you!

The harsh reality thoroughly humiliated this arrogant young master.

The situation is better than people.

His father taught him that if you want to turn things around in the business world, you have to learn to be a subservient person first and then a boss.

Now is the time for Young Master Wang to obediently play the subservient role!

Mr. Wang took a deep breath, suppressing the surging anger in his chest, and gave the woman in his arms a cold glance, giving her a harsh warning:

"Don't mention this person again."

"He's not a good person."

……

Seeing the intimidating tone of Young Master Wang, Zhou Jieqiong's heart skipped a beat. She belatedly realized that there was probably some real discord between Young Master Wang and that Boss Li.

And then there's the recent online uproar about Panda TV failing to obtain the rights to Haofeng Games...

Zhou Jieqiong thought she had figured out men's sore spots.

So what if he just dislikes Li Feng?

That's easy! Just follow the lead of your sugar daddy and attack him. Sharing a common enemy is always the best way to win a man's heart.

Zhou Jieqiong moved a little closer, following the lead of Young Master Wang, and spat out with a look of deep agreement:

"That's right! Sichong, you're absolutely right. I don't think that Li Feng is a good person at all!"

In an attempt to prove she was on Mr. Wang's side, she cleverly brought up old grievances:

"A few years ago, we were fighting tooth and nail with Tencent, and we wanted to devour them alive. Now, it seems we're going to team up with Tencent to deal with Alibaba."

"They turn on you faster than flipping through a book, they have absolutely no sense of chivalry!"

Zhou Jieqiong nestled in Wang Sicong's arms, becoming more and more animated as she spoke, completely immersed in her own logic:

"If you ask me, most of these rich people are hypocrites; they're all incredibly deceitful!"

Getting carried away, she playfully pursed her lips and uttered what she thought was a risqué, colloquial remark:

"She's not even as good as a prostitute."

"At least those prostitutes have some manners; if you pay them enough, they'll even call you 'daddy.'"

……

The air inside the private room seemed to freeze in that instant.

Zhou Jieqiong in her arms was still muttering to herself, completely unaware that the muscles in the thighs supporting her body were almost clenched to the point of spasm.

It wasn't until a full three seconds later that she realized the temperature around her was frighteningly low.

He looked up, somewhat puzzled.

What came into view was a ferocious, ashen face!

Those eyes were fixed on her, the savage surging in their pupils making Zhou Jieqiong's hair stand on end!

"Si...Si Chong?!"

Zhou Jieqiong was so frightened that her heart almost stopped, and she hurriedly tried to make amends:

"I...I wasn't talking about you...Sichong, don't misunderstand. There are definitely good people among the rich. I was just criticizing that Li..."

however.

She had no idea how much dignity she had just casually mocked Wang Sicong!

If you pay enough money, you'll call someone "daddy"?!

These seven words were like a branding iron, burning his skin and flesh!

Is what he's doing in front of Li Feng now any different from the "whore acknowledging her father" uttered by this slut in his arms?!

"Rich people are worse off than prostitutes?!"

"Who the hell do you think you are, daring to talk sarcastic and insinuating about me like that?!"

Zhou Jieqiong didn't even have time to scream—

"Smack—!!!!"

A sharp crack exploded in the private room!

Young Master Wang slapped Zhou Jieqiong hard across the face, swinging his arm wide and striking her delicate, fair cheek!

"ah!!"

Zhou Jieqiong screamed and was thrown off the sofa.

"You filthy idiot, aren't you just a whore?!"

Young Master Wang, like a mad dog whose tail had been stepped on, leaped up from the sofa, pointed at the trembling woman on the floor, and began to curse:

"I won't buy you bags worth hundreds of thousands! I won't buy you first-class tickets! I won't pull strings or use back channels for you!"

"You'd actually strip naked and climb into my bed like a dog?! Sleep with me?!"

"You really think you're someone special just because I flatter you a bit?!"

As they were talking, Young Master Wang kicked Zhou Jieqiong's Hermes handbag, which she had tossed aside on the sofa, sending it flying. Cosmetics and loose change scattered all over the floor.

"They broke up!!"

"Now, take your junk with you..."

Mr. Wang pointed at the suite door and roared:

"Immediately! Right now!!"

"Get the hell out of here!!"