How did I become a god

Chapter 1681 Going Home
Song Zhi Qiu's room was decorated warmly and stylishly, with a photo of her on the desk. A full-body birthday photo of Song Zhi Qiu in a princess dress showed her looking beautiful and charming.

Jing Gao gently placed the mature and beautiful woman in his arms onto the light-colored floral bed sheet.

Zhou Nanman lay on her back, looking at the familiar ceiling above her head. Her pretty face was flushed, and her body trembled slightly, yet she felt a kind of indescribable emotion.

"Jing Gao...no..." she whispered shyly, more like an invitation that was both reluctant and welcoming.

Inoue leaned down and kissed her again, this time more gently, more wildly…

Zhou Nanman's breathing became incredibly rapid, her beautiful eyes brimming with charm, perfectly matching her lover's gaze. It can only be said that affection is the best catalyst.

"Jing Gao, you dead man..."

Jing Gao couldn't help but laugh. This alluring beauty was scolding him, but if she spoke in an aria, it would be the soft, intoxicating Wu dialect!
"Late Autumn, is it because we met too late?"

Zhou Nanman looked at the man in front of her with seductive eyes, hugged him with both arms, couldn't help but smile, and took the initiative to kiss the corner of his upturned mouth, "Yes."

She felt again that at this moment, he was still just a thirty-year-old kid, which made her want to be even more tolerant of him. Like a gentle older sister, tolerating his smugness would not only not discourage him, but would also comfort him.

Actually, after only meeting a few times, even though she hugged him from behind in the kitchen just now and showed her affection, even though he is her only support for the rest of her life, how can the feelings between people suddenly become so intense as to make vows of eternal love?

But at this moment, she was quite willing to coax the man who had just begun to win her heart. After all, he had cooked her dinner.

"Mr. Jing, how I wish I had met you when I was eighteen, instead of Song Heng!"

Wow, Wanqiu really knows how to appreciate beauty.

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Night falls.

After a long while, Jing Gao and Zhou Nanman, who were embracing each other, gradually calmed down.

Zhou Nanman's face was flushed with a languid blush from the afterglow of the previous encounter. She looked at Jing Gao with seductive eyes, her beautiful eyes filled with love, her gaze brimming with satisfaction, shyness, attachment, submission, and doting affection.

Jing Gao didn't say anything, holding the smooth, soft, white beauty in his arms.

After spending a long time together, the two looked at each other and smiled, their hearts filled with warmth.

Zhou Nanman, a stunningly beautiful woman, looked a little tired and said in a soft, coquettish voice, "Mr. Jing, I want to check my phone."

They had both left their phones in the restaurant because they were in such a hurry to get in.

Jing Gao smiled slightly, not correcting her form of address, letting her play around. He caressed her fair, smooth thighs, patted her slippery, pretty buttocks, eliciting a soft moan from the beauty, who said affectionately, "Okay, I'll go get it."

He went barefoot into the restaurant to get both of their phones, handed them to her, and looked at her exquisite oval face. At thirty-five, she was still so delicate. She was truly blessed by God. He then approached her pretty face.

Zhou Nanman glanced at Shirai Taka with a charming look, then obediently and gently swallowed the words in her throat, and took out her phone to send WeChat messages to Song Yingxia and Song Zhiqi respectively.

"Yingxia/Zhiqiu, find a five-star hotel to stay in tonight. Make your own arrangements. I'll transfer the money to you later."

Jing Gao, looking down from his vantage point, saw everything clearly. He leisurely stroked Zhou Nanman's hair and sent WeChat messages to Song Yingxia and Song Zhiqi: "Yingxia/Zhiqi, come back tonight. I brought you gifts. [Smile]"

After sending the message, Jing Gao didn't look at any other messages. He chuckled and placed his phone in front of Zhou Nanman to show her.

When Zhou Nanman saw these two messages, she was stunned for a moment, then realized what they meant. Her pretty face instantly turned red again. She stopped eating the fruit and shyly clenched her fists to punch Jing Gao's leg: "Jing Gao, you...you're so bad!"

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As dusk settles, the Bund presents a stunning view.

Song Yingxia and Song Zhiqi were dining at a high-end restaurant on the Bund. With a combined monthly income of 200,000 yuan, they could afford to dine at upscale restaurants regularly, provided they didn't order drinks.

Song Zhiqi put down her phone; the screen displayed Jing Gao's message, "Come back, there's a gift." She looked at her older sister, Song Yingxia, across the table, a hint of hesitation and a strange flutter in her delicate face.
"Yingxia... Shall we go back?"

After all, I had just sent them a message telling them not to reply.

For all these years, she never called Song Yingxia "sister," but addressed her by her first name. Song Yingxia sighed softly, her eighteen-year-old face displaying a complex expression beyond her years. Her appearance resembled Song Zhi Qiu's, but no one would confuse the two.

Song Yingxia is quiet and reserved, with elegant manners like a lady. Song Zhiqi, on the other hand, is charming and lively, with a spirited and headstrong personality, like a spoiled princess.

Looking out at the dazzling night view of Shanghai, Song Yingxia's voice carried a resigned calm: "Let's go back. We can't run away. It'll be his sooner or later."

Some things were destined from the moment that man captured them as spoils of war.

Song Zhi Qiu bit her lower lip, feeling both nervous and innocently expectant about what was about to happen: "So... are you ready?"

Song Yingxia shook her head, her pretty face slightly flushed: "No. What about you?"

“No…” Song Zhiqi’s voice was unusually soft, barely audible.

"Then... let's go back a little later," Song Yingxia suggested after thinking for a moment.

After killing an hour, the two even strolled along the Bund with their shopping bags, so preoccupied with their own thoughts that they forgot to put the bags back in the car.

The two of them drove out in Zhou Nanman's white BMW X5.

After casually dealing with seven or eight men who boldly approached them and asked for their WeChat, the two sisters, feeling both uneasy and conflicted, finally returned to their home in Platinum Bay Mansion, driven by Song Yingxia.

The door opened, revealing a brightly lit living room. A faint, ambiguous atmosphere seemed to linger in the air.

Zhou Nanman had already cleaned Song Zhiqi's room and the bed sheets were brand new. She had already gone back to her bedroom to rest.

Jing Gao, dressed in a bathrobe, sat casually on the living room sofa, sipping red wine and looking at his phone, clearly waiting. He then saw two beautiful women enter, both wearing light-colored dresses that revealed their arms and legs, and showed off their slender waists.

One was demure and tall, the other alluring and charming; both were fair-skinned and delicate. I couldn't resist picking up my wine glass and taking a big gulp of red wine.

"President Jing, we're back." Song Yingxia walked in with her younger sister, Song Zhiqi, and greeted them softly.

Jing Gao corrected, "Yingxia, call him Brother Jing. We just had dinner at my place a couple of days ago, no need to be so formal."

"Brother Jing..." Song Yingxia obediently and quietly changed her address.

Song Zhi Qiu laughed, her lips curving upwards, her delicate face charming and alluring. Always bold, she casually placed the shopping bags she was carrying on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
"Brother Jing? Brother Jing, you look so greasy, like an old man, you know? You wear your heart on your sleeve."

Before returning, she was filled with anxiety. But upon seeing Brother Jing, she couldn't help but want to say a few sarcastic remarks to him.

What a mess he made!

They're ruining her life since she was a fifth-grader.

Jing Gao was speechless for a moment. He hadn't heard anyone mock him to his face in a long time, but he couldn't afford to fall out with Song Zhi Qiu right now. How could he argue with a pretty young woman? He coughed lightly and changed the subject:
"Um, I prepared some gifts for you. Do you like them?"

Jing Gao pointed to two exquisite gold-embossed envelopes on the coffee table.

Curious, Song Yingxia and Song Zhiqi picked up their respective envelopes and opened them. Inside were two exquisitely designed metallic credit cards, each adorned with a golden phoenix spreading its wings—these were top-tier credit cards issued by Phoenix Bank, a subsidiary of Jinggao.

"This is... Phoenix Bank's Phoenix Seal Card?" Song Yingxia was somewhat surprised; she had heard of this type of card. Phoenix Bank had a fairly large business volume in Shanghai.

“Yes,” Jing Gao nodded slightly and introduced, “This is a credit card for your allowance. The monthly spending limit is one million.”

"One million!" Song Zhiqi couldn't help but exclaim softly, her exquisitely beautiful face instantly flushing red. This was the first time the young beauty had held such a huge sum of money in her hands; the shock was indescribable, and she momentarily lost her composure.

As Jing Gao's private bank, Phoenix Bank would naturally be able to issue such a top-tier credit card to the woman he had his eye on in no time.

While the two sisters were still in shock, Jing Gao smiled and said gently, "Yingxia, Zhiqiu, you two go take a shower first, and come chat with me for a while later."

Whether it's greasy or not doesn't matter, he just wants it.

"Mmm." Song Yingxia's face was as red as an apple. She took Song Zhiqi's little hand and they went to the bathroom to take a shower together.

(End of this chapter)