How did I become a god

Chapter 1678 Little things
When Zhou Nanman mentioned the photos she had sent to Jing Gao a few days ago, her pretty face flushed red with embarrassment.

This was her own initiative. The reasons included the advice given to her by Sister Zheng Wanyi at the Orchid Grass Club, as well as the fact that her current monthly income was insufficient to support a high-quality lifestyle.

More importantly, she was his "trophy," with no room to escape. From Nanjing to Bangkok, and then to Shanghai, her life was entirely arranged by him.

Zhou Nanman's body went limp from Jing Gao's kisses, feeling his caresses of her rounded buttocks beneath her cheongsam, and a surge of thoughts welled up within her. She hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded almost imperceptibly, her voice barely a whisper: "Mmm..."

A surge of warmth welled up in Jing Gao's heart. He held her slender waist and turned her around so that her back was to him. She leaned forward slightly and rested her head on the edge of the cool glass coffee table.

This pose accentuated the incredibly alluring curves of her full breasts beneath the tight-fitting cheongsam. Jing Gao took a deep breath and lifted the back of her cheongsam.

What catches the eye is a pair of long, beautiful legs encased in sheer, skin-colored stockings. The lines are even and straight, and the skin gleams with a delicate sheen beneath the stockings.

Further up, the rounded mounds, like ripe peaches, appear even more voluptuous and perky under the outline of black lace, exuding allure.

Jing Gao's throat went dry as he gently embraced the mature and alluring woman, kissing her smooth neck and shoulders, caressing her slender waist down to her plump breasts, and then to her beautiful legs encased in stockings.

Zhou Nanman's delicate body trembled slightly, her breathing erratic. She thought about how she had wasted so many years, feeling utterly empty and lonely.

Just as Jing Gao was about to take things further, Zhou Nanman suddenly jumped up like a startled rabbit, covering her breasts with her hands, crying out, "Jing Gao, not here..."

Her voice was breathless and flustered. She turned around, her charming eyes glistening with tears, showing both passion and shyness, as well as a hint of determination.

It wasn't that she was unwilling to give herself to him; she simply had no way to escape it. She could only be his woman for the rest of her life, and today's sudden grievance provided an opportunity for their relationship to take a breakthrough.

But someone could come in at any time, and... deep down, she seemed to still retain a last bit of reserve and a sense of inner conflict.

She could let him admire her, let him caress her, but she wasn't ready to completely succumb to him in such a semi-public setting, to break through his last line of defense. That would make her seem cheap.

Her protective hands trembled slightly, her coy and inviting posture, a blend of mature woman's charm and girlish shyness, created an unparalleled allure that only fueled Jing Gao's desire to conquer her.

He looked at her flushed cheeks, her dazed eyes, and her protective hands. He didn't force himself on her, but instead gently caressed her fair skin, his breath hot against her ear: "Alright, Wanqiu, I won't force you. Next time, we'll find a quiet place."

He lowered his head and kissed her deeply again, lingering on her silk-stockinged legs and shapely buttocks, enjoying the ultimate ambiguity and tug-of-war.

Under his passionate kisses and caresses, Zhou Nanman's body went limp like a noodle, and she could only lean helplessly against the coffee table, letting him do as he pleased, until...

She straightened her cheongsam, which had been lifted up, her blush lingering on her face. She glanced at Jing Gao with a complicated expression and whispered, "Jing Gao, I... I'm leaving now." With that, she practically fled the lounge.

"Late Autumn, are you still calling my name?" Jing Gao looked at the fleeing beauty, a smile playing on his lips as he called out.

Zhou Nanman turned back and gave Jing Gao a charming, reproachful look. She had already been so compliant in letting him play with her, yet she still asked questions? She left with weak, listless steps.

That glance was truly captivating, conveying a thousand unspoken words in a single, shy, coquettish, and slightly angry look.

Jing Gao chuckled, feeling as refreshed as if he had drunk an ice-cold cola on a sweltering summer day.

No sooner had Zhou Nanman left than there was a gentle knock on the door of the lounge.

Guo Qianqian pushed open the door and walked in. She had been waiting outside, and after meeting Zhou Nanman, the two didn't have much to say to each other. She went straight in and took the initiative to apologize to Brother Jing.

Standing at 1.68 meters tall, Qianqian was slightly shorter than Zhou Nanman, her face showing trepidation and a hint of grievance. With her pure and beautiful features, large, almond-shaped eyes, voluptuous figure, and alluring curves accentuated by tight jeans, her skin was dazzlingly white, and she exuded a delicate fragrance—a truly captivating sight.

"Brother Jing..." Guo Qianqian walked up to Jing Gao, her voice timid, and said, "I was wrong, I shouldn't have said that about Sister Zhou..."

Having just heard Zhou Nanman's tearful explanation, Jing Gao smiled and waved to the pure yet sexy, fair-skinned, and fragrant beauty, "Qianqian, you..."

To say that the beauties in his palace were all in harmony would be a lie. Just the other day, Siyue and Xiaoqian were in Shanghai, and that night at Villa No. 11 in Tomson Golf Club said: "Without those two imperial concubines keeping things in check, the victory celebration banquet that noon would have been in complete chaos."

Lingyu, who had just become pregnant, had a very bad relationship with Xixi and couldn't stand each other.

So he usually doesn't mediate their relationship; they're both adults, why bother with all this? Just minimize contact in the future. He just doesn't quite understand why Qianqian would express her dissatisfaction with Wanqiu during "work hours."
Back when he graduated from university, he was a complete newbie in the workplace, and he was incredibly cautious. Qianqian, on the other hand, has a real knight in shining armor.

Guo Qianqian lowered her head awkwardly, "Brother Jing..."

Jing Gao smiled and hugged her, interrupting her self-defense, "Qianqian, it's a small matter. I won't punish you. Of course, don't talk about Wanqiu like that in the future. This is just one of your hobbies."

Guo Qianqian's emotions fluctuated. She thought this matter was going to be troublesome. Seeing how protective Jing Ge was of her earlier, it would have been normal for him to lose his temper with her. But when she heard Jing Gao mention "hobby," her pretty face flushed slightly, and she looked at him strangely.

"Ah."

"Little girl." Jing Gao chuckled, patting her drum and gently kissing her lips. Wanqiu was running quite fast; he hadn't arrived yet.

Guo Qianqian let out a soft moan, her pretty face flushed red, yet she was unusually compliant, gently yielding to the man she loved.

Jing Gao picked up Guo Qianqian and placed her on the large, luxurious leather sofa…

Just then, there was another knock on the door of the lounge, and Wen Xiaoli's gentle voice came through: "President Jing, lunch is ready, please take a look..."

"Understood." Jing Gao helped Guo Qianqian, who was limp and had a dazed look in her eyes, straighten her clothes, pull up her jeans, and button up her shirt.

Guo Qianqian's face was still flushed, and her legs were still trembling slightly as she obediently let him do as he pleased.

Jing Gao straightened his clothes, took a deep breath to suppress his lingering emotions, and then opened the door to the lounge. Looking at the dignified and serene Wen Xiaoli outside the door, he said calmly, "Lili, let's go over."

Wen Xiaoli's gaze quickly swept over Guo Qianqian, whose pretty face was flushed and whose clothes were slightly disheveled, behind Jing Gao. She knew exactly what had happened, but she didn't show it on her face. She nodded gently and said, "Okay, President Jing."

Jing Gao led Guo Qianqian out of the lounge and walked towards the restaurant with the 37-year-old beauty Wen Xiaoli.

But I was filled with emotion: this trip to Qingpu has been very rewarding!

An inspection of the park reveals a promising future; a closer relationship with Cheng Wei yields valuable insights; a breakthrough in the relationship with Zhou Nanman escalates the ambiguity; and a more intimate experience with Qianqian brings them even closer together.

Looking out the window at the bustling construction site in the park, Jing Gao felt a surge of pride and satisfaction.

Riding high on the spring breeze, one can see all the flowers of Chang'an in a single day! The pleasures of success and beauty are truly intoxicating.

But... while Zhou Nanman, that beautiful woman, was certainly fascinating, and their playful struggles had a unique charm, how could he possibly criticize Qianqian for being so obedient and submissive, given her youthful vigor?
In the future, I should let Zhou Nanman accompany me less often. If I miss her, I should just go on a date with her alone.

(End of this chapter)