How did I become a god

Chapter 1664 This Life is Worth It
After saying goodbye to Xiao Li, Gu Xixi walked lightly up to the third floor in her high heels. The corridor was covered with thick carpet and was quiet.

She had just reached the door of the familiar quiet room on the west side and was about to knock when an extremely faint yet exceptionally clear sound penetrated the heavy solid wood door and entered her ears.

That was... an irrepressible, melodious, and lingering murmur, like the most moving nightingale singing, interspersed with a certain rhythmic tolling of a bell, as if striking the tip of one's heart.

Gu Xixi's pretty face flushed bright red instantly, as crimson and delicate as peach blossoms in March. She spat lightly, inwardly annoyed: "This brother... Xiao Li's jinx really came true!"

She initially intended to turn and leave, but remembering Feng Xuehua's call, she decided to go and say hello, as she had seen this situation many times as Jing Ge's assistant. However, when her gaze swept over the floor of the small living room outside the quiet room, she instantly froze.

A black, elegant long dress of superb quality was casually tossed onto the armrest of an expensive leather armchair. The style, the color… she knew it all too well!

Gu Xixi felt a rush of heat to her head, her cheeks burning, and her heart pounding wildly. Listening to the increasingly clear, familiar voice inside the door, tinged with joy and a hint of tears, along with Jing Ge's breathing, she was momentarily at a loss, so embarrassed that she wished she could disappear into the ground, feeling both angry and ashamed.

She took a few deep breaths, raised her hand in annoyance, knocked on the bedroom door, and called out, "Brother Jing, there's a schedule I need to confirm with you."

The commotion inside the door abruptly stopped! Then came a short, startled cry from Zheng Wanyi, followed by a flustered rustling sound, as if she wanted to escape.

"Aunt Zheng, don't panic."

Jing Gao gently comforted the flustered, beautiful mature woman, wrapping the soft, white beauty in his arms with a thin blanket. "Xi Xi, come in." His voice was steady, showing no displeasure at being interrupted. He couldn't possibly blame Xi Xi for ruining his good time.

Zheng Wanyi resignedly closed her eyes, burying her burning face in the blankets like an ostrich; she was truly too ashamed to face anyone now.

Gu Xixi stepped in, her gaze falling on the huge European-style four-poster bed.

Jing Gao leaned against the headboard, revealing his well-built upper body, honed through years of training. His muscles were smooth and powerful, exuding a certain masculine tension.

He held a beautiful human figure wrapped in a thin air-conditioned blanket in his arms, the undulating contours of which contained an indescribable sensuality.

Gu Xixi sighed silently in her heart, suppressing the complex emotions churning within her, and did not lift that last veil of pretense.

“Brother Jing,” Gu Xixi reported in a steady and clear voice, “Feng Xuehua called, mainly to remind and confirm the itinerary of going to the old Feng family residence on Hengshan Road this Thursday noon. She is worried that after your great victory today, the itinerary may change.”

She succinctly explained Feng Xuehua's intentions and offered her own solution: "Brother Jing, Xiao Li and I will call her back in a bit."

Jing Gao nodded slightly, his gaze fixed intently on the tall, stunning, and elegant beauty standing at the door.

Standing at 1.72 meters tall, dressed in a classic black and white business suit, her legs were encased in flesh-colored stockings that accentuated their straightness and shape. The afternoon sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting a golden glow on her delicate, flawless, oval profile. Her beauty, a blend of brightness and tranquility reminiscent of the misty rain of Jiangnan, was breathtaking.

The thoughts that were stirred up in the banquet hall and ignited here are like flames doused with oil, rising up with a roar.

He couldn't resist Xi Xi's beauty! Every great beauty is stunning, and beauty is subjective, but Xi Xi's looks scored 99 points in his eyes, perfectly matching his aesthetic.

"Nothing will change. I'll take you there on time." His voice was a little hoarse as he said gently, "Xixi, come here, okay?"

Gu Xixi met her lover's burning eyes, her heart skipped a beat, and she rolled her eyes at him, secretly biting her lip. Actually, she couldn't refuse Jing Ge's request; they had been through so much together, their bond was deep. Besides, Jing Ge was so good to her.

He easily divided his 3 billion yuan fortune among her, Xiao Li, and Zi Yu, the "flowers of Fudan University." However, his eagerness at this moment truly left her helpless. Ironically, at this very moment, she would have readily agreed to it if it were Xiao Li, Zi Yu, Han Jun, or Re Re.

Thinking of his doting and sacrifices for her, the tenderness in her heart for him finally prevailed. Resignedly, she moved her feet and obediently walked to the bedside.

Jing Gao grasped her cool, soft wrist and gently pulled her. Gu Xixi fell onto the soft, thin blanket. His burning lips immediately covered hers, with urgent heat, seizing the fragrance between her lips and teeth, leaving their marks all the way down her slender, graceful swan neck.

At the same time, he held her slender waist, which was encased in a black business suit, and gently stroked her soft, delicate waist and beautiful legs.

"Brother Jing..."

Gu Xixi struggled symbolically for a moment, then looked up at his face, the mixed emotions in her heart finally turning into a sigh. She knew all too well her lover's preferences and tastes.

She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings, her red lips slightly parted, her breath sweet as orchids: "Brother Jing, cover my eyes..." Her voice was barely audible, carrying an almost sacrificial compromise, "I'll pretend... I know nothing..."

This statement was like the fuse that ignited a powder keg.

Jing Gao's heart trembled violently, an indescribable surge of excitement and tenderness coursing through his body. He passionately kissed Gu Xixi's soft lips, his voice low and gentle as he traced her path down her collarbone: "Xixi..."

At the same time, his other hand was not idle either. He lifted a corner of the thin blanket and pulled Zheng Wanyi, who was blushing and pretending to be dead with her eyes closed, into this fiery vortex.

After an unknown amount of time, at some point, Jing Gao contentedly half-closed his eyes, admiring the early summer scenery outside the window. Looking out from the third-floor window, he could see a delicate flower blooming on a bougainvillea in the villa's back garden, a sight that hinted at the passage of time.

"Xi Xi, Aunt Zheng, as I look at the beautiful early summer scenery downstairs, I'm reminded of a poem I read a couple of days ago that didn't quite fit the occasion."

Zheng Wanyi nestled her gentle, soft body against Jing Gao, expressing her submission and affection in another way. She tilted her pretty face up and asked cooperatively, "Little Jing, do you usually read poetry? Read some for us."

Gu Xixi sighed softly, "His beloved wife, who lives a secluded life, is a master's student in comparative literature at Peking University. Doesn't he need to read some literature?"

Jing Gao laughed heartily, his slender fingers gently tracing Zheng Wanyi's updo and her smooth, ancient hair, feeling the delicate texture and warmth of her hair with his fingertips, and recited: "Twelve green railings, spring is like the sea, idly killing peach blossoms through the window."

Gu Xixi still harbored some resentment and pointed out, "Brother, this is a poem about spring, which doesn't match the scenery of early summer."

Zheng Wanyi smiled gently, but didn't say anything to him.

Gazing at the breathtaking scene before him—a mature and graceful beauty and a stunningly beautiful schoolgirl bowing their heads together—Jing Gao let out a contented sigh, his deep eyes reflecting the approaching sunlight streaming through the window.
“Aunt Zheng, Xixi… With you by my side, what more could I ask for? My life is… complete!”

Zheng Wanyi and Gu Xixi both blushed, like the peach blossoms outside the window.

The luxurious third-floor quiet room proclaims that a wealthy emperor, while conquering the business world, has also reached a level of luxury in the realm of women that is unattainable for ordinary people.

(End of this chapter)