How did I become a god

Chapter 1679 Platinum Bay Mansion

It's almost noon. Outside the Shanhaijing Semiconductor Industrial Park project center in Qingpu.

Zhou Nanman walked out of the project center with slightly unsteady steps. The ink-wash style silk cheongsam, which accentuated her curvaceous figure, swayed gently in the early summer breeze, but it couldn't hide the confusion and panic in her heart at that moment.

The empty, unfinished industrial park stretched out before us. The huge construction site looked somewhat desolate under the sunlight, with only the outline of tower cranes and the unfinished building skeletons in the distance.

She looked around and her heart sank: how was she going to get back after this "hasty escape"?

There's quite a distance between the project center and the park gate, and this is in the remote Qingpu area. Where can I find a car to get back to the city center immediately?
Just as her mind was in turmoil, a composed figure strode over.

The newcomer was Chen Aiyang, the head of Jinggao's bodyguard team. He was wearing a dark blue traditional stand-up collar kung fu shirt, the crisp fabric outlining his lean and muscular physique, making him appear capable and efficient, which seemed somewhat out of place in the modern environment around him.

Wearing a miniature headset, he walked steadily and powerfully to Zhou Nanman, bowed slightly, and said in a clear and respectful voice: "Ms. Zhou, Mr. Jing has instructed that his minibus be used to take you home. Please come with me."

Zhou Nanman paused slightly, then subconsciously turned to look at the simple two-story building in the center of the project.

Sunlight spills onto the off-white exterior walls, reflecting a soft halo, while large floor-to-ceiling windows clearly reflect the blue sky, white clouds, and the park's scenery.

She couldn't see the people inside, of course, but in that instant, she seemed to clearly feel the gaze from the second floor.

It made her feel cared for and controlled, while at the same time, a complex mix of feelings of security and submission welled up inside her.

If we were in a more private space, she probably wouldn't have refused him entry.

Zhou Nanman quickly composed herself, her face regaining some composure. She nodded to Chen Aiyang, "Thank you, Manager Chen." She followed him to the luxurious minibus parked in the shade and sat down in the comfortable, spacious airline-style seat.

...

The minibus was driving smoothly back to the city.

About forty minutes later, Zhou Nanman's phone vibrated; it was a Fetion message. Ever since she met Jing Gao, she had been introduced to this instant messaging software.

The reason is compelling: Fetion's servers are controlled by Phoenix Group, while WeChat's are not. For more private conversations, Fetion is the safer choice.

Zhou Nanman reached for her phone on the table and opened it; the sender was Jing Gao.

Jing Gao: Late Autumn, still in the car? Send me a picture. [Evil grin]
Upon seeing this message, Zhou Nanman was first taken aback, then felt both annoyed and amused. This man, worth trillions and capable of manipulating the business world, was now acting like a young boy, rushing about recklessly.

If she were young and in her prime, bearing the title of "Number One Beauty of Jinling," she was confident that she could easily manipulate and outmaneuver this naive young man.

But now… she looked at her phone screen, her fingertips lightly touching it, but she couldn’t muster any such thoughts. Instead, she felt a subtle, sweet feeling of being cared for by him.

Which woman wouldn't mind her own charm?

The empty carriage was quiet. Zhou Nanman sat on the soft leather seat and tapped the screen to reply: "President Jing, have you finished lunch? [smile]"

Jing Gao's reply came almost instantly: "Not yet. Didn't I give you the car? I'm having tea, Cheng Wei and Gong Dongyang are drinking and chatting." [Relaxing]
Thinking of his thoughtful gesture of arranging the car, Zhou Nanman's lips unconsciously curved into a captivating smile. She hesitated for a moment, her finger lingering on the screen for a second before replying with a hint of shyness and teasing:
"Then you can eat in peace. It was a bit messy just now, I'll tidy it up when I get home and then take the picture for you. [blushing]"

After sending the message, Zhou Nanman felt her cheeks burning slightly.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end, and then a message popped up with even greater intensity:

"Okay! I'll come to your place this afternoon and take the photos for you myself! Let's have dinner together tonight."

Zhou Nanman looked at the words "I'll take the picture for you personally" on the screen, and her pretty face instantly flushed red, like a ripe peach. She could almost imagine the man's burning gaze and the irresistible force on the other end of the phone.

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Zhou Nanman, Song Yingxia, and Song Zhiqi currently reside in Shanghai at Platinum Bay Mansion, a top-tier luxury residence in the heart of the North Bund area.

Several years ago, Jinggao spent hundreds of millions of yuan to buy four high-rise residential units on the 30th and 31st floors (two units per floor). The price per square meter was as high as 17 yuan, and the price of each unit was nearly 6000 million yuan.

This is truly the king of river views. Floor-to-ceiling windows offer unobstructed vistas of the Huangpu River, the Bund's collection of international architecture, and the skyscraper forest of Lujiazui (including the Oriental Pearl Tower, Jin Mao Tower, Shanghai World Financial Center, and Shanghai Tower). Although only 33 stories high, it boasts a luxury yacht club right below and is adjacent to the five-star Banyan Tree Hotel, offering unparalleled panoramic views—arguably the best in Shanghai.

Around 1:30 p.m., Zhou Nanman returned to her home on the 31st floor.

This approximately 350-square-meter river-view mansion boasts an exceptionally open and airy layout. The three-bedroom, one-living room, and one-bathroom design ensures that each functional area is spacious and comfortable. In particular, the oversized open kitchen and luxurious bathroom showcase the quality of life at the top of luxury.

Zhou Nanman said gently to the nanny who came to greet her, "Aunt Wang, you're getting half a day off today. You don't need to prepare dinner. Go out and relax."

"Okay, Ms. Zhou." The nanny, Aunt Wang, tactfully agreed and quickly packed her things to leave.

Zhou Nanman called her daughter, Song Zhiqi, and learned that she and her sister, Song Yingxia, were shopping and having coffee on the Bund. She was left alone at home.

She walked into the master bedroom's bathroom, which was comparable to a five-star hotel suite, turned on the thermostatic shower, and let the warm water wash away the dust of her journey and the turmoil in her heart.

He'll be here soon.

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In the afternoon, Jing Gao took the minibus that had picked him up in Qingpu back to the city. However, he was delayed because he was handling official business in the luxurious minibus.

In his email, Tang Xuan, the head of Xiangcheng Delivery, sent him the latest battle report and analysis. The food delivery war with Meituan was entering a fierce stage. In order to counter Xiangcheng's offensive in terms of public opinion and user goodwill by "paying social security for all employees," Meituan also began to pay social security for its riders in batches and by region, attempting to offset the impact.

The subsidies for oranges remain astonishing, and the funds are being burned at an extremely rapid pace. Tang Xuan's core question is: should this money-burning war be stopped while things are going well, or should it be intensified?

For a super-rich person like Jing Gao, this is not a question that requires any hesitation!

There is no doubt about this. He talked with Tang Xuan for a long time on the phone, determined to fight Meituan at all costs.

It's a rare opportunity to have such a great chance.

Previously, when subsidy wars were launched, they would be stopped by the authorities, who called it malicious business competition. But now, with the pretext of paying social security for riders, he can fully invest funds freely at this stage.

Wang Xin stirred up trouble, so of course he had to respond and teach this guy a lesson. Little brat, try jumping around in front of me again!
Therefore, when Jing Gao arrived at the 31st floor of the Platinum Bay Mansion, it was already past 4:20 pm.

The doorbell rings.

Zhou Nanman, who had just showered and changed, took a deep breath, walked to the door, and confirmed through the peephole that it was indeed Jing Gao standing outside. She then quickly opened the heavy solid wood door.

Jing Gao stared intently at the alluring woman who opened the door.

Zhou Nanman had changed out of her cheongsam and was now wearing a simple, fitted white silk V-neck shirt with the neckline slightly open, revealing a delicate collarbone and a hint of alluring cleavage.

She wore a pair of dark blue high-waisted skinny jeans that perfectly hugged her long, slender legs, which were 1.7 meters long.

Her towering breasts, slender waist, and round, pert peach-shaped buttocks were outlined in a breathtakingly perfect golden ratio curve. Every inch of her figure exuded the fragrance of a ripe peach.

Her face was flushed from a recent bath, and her skin, though without makeup, appeared even more radiant. Her stunning beauty, enhanced by her fresh attire, lost some of the elegance of the cheongsam and gained a touch of the brilliance of a modern urban woman.

That captivating charm that emanates from within is like fine aged Pu'er tea, its aroma wafting gently and subtly stirring the heartstrings.

"Mr. Jing, you've arrived." Zhou Nanman smiled slightly and stepped aside to let people through the doorway.

Jing Gao was too lazy to even bother with the way she addressed him; the beauty before him was like a ripe peach, exuding a fatal allure.

He stepped inside, slamming the door shut with a soft click. The next moment, he abruptly reached out and pulled Zhou Nanman's soft, voluptuous body tightly into his arms, lowering his head to forcefully kiss her luscious red lips.

"Mmm..." Zhou Nanman only had time to let out a short, delicate moan before she was completely overwhelmed by the passionate and loving kiss.

(End of this chapter)