How did I become a god

Chapter 1658 Late Autumn
"Xiao Wu..." Zhou Nanman, the once stunningly beautiful woman who was the most beautiful woman in Jinling, couldn't sit still and immediately scolded her daughter Song Zhiqi sternly.

The elegant, fitted, sleeveless light purple dress perfectly accentuated the beautiful, graceful figure of this 35-year-old woman.

Xiong Qian was wearing a beautiful woman with a graceful demeanor and captivating charm, a gift from the butler that Jing Gao had previously given her.

Jing Gao put one arm around his petite high school classmate, Shao Sisi, and secretly stroked her round little breasts, which were encased in her skinny jeans. He waved his hand dismissively and said, "It's nothing. So Song Zhiqi's nickname is Xiao Wu? What's Song Yingxia's birth order?"

Song Yingxia was tall and slender, wearing a dark green cheongsam that accentuated her 1.71-meter figure. Her beautiful breasts were round and firm, making her very attractive. She was a quiet and pure girl.

She was a bit introverted and didn't answer Jing Gao's question. She just stood next to her aunt Zhou Nanman with her head slightly lowered.

Zhou Nanman said, "Yingxia is the daughter of my deceased cousin, and she is the third among Song Heng's children."

Beside her, the second most beautiful woman, the elegant and charming Fang Jie, couldn't help but chuckle silently. Clearly, "Xiao Wu" (小五) can be used as a nickname, but "Xiao San" (小三) is not!
Jing Gao naturally understood and asked with great interest, "And Nanman, what's your nickname?"

Zhou Nanman was once known as the most beautiful woman in Nanjing. Her appearance and temperament were naturally top-notch, but her more crucial quality was her innate charm, which was like a cup of light tea, subtly fragrant and lingering, making people fall at her feet.

He didn't see Zhou Nanman many times, but each time he was deeply impressed by her. So much so that despite having so many women in his life, he still longed to bring her back to Shenghai from the luxurious manor in Thailand.

Zhou Nanman hesitated for a moment. This wasn't ancient times, where a woman's given name was not to be told to anyone other than her husband. But there were so many people here, and she was a little embarrassed to reveal her nickname.

"Late Autumn".

Zhou Nanman gently bit her red lips, and under Jing Gao's admiring gaze, she still spoke softly.

"Great name! So Xiao Wu's name came from you." Jing Gao praised with a smile, then immediately put it into practice, saying, "Wanqiu, you will be living in Shanghai from now on, and the Platinum Mansion property will be transferred to your name later."

The college entrance examination registration period has already passed, and in just a few days, high school seniors will be going to the battlefield. Song Yingxia and Song Zhiqi will have a summer vacation first, and in September they will be arranged to study at an international school in Shenghai to complete their senior year and go through the college admission process.

Xiaxia, Xiaowu, how are your grades usually?

A blush rose on Song Yingxia's delicate face, and she whispered in a barely audible voice, "No."

Song Zhiqi was quite boisterous when she first met Jing Gao, but it would be impossible to say she wasn't afraid. Now, seeing all eyes in the side hall focused on them, she inwardly grumbled, but outwardly she still had to be careful. Her mother had already shielded her once; if she caused trouble again, she'd be scolded. She figured many women in this room were waiting to curry favor with him!

"My sister and I both had the worst grades."

Jing Gao nodded to indicate that he understood, and gently patted the head of the tall and graceful Song Yingxia, whose hair was very smooth. "Then you two should do your best in the exam. You will eventually be able to study in Shenghai. Wanqiu, when you are in Shanghai, keep in touch with Wanwan, Sisi, and Fang Jie."

He had a plan in mind. It was said that the old Pan who had Zhao Zhiruo arrested and imprisoned for a secure job had previously invested in universities in Shanghai.

Getting into a regular undergraduate university is still quite difficult, but he can leave some vocational colleges to his discretion.

He is a top-tier tycoon and has no shortage of money, but he has only been in power for a short time, and various forces are slowly infiltrating and integrating him into their ranks.

The college entrance examination system is relatively the fairest. For those who aren't at the very top level of power and wealth, going through overseas admissions by universities is generally a safer option. However, he didn't want Song Yingxia and Song Zhiqi to go abroad. There are also differences between different vocational colleges; some private vocational colleges and technical schools have campuses and faculty that are simply appalling.

Old Pan's investment is in a subsidiary college of Shengwai International University, which can share campus facilities and educational resources with Shengwai International University. If the two little beauties' grades are really not good by this time next year, then they can be sent to this subsidiary college.

Song Yingxia lowered her head shyly, her face flushed, and said, "Mmm."

Song Zhi Qiu couldn't stand it anymore. Too lazy to pretend to be a lady, she tilted her head slightly and rolled her eyes. She didn't know if her third sister was embarrassed because Jing Gao touched her hair, or because she was embarrassed to admit in front of so many people that she wasn't good at studying.

In short, her sister was very pretentious, and Jing Gao was indeed shameless. If he were to reach out and pinch her sister's chin, it would be exactly the behavior of a spoiled landlord.

Zhou Nanman nodded gracefully and obediently upon receiving Jing Gao's instructions, "I know, Mr. Jing. Mr. Fang just invited me to play golf at Shuyun Club."

Hearing the final arrangements for them from Jing Gao, she breathed a long sigh of relief, no longer filled with anxiety and uncertainty about the future.

In any case, living in Shanghai is better than taking refuge in Bangkok! She gratefully and thoughtfully extended an invitation: "Mr. Jing, when would you be free to come to my house for a visit? I would like to thank you properly."

"I'll have time in a couple of days."

After giving his instructions, Jing Gao nodded in satisfaction. The follow-up matters would naturally be handled by his assistant; Qing Shuang would take care of everything. He turned to Fang Jie with a smile, "Xiao Jie, you don't seem very enthusiastic about me."

This elegant and pretty 25-year-old woman was deflowered by Yunqiu when he returned to Shanghai to thank him not long ago, and became his woman.

Fang Jie even took it upon herself to arrange beautiful women for him, choosing the currently popular "fair-skinned, young, and thin" actresses in the film and television industry. He wasn't interested and didn't accept them. When Yun Qiu discovered this, she was furious.

Yunqiu's final punishment was to offer her up to him.

Fang Jie stroked her hair behind her ear and smiled, "Brother Jing, it's mainly because you're so busy, I was afraid that being too enthusiastic would cause you trouble. Yao Yao is really looking forward to talking to you."

Yao Yao, lively and playful, said, "Sister Fang, I didn't just stand there waiting!"

Jing Gao laughed. He was still bothered by the attitude of his ex-wife towards him. Fang Jie was also very good at social maneuvering and speaking.

He whispered a few words in the ear of Shao Sisi, the 30-year-old high school beauty in his arms, to arrange a time to visit her home. He took two steps forward, smiled, patted Yao Yao's head, pinched her cheek, and spoke to her affectionately, "Yao Yao, who arranged for you to come today?"

"Sister Qing Shuang!" Fu Yaoyao, eighteen years old this year, had a clean smile with an indescribable allure as she took the initiative to kiss Jing Gao. The emotions in her heart were intense and pure.

Jing Gao naturally went along with Yao Yao's wishes, which made Ye Yu Chang, who was standing next to Yao Yao, blush so much that she felt like she was about to bleed.

How could a 19-year-old sophomore girl like her possibly understand this? She was both curious and restrained, shy yet thrilled.

(End of this chapter)