How did I become a god

Chapter 1680 Dinner
Right at the door, Jing Gao's kiss, imbued with a strong subjective will and an irresistible force, savored her sweetness, feeling the warmth and elasticity of her skin through the thin silk shirt.

Her full, perky, and stunningly curvaceous buttocks, encased in jeans, possessed remarkable elasticity and plumpness.

Jing Gao's kiss silently proclaimed his thoughts—he wanted her, immediately! Right now!

Having suppressed his emotions all afternoon, with the beautiful woman of late autumn so close at hand, all he wanted was to remove his cumbersome clothes and possess this stunningly beautiful woman who made his heart flutter!
Zhou Nanman's body went limp from Jing Gao's kisses, her breathing became rapid, and her beautiful face was flushed with a captivating blush.

She didn't resist; instead, she responded passionately, wrapping her arms around his neck and reciprocating his kiss.

She could clearly feel the changes in his blood and qi and the urgency that made him almost break through, which stirred up an indescribable excitement and anticipation in her heart.

They kissed passionately for a long time, until both were breathless, before Jing Gao gently released her lips, pressing his forehead against hers, and softly praised, "Wanqiu...you're so beautiful...so beautiful it drives me crazy..."

He lingered, unable to tear himself away from her firm, soft breasts. He loved the breasts of beautiful women.

Zhou Nanman's eyes were alluring, her breath slightly ragged, and her exhalation sweet as orchids. Looking at the undisguised fire in the man's eyes, a mischievous glint rose in her eyes. She deliberately asked in a coquettish, nasal tone, "Jing Gao, between me and Guo Qianqian's...whose leather drum is sexier?"

She deliberately changed into the same jeans and shirt as Guo Qianqian, intending to compare them. She is confident in her looks and figure.

The sudden question made Jing Gao freeze slightly, and the heat in his head cooled down a bit. He stroked her firm, bouncy buttocks and smiled with a hint of helplessness and indulgence, "Each has its own merits. Qianqian has youthful vitality, and you are charming and alluring."

He deliberately avoided direct comparison, but the phrase "charming and alluring" clearly hit Zhou Nanman's sweet spot.

Zhou Nanman gave him a charmingly sly look, knowing that this man was slippery, but she was also satisfied with the answer.

Suddenly, my stomach growled a few times.

"Late Autumn, haven't you had lunch yet?" Jing Gao took a deep breath, suppressing his strong urges, gently smoothing the hair on her forehead, buttoning up her messy shirt and jeans, and pulling her hand towards the kitchen: "Come on, let's fill our stomachs first. I'll show you a couple of cooking skills."

He couldn't let his soldiers go hungry; he had to feed the beauty first before playing games with her. It wasn't even 5 PM yet; there was still plenty of time tonight.

Zhou Nanman had been pampered since childhood and never lifted a finger. After getting involved with Song Heng, she only needed to be beautiful.

Her family always had housekeepers cooking, sometimes four or five housekeepers serving them. But while the students had a lot of school supplies, the kitchen was kept spacious and bright, with top-notch facilities and all kinds of utensils.

Jing Gao glanced at the supplies in Zhou Nanman's refrigerator, skillfully tied on an apron, and began processing the ingredients with deft movements.

"Jing Gao, you can cook?" Zhou Nanman stood at the kitchen door, taking small bites of cantaloupe to fill her stomach for the time being.

She wore a white shirt and jeans. At the age of thirty-five, this outfit gave her both the gentle and quiet grace of a mature beauty and the clarity of autumn water.

A great beauty is a great beauty; even if she does nothing, just standing there, she is a breathtaking sight.

Given Jing Gao's status, how could he possibly know how to cook?

Jing Gao laughed, "I'm a self-made millionaire, how could I not know how to cook? Back when I was working in Beijing..."

His "rags-to-riches" story doesn't stand up to scrutiny, and even now some people speculate that he was a "front man" for overseas funds.

But successful people are not blamed. This is a common rule in society.

Given the size of his businesses today, how he made his fortune is not really important. What matters is what he's doing now.

Zhou Nanman chuckled quietly, munching on the melon, listening to him recount his past. Watching him deftly pick, wash, and cook the vegetables, she felt a strange sense of peace.

This was a scene she had dreamed of in her teenage years. She didn't dream of cooking for her with her own hands when she was young; instead, she imagined that the man she loved would cook three meals a day for her, cherish her to the extreme, and hold her in his hands for fear of dropping her.

But now, at this juncture in her life, she has suddenly realized a small part of her past dream.

The tall figure busy in the kitchen seemed to enter her heart. Zhou Nanman walked behind Jing Gao and gently wrapped her arms around his waist.

Feeling the affection of the beautiful woman behind him, Jing Gao smiled and said, "Wanqiu, I'm going to cook now. There will be smoke, so you can go to the dining room and wait."

"Ah."

Jing Gao stir-fried a plate of brightly colored shrimp, a plate of fragrant broccoli stir-fried with pork slices, and a tomato and egg dish. Each dish was visually appealing, fragrant, and delicious—a home-style cooking experience.

After serving the dishes, Zhou Nanman untied her apron, washed her hands, and sat down at the table. She then got up to pour the decanted red wine. Just then, Jing Gao's phone rang.

Zhang Li called and asked, "Brother Jing, are you going back to Villa No. 11 at Tomson Golf Club for dinner tonight?"

Jing Gao glanced at Zhou Nanman, who stood beside him, exuding the charm of a Jiangnan water town. Wait, Wanqiu wasn't wearing a bra; this beauty was definitely doing it on purpose: "No, Xiao Li. I have plans for tonight."

Zhang Li obediently replied, "Oh, okay, Brother Jing, then you go ahead with your work."

After hanging up the phone, Jing Gao gently patted Zhou Nanman's round buttocks, which were covered by jeans. They were firm, soft, and had a wonderful feel.

"You're such a character." Zhou Nanman smiled, gave him a charmingly disdainful look, and poured out the ten-year-old Bordeaux red wine from the decanter, the scarlet liquid into a crystal goblet.

It was evening, and the restaurant on the 31st floor of Platinum Bay Residence was bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun streaming through the massive glass curtain wall, casting a warm orange hue over the space.

Outside the window, the Huangpu River resembles a flowing golden ribbon, with lights coming on on both banks and the Bund's buildings draped in a golden cloak.

Across the street, the skyscrapers of Lujiazui began to light up with dazzling lights, and the Oriental Pearl Tower shimmered with a dreamlike glow. The bustling night view of Shanghai unfolded like a slowly unfurling scroll.

On the table, a simple meal of two dishes and a soup exuded an enticing aroma. The red wine in the crystal glass shimmered with a jewel-like luster.

Zhou Nanman sat to the side of the well, the warm light softly outlining her beautiful profile and slender, fair neck.

Her tight jeans and white shirt perfectly showcased her mature and sexy figure. In the twilight, she resembled a bewitching goddess descended to earth, every smile and gesture exuding captivating charm.

An ambiguous atmosphere slowly flowed amidst the interplay of delicious food, fine wine, beautiful scenery, and beautiful women.

The conversation began with food, and Jing Gao and Zhou Nanman, these stunningly beautiful women, chatted and ate, their eyes sparking with excitement when they met.

This was because Jing Gao was restlessly rubbing Zhou Nanman's thigh, which was clad in jeans, under the table. Zhou Nanman, in turn, coquettishly and casually touched Jing Gao's calf with her bare feet.

The flirtatious banter acted like a catalyst for fine wine, making the air thick and hot.

Halfway through their cozy and intimate dinner, both of them found it increasingly difficult to contain their emotions. Jing Gao's gaze grew more and more intense, while Zhou Nanman's eyes became increasingly dreamy and watery.

"Late Autumn..." Jing Gao put down his wine glass and said gently, "Have you eaten enough?"

"Hmm." Zhou Nanman's cheeks flushed, and she asked knowingly, "What do you want to do?"

Jing Gao couldn't help but smile, said nothing more, got up, walked around the dining table, and picked Zhou Nanman up in his arms!
Zhou Nanman exclaimed in surprise, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck, her beautiful eyes filled with shyness and anticipation.

Jing Gao strode forward, carrying her towards the bedroom. "Is that Zhi Qiu's room?"

"The second bedroom next door. Jing Gao..."

Jing Gao chuckled, a fierce glint of fire and a desire to conquer flashing in his eyes. He pushed open the door, which was filled with the girlish atmosphere, and carried Zhou Nanman inside.

(End of this chapter)