How did I become a god

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Feng Xuehua, a beautiful 32-year-old woman, walked ahead, swaying gracefully. Jing Gao lagged behind a step.
You can smell the elegant perfume on her.

The two walked through a thickly carpeted corridor and came to a heavy solid wood door.

Feng Xuehua pushed open the door, revealing a study furnished in an antique style with excellent soundproofing. The heavy curtains were half-drawn, the light was dim, and a faint sandalwood scent filled the air, creating a quiet and private atmosphere.

The study contained only a large rosewood desk and two armchairs. Feng Xuehua invited Jing Gao to sit in the main seat, while she herself stood in front of him with a smile, her posture respectful yet her eyes carrying a hint of arrogance.

Because she is a very beautiful woman, and she dressed up specially for him today, while Mr. Jing is always a philandering man.

Feng Xuehua took the initiative to start the conversation, her voice gentle: "President Jing, I'd like to report to you on Song Yan's situation in New York..."

This is her main task in New York. All that's left is to wait for time to pass, for most people on her social networks to forget the mistakes she made, and then she can go back home.

New York may be nice, but it's not a place to live permanently.

Jing Gao picked up the top-grade Longjing tea that had been prepared on the table, took a sip, and looked directly at the fragrant, charming woman, his eyes showing no change.

The main thing is that he's in a state of spiritual enlightenment, so please don't disturb him. He had a very enjoyable experience last night and this morning at the Platinum Bay Mansion.

As for how to deal with Song Yan, Jing Gao already had a plan in mind, saying, "Xiao Feng, let him rot in America. Has he thought about returning to China?" His tone turned sharp and cold at the end.

Feng Xuehua smiled and took a half step forward, leaning slightly to touch Jing Gao's shoulder, offering him a tantalizing view. Her two snow-white, full breasts were mostly exposed. She said gently, "No, not at all. He wouldn't dare. He's afraid that if he comes back, you'll..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was clear.

Jing Gao laughed, admiring the view through the light blue silk shirt with its large collar, then put down his teacup with a slight clinking sound, and said meaningfully:
"Xiao Feng, it's actually more dangerous abroad. Anything can happen at any time. New York isn't exactly safe!"

The power he wields is truly unbridled overseas. But domestically, he tends to be more restrained, traveling with minimal entourage.

Feng Xuehua chuckled, her smile unrestrained and alluring, and lowered her head to kiss Jing Gao's cheek. "President Jing, the problem is Song Yan doesn't know." She understood this all too well. Even though Jing Gao no longer traveled to the X-Eye Alliance's countries, he could still help her in New York.

She was previously involved in a lawsuit in New York State, accused of seven felonies including tax evasion and endangering national security. It was a lawyer introduced by Jing Gao who helped her resolve the case.

Seeing that Jing Gao did not stop her kiss, Feng Xuehua was encouraged. She took two steps back, looked at Jing Gao with a little shyness, and then lowered her head to slowly unbutton her light blue silk shirt.

She was indeed a beautiful 32-year-old woman, but this was the first time she had ever seduced a young "emperor" in this way.

But deep down she was willing to do it.

It wasn't just that Jing Gao generously forgave Feng Jiazhong's fence-sitting behavior, but also because he had once adhered to business rules, paying her 10.5 billion to free her from her decadent life in New York and rekindle her hope for life.

To put it another way, his visit to the Feng family today, and her appearance and reception as the eldest daughter of the Feng family, is actually beneficial to her in improving her situation and reputation to some extent. She estimates that she doesn't need to stay in New York for ten years before returning; three to five years might be enough.

So her feelings at this moment were very complicated: gratitude, admiration, a long-lost and indescribable longing, submission to the powerful man before her, and the courage that came after shyness...

Jing Gao had no idea what Feng Xuehua was thinking, who was looking down, but he noticed that her movements were slow and had a sense of ritual.

The smooth, light blue silk blouse with a large collar slid down her fair, rounded shoulders, revealing her delicate collarbone and a large expanse of smooth, porcelain-like skin.

Then, her firm, 34-cup breasts, accentuated by a sexy lace bra, trembled and were revealed in the bright light. She didn't stop; her slender hands moved to her waist, unbuttoning and unzipping her white wide-leg trousers. The expensive fabric slid down her straight, long legs, piling onto the polished floor.

In an instant, a perfectly maintained, stunningly curvaceous body was displayed before Jing Gao without reservation.

Light filtered through the gaps in the curtains, outlining the contours of her body: full breasts, a slender yet strong waist, a flat and firm abdomen, and round, pert buttocks like those of a ripe peach…

Her skin shimmered with a pearly sheen under the light, creating a breathtaking visual impact. The air, thick with the scent of sandalwood, seemed to thicken with the allure of her body.

Inoue's gaze swept over the smooth, fair-skinned beauty before him with a burning intensity, his heart as hard as iron. She couldn't help but chuckle; why did she always like to use this trick on him?
Zhong Yulan did this.

Cheng Zhao was the same back then.

Not long ago, Ke Lingling did the same thing, but Lingling was too shy and didn't dare to show him her white thongs...

Lily (Wen Xiaoli) was the same; while dancing, all her clothes slipped off.

But he did not get up; his strong self-control kept him sitting upright.

The former socialite and official's wife of a high-ranking official in Shanghai offered him a direct visual impact with a submissive and coquettish demeanor, actively seducing him. The scene was indeed quite provocative.

This shattered his saintly state.

But he'd heard her private life in New York was scandalous. He had no interest in being cuckolded. Besides, women in the world of fame and fortune are untrustworthy.

Their affections were like reeds on a wall, swaying with the wind. Sometimes they leaned this way, sometimes that way.

He doesn't want to eat fast food now; he can't keep up with regular meals and large meals.

Furthermore, he orchestrated the dismantling of Xiao Feng's marriage, plunging her into obscurity.

"Xiao Feng, you were doing so well as an official's wife, and then I set you up. Don't you hate me?"

Feng Xuehua was stunned. She really didn't expect that Jing Gao could still calmly ask her these "disappointing" questions at this moment.

You know, she practiced in front of the mirror, and she was even captivated by herself! She knew all too well how attractive she was at that moment, with her smooth, white skin.

"I don't hate you. Mr. Jing, we were enemies back then. I was arrogant and wanted to take advantage of you, so I deserved to be tricked by you."

"Isn't Yao Shengming your underling now?"

After so many years, she naturally knew that Shen Ran, who had led her to cheat on him, was a male prostitute who had been specially hired.

Jing Gao smiled noncommittally and then asked a probing question, "Xiao Feng, did you and Song Yan have anything going on in New York?"

(End of this chapter)