How did I become a god

Chapter 1684 My World
"Hmm." Jing Gao sat lazily on the spacious and soft sofa, his soul almost floating away, watching the dignified and elegant beauty Lily leave, feeling very comfortable.

Lily left too quickly, without even helping him clean up. Next time, I can't let her get away like that.

Jing Gao recalled the expression on Chu Wenjun's face when she was arranging roses and secretly glancing at him, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

This petite and beautiful young woman has probably been lonely for a long time. If she stays by his side for a while longer, she will be ripe enough to be picked and enjoyed.

Jing Gao smiled, a little smug about his current charm. Looks are innate, but a man's most important charm is money!
Jing Gao quickly took a shower in the master bathroom. Feeling refreshed, he returned to Song Yingxia's bedroom.

The golden rays of dawn shone gently through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the beautiful sleeping faces of the sisters, Song Yingxia and Song Zhiqi.

They are equally matched, each with its own unique charm. Of course, the summer version will have a transformed charm, slightly more mature and appealing.

Jing Gao gently lifted Song Zhi Qiu out of the quilt, the girl's soft and fragrant body pressed against him.

Song Zhiqi opened her eyes groggily and saw Jing Gao. Recalling the scene from last night, her face instantly turned red.

"Brother Jing..." Her voice was languid and shy, as if she had just woken up.

“Zhi Qiu…” Jing Gao carried her to her room, where romantic roses had been arranged. “I’m giving you 999 roses. Do you like them?” He gently placed her on the bed covered with rose petals.

Looking at the room full of vibrant roses, their fragrance wafting in the morning light, Song Zhiqi felt a surge of romance. She immediately understood Jing Gao's feelings.

Yingxia suffered last night.

Jing Gao leaned down and gazed at the beautiful woman's stunningly alluring face. After admiring her for a few seconds, seeing that she was somewhat shy and dared not meet his eyes, he kissed her delicate red lips and let his kiss linger over her thin nightgown. "Zhi Qiu, be my woman, okay?"

He asked softly, his voice filled with tenderness. Undeniably, the mischievous, playful, and alluring Zhi Qiu held a certain allure in his heart compared to the quiet and reserved Ying Xia, and he subconsciously treated Zhi Qiu better.

Feeling his hot breath and powerful caresses, Song Zhi Qiu's body went limp. She nodded shyly, her voice barely a whisper: "Mmm... I do, Brother Jing..."

Jing Gao's smile deepened. He knelt beside Song Zhi Qiu's head and gently stroked the girl's pink lips. "Little Wu, your brother just finished hunting in the wild. Help your brother out."

Song Zhi Qiu instantly understood his meaning. Her pretty face turned so red it looked like it could bleed, but she still mustered up her courage... closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling like the wings of a startled butterfly.

Looking at the girl's stunningly beautiful face and her hard work in the morning light, the visual impact captivated Jing Gaoxin. Zhi Qiu was as beautiful as a rose just beginning to bloom in the room.

"Zhi Qiu, look at me." Jing Gao's voice was hoarse.

Song Zhi Qiu's eyes were filled with tears.

Jing Gao gently kissed away her tears, and the morning light gilded the girl's fair skin with a holy golden glow.

Her stunning beauty, a blend of emotions, presented a breathtaking allure.

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In the master bedroom, Zhou Nanman had already noticed the faint, sweet voice, like heavenly music, coming from Song Zhi Qiu's room next door.

She got up, put on her bathrobe, went to the bathroom to shower, and soaked in the large jacuzzi to calm herself down.

Jing Gao walked in, looking refreshed, swinging his pendulum. "Wanqiu, you're awake?"

"Ah."

"Have you had breakfast? I had someone bring some over; it's in the insulated food container on the dining table," Jing Gao said casually, stepping into the bathtub and sitting down opposite Zhou Nanman. The warm water enveloped his body, making him feel very comfortable.

"I can't sleep." Zhou Nanman answered irrelevantly, looking at Jing Gao with a complex expression—a mixture of shyness, helplessness, and a hint of resigned acceptance: "President Jing..."

"Hmm?" Jing Gao raised an eyebrow with a smile, deliberately saying, "What did you call me? Wanqiu, call me husband." Zhou Nanman's pretty face flushed slightly, but after everything that had happened last night and this morning, her defenses had been completely broken down. She obediently, with a hint of shyness, softly called out, "Husband..."

Jing Gao smiled with satisfaction, held the beautiful woman in his arms and spoke to her, letting her sit on his lap with her back against him.

Zhou Nanman decided to change the subject, saying, "Honey, I heard some things from Sister Wanyi. There's a saying: 'It's not scarcity that's worrisome, but inequality.'"

Xu Qinglan's garden villa on Hengshan Road is worth 4 million, Zhao Zhiruo's villa is also worth 4 million, and mine is over 3 million. And… what about Sister Zheng Wanyi?”

She had a good relationship with Cheng Wan-yee and was somewhat considerate of her.

Jing Gao glanced at her appreciatively, stroking the smooth skin of the beautiful woman in his arms. Wan Yi held a very important place in his heart. He said, "Wan Qiu, thank you for thinking of Wan Yi."

Wanyi's life is very fulfilling; she has enough money to live comfortably for generations. But... I need to think of a surprise for her!

"Oh, honey, you really care about Sister Wanyi!" Zhou Nanman exclaimed, leaning comfortably against her lover's chest, and chatted about her favorite Peking Opera, particularly the Yan school of singing:

"Honey, do you know? Yan Xingpeng, a famous performer of the Yan school, has had a lot of troubles these past few years... He can't even perform on stage in China."

She recounted the experiences of Yan Xingpeng, who is currently in the United States, over the years.

Jing Gao wasn't interested in the inside story of the Peking Opera industry. He mostly listened to music before and after meals when entertaining guests, but he wasn't old enough to appreciate it.

Peking Opera is ingrained in every Chinese person's bones, but he's not old enough yet!
However, he seemed naturally willing to help Wanqiu fulfill her wish.

Jing Gao held it casually and said, "Wanqiu, you like it? That's easy. I'll use the name of a private company to bring him back to Shanghai and give him the best stage and treatment."

Problems that can be solved with money aren't really problems. I'll handle this; I guarantee you'll see Teacher Yan's performance in Shanghai.

"Husband..." Zhou Nanman was touched and was about to speak when Jing Gao gently kissed her. Following his wishes, she turned around and sat on his waist.

Just as the two were gazing into each other's eyes, their emotions running high, Song Yingxia got up sleepily to go to the bathroom. As soon as she entered, she saw this scene in the bathtub and instantly blushed with embarrassment.

Zhou Nanman was incredibly shy, while Jing Gao was both amused and exasperated, but suddenly an idea popped into his head…

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Around noon, Jing Gao had to leave the Platinum Bay residence and head to Hengshan Road to attend the Feng family's banquet.

Looking at the three stunning beauties beside him, each with their own unique charm yet radiating shyness: the mature Zhou Nanman, the alluring Song Zhiqi, and the serene and charming Song Yingxia, he was filled with a sense of smug satisfaction. Unfortunately, there wasn't enough time.

"I am leaving."

"Bye-Bye."

Before leaving, he kissed each of the three beautiful women deeply before heading out.

Downstairs, a luxurious car was already waiting. Jing Gao got into the car, watching the Platinum Bay Mansion gradually disappear in the rearview mirror. Thinking about everything that had happened here last night and this morning, a feeling of domineering pride welled up inside him.

As the saying goes: "The clash of swords and the thunder of horses enter my dreams, but where is the fair maiden teaching me the flute?"

"While drunk, I lie on the lap of a beauty, my lap still warm; when I wake, I wield even greater power over the world!"

This is Jing Gao's world!

(End of this chapter)