How did I become a god

Chapter 1668 Zhou Nanman's Photo
Zhou Nanman and Zheng Wanyi hit it off immediately. After getting a treatment at the "Orchid Grass Beauty Salon", they took Gu Xixi, Zhang Li, Song Yingxia, and Song Zhiqi to a well-regarded restaurant in Lujiazui for dinner before returning to the "Platinum Bay Mansion" across the river.

The night breeze was gentle and refreshing.

The lights and neon signs among the skyscrapers of Pudong are like a flowing galaxy, spreading freely under the dark blue sky.

A sleek, all-black Mercedes-Benz V-Class minivan smoothly crossed the Huangpu River Bridge.

Inside the car, the air conditioning silently dispelled the slight dryness of early summer. The top-quality Nappa leather seats enveloped the stunningly beautiful Zhou Nanman.

She leaned back lazily in her chair, lost in thought. Beside her were Song Yingxia, the daughter of her deceased cousin whom she had raised, and her daughter, Song Zhiqi.

Tonight's meeting with my new "best friend" Zheng Wanyi was unexpectedly fruitful. After leaving the private room at Orchid Grass, the two of us were still enjoying ourselves, so we went straight to a highly-rated local Shanghainese restaurant in Pudong.

That meal was extremely satisfying; the side dishes were prepared very authentically.

The deep-fried shrimp, glistening with oil and savory sauce, gleamed an enticing amber color under the light.

The braised catfish, cooked until tender and falling off the bone, with a rich, savory sauce, melts in your mouth.

The bright green grass rings, infused with the aroma of a wok, are crisp and refreshing.

There's also a seemingly simple yet incredibly flavorful Eight Treasure Spicy Sauce, which, when mixed with rice, warms you up completely.

At this moment, the van weaves through the dazzling cityscape of skyscrapers. Outside the window, the ever-present, bustling theater of Sheng Hai unfolds.

Thirty-five-year-old Zhou Nanman, a stunning beauty, rested her fingers on her exquisitely beautiful oval face as she looked out the car window at the surging river, feeling a different kind of emotion than when she was in Nanjing.

"Shenghai is indeed an international financial center, with a unique urban landscape and cultural heritage. As for Jinling, I'm afraid I can never go back there in this lifetime!"

The Huangpu River, like a giant ribbon of dark jade, reflects the dazzling lights on both banks. The Bund's collection of international architecture on the opposite bank, outlined by carefully arranged landscape lights, resembles a series of luminous golden palaces, solemn and magnificent.

The Oriental Pearl Tower changes colors, like a giant magical crystal. On the river, brightly lit cruise ships slowly pass by, leaving long, diamond-like ripples of light and shadow.

Further away, the skyscrapers of Lujiazui pierce the night sky, their cold glass curtain walls ignited by neon lights, transforming into a dazzling, flowing forest of light.

How can she live out the rest of her life peacefully, freely, and comfortably in this bustling metropolis?
The atmosphere inside the car was quiet and comfortable. Zhou Nanman turned her head, her gaze falling on her daughter and cousin.

Xiao Wu, Song Zhi Qiu, was looking down at her phone, a smile she couldn't hide playing on her lips. Her fair face looked especially vivid in the light streaming through the window.

"Xiao Wu," Zhou Nanman spoke, her voice tinged with a hint of allure, breaking the silence in the car, "You seem quite happy. Did you have a good chat with Gu Xixi and Zhang Li tonight?"

Song Zhi Qiu raised her head, her eyes sparkling like they were filled with stars. She had completely inherited her mother's beauty and figure, stunning and alluring. She possessed a different kind of charm compared to Zhou Nanman, who had once been the most beautiful woman in Jinling.

She was so beautiful that no one who saw her could ignore her. The tolerance and preferential treatment shown to her by Chen Qingshuang, Gu Xixi, Fang Jie, and others was precisely because of her stunningly beautiful face.

Song Zhiqi said with a hint of girlish pride, "Yeah! Sister Xixi is such a nice person, she's so down-to-earth, chatting with her feels like talking to my own older sister!" Her tone was full of sincere admiration. "Yingxia, don't you think so?" She subconsciously sought an ally.

Song Yingxia sat quietly on the other side. Upon hearing this, she simply nodded slightly. She was shy and didn't talk much, but she was very thoughtful.

Song Zhiqi continued excitedly, "I want to become a capable and competent woman like Sister Xixi in the future!" Her voice was full of longing, a clear yearning for the future.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Nanman shook her head slightly, somewhat helplessly.

Silly girl, Gu Xixi is one of Mr. Jing's most capable assistants. To reach that position, it's not just about being efficient and capable; it's about having Mr. Jing's deep trust and then honing that skills over a few years. The problem is, is Mr. Jing's trust so easily gained? For example, this time, in the competition for assets worth hundreds of billions, Mr. Jing won. Didn't those who lost think about sending a woman to Mr. Jing's side?
In society, beautiful women are a scarce resource, but capital can never lack such a resource.

Given the current climate and examples, if Mr. Jing dares to touch this woman, she will turn around and call the police. With the enemy watching closely, Mr. Jing's fate is predictable.

Song Yingxia, who had been quietly listening, chuckled softly. Her voice wasn't loud, but it was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples that were clear and precise.

“Xiao Wu, a very important reason why Sister Xi and the others treat you so well,” she paused, her gaze falling on Song Zhi Qiu’s exquisitely beautiful face, “is because you are beautiful enough.”

Song Zhi Qiu was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously touched her face, looking slightly puzzled: "Huh? Isn't it because I'm cute?"

She was more confident in her ability to act cute and innocent, a fact confirmed by her father, who had already been sent to prison by Boss Jing.

Looking at her daughter's innocent yet charming appearance, Zhou Nanman couldn't help but chuckle softly, her eyes filled with warmth.

That smile seemed to dispel the last trace of weariness in her heart.

Outside the car window, the dazzling lights of Shanghai flashed by, casting shadows of light and shadow on Zhou Nanman's gentle and serene profile. Yingxia's inner beauty and clarity, Xiaowu's bright energy—their lives were being drawn towards a height full of infinite possibilities.

A profound sense of warmth and responsibility quietly took root and spread deep within her heart.

A certain decision was reaffirmed in her heart.

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Back in the luxurious and spacious house of Platinum Bay Mansion, Zhou Nanman exchanged a few words with the two children, said goodnight to each other, and went back to the master bedroom to take a shower.

It was around 7:30 p.m., and the surroundings were quiet. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the master bedroom offered a dazzling view of the Huangpu River at night.

Zhou Nanman walked into the spacious and bright master bathroom, which was paved with imported marble. She didn't turn on the overhead light, but only turned on the soft ambient light in front of the mirror. The warm yellow light outlined the curves of her shapely figure.

She stood in front of the huge floor-length mirror and took off her clothes. The thirty-five-year-old beauty in the mirror had skin as white as the finest mutton-fat jade, which shone with a warm luster under the light.

She thought about what Zheng Wanyi had told her at the Orchid Grass Club—"Be proactive"—and the determination she had made in the car on the way back. She sighed softly, "Sigh!"

With her beauty, for the past thirty-five years, only men have pursued her; she has never taken the initiative.

But she couldn't help but think of his "great victory" today—swallowing up a business group with assets of over 400 billion! How rich must he be? How powerful must he be? Does a man like that have any reason to be arrogant?
Zhou, the beautiful woman, picked up her phone, carefully selected the angle, and used her hands in a gesture of feigned reluctance to perfectly conceal her exposed, firm, and snow-white breasts.

Her long, straight legs were pressed tightly together, and she turned slightly to the side, her profile revealing an extremely alluring curve. She glanced back at the camera, her eyes filled with shyness and timidity, yet seemingly brimming with boundless charm.

Most strikingly, her snow-white, perfectly rounded breasts were outlined by a thin strip of black lace, nestled between her full, snowy mounds, creating a powerful visual impact. The half-concealed, half-revealed snow-white skin contrasted with the mysterious black lace, and an ultimate sensuality surged silently.

She pressed a button on her phone, capturing this mesmerizing scene. With a light tap, this incredibly alluring, silent yet powerful photo was quietly sent to the man whose contact name was "Mr. Jing".

There are no words, nor are words needed. Every pixel extends the most subtle, silent invitation.

(End of this chapter)