How did I become a god

Chapter 1670
Summer night, Tomson Golf Building 11.

The guest rooms on the third floor were dimly lit, with only moonlight filtering through the gauze curtains, creating silver-gray ripples on the sheets.

Jing Gao sank deep into the goose down pillow and slept extremely comfortably, making up for all the energy and strength he had exhausted in the afternoon.

The combination of Wanyi and Xixi hit his emotional nerve perfectly, it was so irresistible! At that moment, he really didn't want to stop, he felt that his life had been worthwhile, and he only wished that this moment would last forever.

While half asleep, my consciousness was not fully awake, I suddenly felt something was wrong. A warm, tingling sensation arose from my lower body.

Before I could even lift my eyelids, I felt a soft weight pressing down on my waist and abdomen.

Jing Gao remained calm. He had many enemies, and quite a few wanted him dead, but it was impossible for them to infiltrate his residence within the country.

With great effort, Jing Gao opened his eyes and saw Wan Feifei. She was wearing a dark blue sleeveless midi dress with a slightly open neckline, revealing her full, snow-white breasts, which exuded an indescribable sexiness.

Wan Feifei looked up at Jing Gao, smiled charmingly, and remained silent. This cold and beautiful young woman was waking him up.

"Feifei." Jing Gao sighed contentedly, stroking her long, smooth, seaweed-like hair. "When did you arrive?"

Feifei was a maid under the jurisdiction of Consort Qing Shuang. He quite liked this beautiful young woman of twenty-five with a Beijing accent.

Feifei's most striking feature was her fair and delicate skin; she appeared to be a cold and beautiful young lady from a wealthy family, unapproachable to strangers. But in reality, she was a gentle and delicate beauty who easily stirred his protective instincts.

Feifei was determined to follow him for the rest of her life, and he had indeed protected her.

Wan Feifei raised her beautiful face, the moonlight illuminating her red lips. Her usual reserved and dignified demeanor had crumbled into a pool of flirtatious eyes: "You've only been here a short while. Brother Jing, it's time to get up. President Guo, President Xiao Guo, and President An are waiting for you to have dinner."

"Feifei, what time is it now?" Jing Gao looked happily at the moonlight outside the window.

"7:40," Wan Feifei answered softly.

Jing Gao smiled and hugged her. "Are you still teasing me? Fei Fei, let me hug you for a while."

He hosted a lavish banquet for his "guests" at noon today, which was quite shocking. Now, when I'm alone with each woman, I have to comfort them.

Wan Feifei smiled and nestled softly in the arms of her beloved man, her two long legs, covered in stockings, unconsciously wrapping around his waist.

Jing Gao couldn't help but chuckle softly. This twenty-five-year-old young woman was so sensible. "Feifei, from now on, all three of you can wake me up like this."

“Okay!” Wan Feifei agreed. She, Zhu Jie, and Gu Feihan were all Brother Jing’s personal maids.

The scent of roses emanating from Wan Feifei filled Jing Gao's nostrils as he asked, "Has your father come to Shenghai?"

Wan Feifei's father works in Beijing, a marginal figure. He, out of affection for Wan's father, intends to offer him some guidance. Phoenix Group's expansion into agriculture will inevitably involve dealing with those within the system, and there are many suitable positions available.

"Yes. We've arrived in Shanghai."

"I'll talk to him later." Jing Gao gently kissed the collarbone of the cold, beautiful, and soft young woman.

Wan Feifei's face flushed instantly. She held his head in her hands, her whole body trembling slightly. "Brother, thank you."

"Feifei, you're welcome. Your brother is in a state of sagehood right now, needing to cultivate his mind and body, otherwise he'll eat you up."

After spending some time with his beautiful maid, Jing Gao casually changed into relaxed summer clothes and asked her to go downstairs to inform the servants to serve the dishes. He then took out his personal phone to check his messages.

Upon closer inspection, I found three new messages.

One of the messages was from Ke Lingling. Ke Lingling, who is 1.72 meters tall and 23 years old, sent a selfie of herself in front of a mirror.

That's not a big deal, but the key issue is that Lingling is wearing too little clothing.

The girl in the mirror wore only a white lace bra and matching panties, outlining her youthful and graceful curves. Her 32B breasts were snow-white, round, and perky, and her waist was so slender it could be encircled with one hand. Her beautiful legs were straight, long, smooth, and firm, perfectly rounded like meticulously sculpted works of art. Her fair skin seemed to gleam with an alluring ivory glow, full of the undisguised charm and tension unique to young girls.

Jing Gao shook his head helplessly.

For some reason, he idolizes her. In his eyes, Lingling's most beautiful feature is her pair of manga-like legs; everything else is hard to attract him. In the past, he would have been interested in trying out a young virgin with a 90+ rating—just an appetizer.

But Lingling is An Yi's "fiancée." He doesn't deny that there are some dark elements in his heart, but he doesn't intend to use them on Lingling.

His relationship with An Yi had only recently been repaired, and his relationship with Xiao Qian was rock solid. There was really no need for Lingling to make a mess of things around him.

The second set of photos was sent by Zhou Nanman, the former number one beauty in Nanjing, and her boundaries were much more extreme than Lingling's.

Similarly, this same thirty-five-year-old beautiful woman, still at the end of her blooming season, stood in front of a huge floor-length mirror, removing her clothes.

Her left hand, with a gesture of feigned reluctance, perfectly concealed her exposed, firm, snow-white breasts. Her entire body was like the finest mutton-fat jade, gleaming with a warm luster under the light.

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 smooth, rounded breasts were outlined by a thin strip of black lace, creating a powerful visual impact. The half-concealed, half-revealed snow-white skin contrasted with the mysterious black lace, exuding an intense and silent sensuality.

Looking at this set of mesmerizing photos, Jing Gao felt a little thirsty. Damn, who could resist such an invitation? It was only because he was in a state of deep reflection that he was able to resist; otherwise, he would have called Xiao Zhou and told her to get ready and wait for him.

"Xiao Zhou, not bad, keep it up." Considering that this was the first time Zhou Nanman had taken the initiative, Jing Gao thought for a moment and then replied to her message. While looking through the messages, he continued to go upstairs.

The third set of photos was sent by Shen You.

It also included text.

"Mr. Jing, when will you come to the Navigator Club? I want to submit to you."

Looking up at the message interface, wow.

The photos Shen You sent weren't just hers; they were photos of her and Cheng Fangyi, that alluring and mature woman.

One photo shows Cheng Fangyi embracing Shen You from behind, her breasts prominent, the two beautiful faces in one frame, truly stunning and sexy.

The second picture shows Cheng Fangyi and Shen You in a French ceremony.

The third picture shows Cheng Fangyi attacking Shen You from both sides. The beautiful and bright 25-year-old girl is overwhelmed and clearly submits.

Upon seeing these photos, any normal man would have to yell at Cheng Fangyi, this beautiful mature woman, "Let go of that girl, let me have her!"

However, Jing Gao shook his head, both amused and exasperated. He felt that he wouldn't be able to handle it under normal circumstances, but hadn't he just told Xi Xi and Wan Yi that "my life has been worth it"? Having just experienced the ultimate enjoyment, he had no intention of heading to the Navigator Club at the moment.

Jing Gao didn't reply to Shen You's message, but instead sent Cheng Fangyi a Feixin message: "Xiao Cheng, take it easy, don't hurt Shen You."

Cheng Fangyi replied to the message instantly: "President Jing, do you like it? Xiao Shen and I are waiting for you to come."

Jing Gao smiled, ignoring the somewhat flirtatious beauty, and quickly went downstairs with his phone in hand.

The restaurant on the second floor was warmly lit, like amber. Guo Siyue sat with her legs crossed next to the head of the table, her Van Cleef & Arpels earrings gleaming in the sunlight.

Guo Lingyu wore a loose long dress that accentuated her voluptuous figure, but she didn't look pregnant, considering she was only two weeks along. However, she did have a certain style.

An Xiaoqian stood smiling as she poured tea from the teapot. Her jade bracelet slid across her wrist, and her eyes were gentle. "Xiaojing, please sit down."

Jing Gao smiled and nodded, his eyes meeting those of Da Guo and Xiao Guo. The air was filled with the aroma of food and a silent warmth and tacit understanding.

(End of this chapter)