How did I become a god

Chapter 1677 Pity
Let’s go back in time a little.

While Jing Gao and Cheng Wei were chatting in the cool lounge, the atmosphere in the lobby on the second floor of the project center was somewhat subtle.

The hall, spanning over 800 square meters, was decorated in a magnificent and opulent style, with a huge crystal chandelier reflecting dazzling light onto the gleaming Italian marble floor.

An expensive set of genuine leather sofas is arranged, adorned with artworks featuring sleek lines. The cool air from the central air conditioning flows silently, dispelling the summer heat outside the window and creating a sense of understated luxury and tranquility.

Guo Qianqian and Zhou Nanman sat at opposite ends of a sofa. Guo Qianqian wore a simple white cotton shirt, which her proud, high breasts stretched into a breathtaking curve.

She wore light blue slim-fit jeans that perfectly accentuated her hip and leg curves, exuding youthful energy and sexiness.

In addition to her hot and sexy figure, Qianqian also has very fair skin, like mutton fat jade, and smells wonderful all over.

She looked at the elegant and beautiful woman opposite her, her eyes carrying a hint of barely perceptible contempt.

She recalled the banquet that noon. Unsurprisingly, all the women surrounding Brother Jing at the banquet were his women.

Including Chu Wenjun, a petite, beautiful, and charming 24-year-old woman who is currently talking with Brother Jing in the lounge, and who is wearing alluring black stockings today.

Don't be fooled by the fact that Chu Wenjun hasn't been won over by Jing Gao yet. Everyone has their troubles, and once she runs into trouble, that's when Jing Ge will unleash his overwhelming power and take her down. It's practically a pre-ordained script.

She looked down on Zhou Nanman in front of her.

In Guo Qianqian's view, this beautiful woman was a pure hedonist at heart. While taking shortcuts may be easy, the good life earned through one's own hard work is the true journey!
“Sister Zhou,” Guo Qianqian’s voice was clear and crisp, with the sharp edge unique to a recent graduate from Zhejiang University, “I can understand why you’re with Brother Jing. After all, who doesn’t want a good life? But why are you sacrificing your daughter?”

The word "sacrifice" is like a poisoned needle.

Today, Zhou Nanman wore a modified silk cheongsam dress with an ink-wash style, which accentuated her tall and slender figure. The mature charm that emanated from her bones was like the fragrance of fine Longjing tea, wafting gently and subtly, capable of captivating people's hearts unintentionally.

She had just witnessed firsthand how favored Guo Qianqian was at the Tomson Golf Villa, and her emotions were already complicated. Upon suddenly hearing such a vicious question, her fair face instantly turned bright red, filled with shame and indignation!
A surge of anger rushed to her head, making her almost unable to resist the urge to raise her hand and slap this arrogant little girl in front of her a few times.

At such a young age, his words are so harsh and hurtful!

But thinking of Jing Gao's doting on Guo Qianqian, she had to forcefully suppress her anger, stood up abruptly, and walked away quickly without saying a word, her high heels making a crisp but angry sound on the marble floor.

She sat alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the spacious, luxurious hall, feeling as if every second was torture and each day was an eternity.

When she saw Jing Gao and his group come out of the lounge, she could no longer bear it and hurriedly went up to them to say goodbye.

She was too ashamed to stay by Jing Gao's side any longer, especially after being so humiliated by Guo Qianqian. When Jing Gao asked her with concern, she just lowered her head, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, tears welling up in her eyes, choking back sobs and unable to speak.

At thirty-five, a woman is at the peak of her charm and maturity, like a ripe peach. The unique allure that comes with age, combined with her fragile vulnerability, creates a breathtaking beauty.

The silk cheongsam accentuated her perfect curves; her slightly trembling shoulders and reddened eyes exuded a heartbreaking allure.

Jing Gao's heart softened instantly. He simply couldn't bear to see such a stunning beauty as Wan Qiu cry in front of him, and a deep sense of pity welled up within him.

Without hesitation, he opened his arms and gently embraced the beautiful woman, stroking her back with one hand and caressing her hair with the other, his voice low and gentle: "Wanqiu, don't cry. Tell me, who wronged you? I'll stand up for you."

"You guys go to the restaurant first." Jing Gao instructed Cheng Wei, Wen Xiaoli and the others, then turned around with Zhou Nanman and returned to the quiet and cool lounge with its blend of Chinese and Western styles.

He could tell from Zhou Nanman's expression that it was inconvenient to express her grievances in public.

Cheng Weigang had just established a personal relationship with his boss, and at this moment, he showed no emotion on his face, but inwardly he was amazed:

Oh my, this thirty-five-year-old beauty's crying is absolutely breathtaking! That pitiful charm is simply mesmerizing. And it's clearly an unintentional display of her allure. That alone makes her irresistibly captivating.

Mr. Jing's luck with women is truly unparalleled. He's surrounded by stunning beauties; his reputation is well-deserved.

Guo Qianqian watched as Jing Gao gently embraced Zhou Nanman as they left, and she couldn't help but purse her lips, but then a sense of fear welled up inside her.

She was young and impetuous, and couldn't stand Zhou Nanman, so she made sarcastic remarks. She didn't expect Brother Jing to react so strongly. His warm and caring attitude made her heart pound.

Wen Xiaoli and Chu Wenjun exchanged a glance, tacitly refraining from interfering, and followed the beautiful young woman Lin Wei, who was wearing a white turtleneck dress and swaying gracefully, towards the restaurant.

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The lounge is quiet and cool, featuring a blend of Chinese and Western styles.

Jing Gao still held the delicate and beautiful Zhou Nanman in his arms. Her body under the silk cheongsam was soft and plump, exuding the unique fragrance of a mature woman. Her amazing curves were pressed tightly against him, and the touch was wonderful.

He lowered his head and gently comforted her in her ear, "Wanqiu, don't be sad. No one can make you suffer here. Tell me what happened? No matter how big the problem is, I'll take care of it." His voice carried a reassuring strength.

Feeling his firm embrace and genuine pity, Zhou Nanman's tears, which she had been holding back, finally slipped down her cheeks.

Her relationship with Jing Gao hadn't really reached that point yet, but looking around, perhaps the only person she could rely on in this life was the man in front of her. His gentle treatment at this moment touched the softest part of her heart like a warm current.

Jing Gao gently kissed away the glistening tears on her face, and held her slender waist wrapped in a cheongsam. The soft touch made his heart flutter.

“Late Autumn,” he said, looking at her tear-streaked face, already guessing what was going on, “did that girl Qianqian say something unpleasant?”

He had some understanding of the temperaments of those around him, which manifested as his "intelligence" and social skills.

As he kissed her cheek and she felt his warm breath, Zhou Nanman felt both wronged and shy. A charming blush rose on her fair cheeks, adding to her allure.

She didn't shy away from Jing Gao's intimacy and tenderness; she would be his sooner or later. With a hint of anger and coquettishness, she said, "Yes. She asked me why I 'sacrificed' Song Zhi Qiu to you. Jing Gao, is this something I wanted?"

She raised her beautiful, teary eyes, her gaze a mixture of humiliation, helplessness, and a barely perceptible dependence, making her incredibly charming.

Seeing her like this, Jing Gao felt heartbroken. He gazed into her beautiful, shimmering eyes, like autumn water, and couldn't help but lower his head to gently kiss her soft red lips, tentatively touching her nipple, and said apologetically, "Wanqiu, it's my fault. It's not your fault. I'll have Qianqian come in and apologize to you right away!"

Zhou Nanman was lightly kissed by him, and obediently parted her lips slightly to respond. After catching her breath, she gently shook her head: "She apologized to me only because of the pressure you put on her. She will only hate me more in her heart. I don't want that kind of apology."

Looking at her sensible yet slightly temperamental demeanor, Jing Gao felt even more affection for her. He pressed his forehead against hers and said indulgently, "Alright, then I won't apologize. Later at dinner, I'll criticize Qianqian in front of you, and I promise she won't dare to cause you any more trouble next time, okay?"

"No! I don't want to get entangled with her."

Zhou Nanman stubbornly refused, not wanting to have anything to do with Guo Qianqian. The shame and indignation made her want to escape. She gently nudged Jing Gao: "Jing Gao, I want to go back first."

However, with her warm and soft body in his arms, and her fragrance still lingering on his lips, Jing Gao was already aroused and his heart was filled with desire. How could he bear to let her go?

Instead of letting go, he hugged her even tighter, deepening his kisses and making them more passionate and forceful, caressing her body through her smooth silk cheongsam.

"Late Autumn, your photos from that day were really sexy. Let me see... what kind of lingerie are you wearing today?"

(End of this chapter)