How did I become a god

Chapter 1682 Sending Cards
31st floor of Platinum Bay Residence. (A little over an hour earlier.)

Wen Xiaoli came to deliver the Phoenix Bank credit card, the Phoenix Seal Card, on Jing Gao's orders. At that time, Jing Gao was taking a nap on the living room sofa in his bathrobe.

Upon seeing this elegant and graceful 37-year-old woman enter, Jing Gao beckoned her to sit beside him.

"Lily, thank you for making this trip." Jing Gao naturally put his arm around Wen Xiaoli's slender waist.

She was still wearing the same outfit she wore this morning: a well-tailored off-white silk shirt paired with light khaki high-waisted wide-leg pants, which perfectly accentuated her tall, slender, and well-proportioned figure, making her a truly stunning beauty.

Wen Xiaoli's delicate face flushed slightly as she nestled obediently in his arms, her voice gentle: "It's nothing, brother. It's not hard work."

She placed four sealed Phoenix Bank credit cards on the coffee table.

Upon hearing Lily call him "brother," Jing Gao couldn't help but smile slightly. He had to admit, Lily could be quite witty sometimes, even better than Wanqiu, who was resting in her bedroom at the moment. Wanqiu's was too refined, while Lily's was much more direct.

He still loves the famous scene where she dances in front of Chu Jinghong, Su Wanwan, Lin Xueji, and him, presented by Xiao Wan, and makes her clothes slip down.

Jing Gao lowered his head and kissed her soft, sweet lips.

Wen Xiaoli responded enthusiastically, wrapping her arms around his neck affectionately in a French style.

After a passionate kiss, Jing Gao released her, looked into the beauty's watery eyes in his arms, smiled, and took out a sealed credit card, stuffing it into her hand: "Lily, this is for you."

"Ah..." Wen Xiaoli looked at the card in her hand that symbolized a monthly spending limit of one million, and was filled with surprise and joy: "Brother Jing, do I... do I have one too?" Although she was Jing Gao's assistant and woman, she never thought she could receive such a generous material gift.

“Of course.” Jing Gao gently stroked her smooth face and collarbone, and said softly, “Do you have any wishes? Tell me, and your brother will help you fulfill them.”

He knew she had something on her mind. After all, he had called Qi Yilin, the general manager of the Jiangzhou branch of the Blue Lake Hotel, to ask her about it.

Wen Xiaoli felt a warmth in her heart, her eyes slightly reddening. She leaned her head affectionately on his shoulder: "Brother... I... I miss our daughter, Zixi. She's about to take the high school entrance exam, but her academic grades aren't good. She's just quite talented, though; I teach her to dance at home. I want her to have a good future; the college entrance exam in China is just too competitive..."

Jing Gao agreed to such a small matter without hesitation and made thoughtful arrangements: "Let her come to the capital to study, so you can accompany her. She will attend Phoenix High School."

This is a prestigious school that Phoenix Group has poured all its resources into building; the teachers and resources are top-notch, and they plan to open a junior high school there as well. I'll just let Guan Guan know in a bit.”

His current philosophy is to provide employee schools, hospitals, and housing: enterprises should run social services.

A businessman's influence in a local area is not determined by how much money he owns, but rather by the size of his business and the amount of tax he pays.

When a company engages in social services, it is strengthening its foundation.

As a super-rich man with unlimited access to credit cards, he doesn't care how much money he spends. What he cares about is how many people he can influence. This is the source and foundation of his "power".

Assuming he can influence the lives of millions of families in the local area, he is likely to receive preferential treatment in some aspects.

This is a completely different "way of the game" between super-rich people and ordinary businessmen.

"Really? Thank you!"

Overwhelmed with joy, Wen Xiaoli excitedly kissed Jing Gao, her heart filled with gratitude and a sense of belonging. It was worth the gamble; he truly was a gentle man, and after winning her heart, he wouldn't abandon her.

Wen Xiaoli kissed Jing Gao's neck, the kiss sliding down his robe as she offered her gratitude. Jing Gao let out a comfortable breath, gently stroking the elegant and charming girl's hair, feeling his energy gradually returning, and said, "Lili, are you doing well teaching Jinghong and the other two dances? I'll send Zhou Shiqing to you for training later too."

“Okay, brother.” Wen Xiaoli’s well-tailored off-white silk shirt was open, allowing Jing Gao to feel her snow-white skin.

Jing Gao nodded: "Okay, teach them well, and I'll give you a reward later if you do a good job."

Enjoying Wen Xiaoli's gentleness and gratitude for a moment, Jing Gao let her leave. He had more important things to do that night and couldn't linger in the pleasant time!
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Song Yingxia and Song Zhiqi carefully put away their Phoenix Bank credit cards and went to the bathroom to shower without saying a word. In the steamy air, the girls' shapely figures were faintly visible, exuding the fragrance of youth. After changing into comfortable pajamas, the sisters returned to the living room and sat on the sofa next to Jing Gao.

Jing Gao was in a good mood, admiring the two beautiful and charming sisters beside him. He first looked at Song Yingxia, who was reserved and a little shy, and asked casually, "Yingxia, when you were in high school in Jinling, were there any boys who secretly had a crush on you?"

Song Yingxia blushed slightly, thought for a moment, and answered softly, "Hmm...maybe. There was a boy in our grade who was too shy to confess to me in person, so he tied a love letter to a rope and lowered it down from the second-floor window for me..."

"Oh? That's so creative!" Jing Gao laughed, finding it amusing.

Song Yingxia smiled and started talking about some fun things from high school, and the atmosphere gradually relaxed.

Jing Gao then looked at Song Zhi Qiu, who was even more beautiful and had a spoiled princess-like personality, and asked, "Our Xiao Wu is so hot and beautiful, she must receive so many love letters, right? How did you handle them?"

Song Zhiqi chuckled and said, "Brother Jing, I'm not as bored as Yingxia. I usually... just hand them over to their homeroom teacher to deal with!"

"Pfft... Hahahaha!" Jing Gao burst into laughter upon hearing this, and couldn't help but reach out and ruffle Song Zhi Qiu's hair. "Xiao Wu, you're really ruthless! Those boys are probably going to cry themselves to sleep in the bathroom!"

Song Zhiqi wrinkled her nose smugly, and the atmosphere in the living room became even more harmonious, with the previous embarrassment and tension disappearing without a trace.

Looking at the two delicate, beautiful faces before him, radiating youthful charm under the soft light, Jing Gao felt a mix of tenderness and longing. He reached out and gently lifted Song Yingxia's chin, and under her shy gaze, he lowered his head and kissed her petal-like, tender lips.

"Mmm..." Song Yingxia's body trembled slightly, but she did not resist, responding awkwardly and obediently. Jing Gao's kiss was gentle and skillful, quickly arousing the girl who was experiencing love for the first time, making her body weak and her breath come in short gasps.

At the same time, Jing Gao's other hand was also busy, pulling the shy Song Zhi Qiu into his arms. Song Zhi Qiu let out a soft moan as he kissed her red lips. Her kiss carried the unique sweetness of a young girl with a hint of stubbornness, and under Jing Gao's guidance, it quickly became tender and passionate.

On the sofa in the living room, Jing Gao embraced the two sisters, taking turns savoring their distinctly different fragrances.

Song Yingxia's kiss was shy and gentle, like a lily bud about to bloom; Song Zhiqi's kiss, on the other hand, was passionate like a wildcat, like a rose with thorns.

His nimble tongue explored and entangled in their sweet little mouths, drawing upon the unique sweetness of the young girls.

My body wanders restlessly beneath their thin pajamas, feeling the graceful curves and amazing elasticity of their youthful bodies through the soft fabric.

Song Yingxia's starry eyes were half-closed from the kiss, her face flushed, and her body involuntarily pressed closer to Jing Gao. Song Zhiqi was no longer the "little firecracker" she had been before; she was panting heavily, letting Jing Gao knead and caress her slender waist and pert buttocks.

The sisters' breathing became rapid and hot, and the air was filled with a passionate atmosphere. The sounds of their passionate kisses were particularly clear and alluring in the quiet living room.

(End of this chapter)