How did I become a god

Chapter 1689 Xiao Feng
With a knowing, playful smile, Jing Gao asked his question, then sipped his tea, admiring the stunningly beautiful woman's snow-white figure before him.
Her 1.68-meter-tall figure shone with a pearly luster under the bright lights; her skin was smooth, white, and soft, with a shapely figure. Thirty-two-year-old Xiao Feng was a truly exquisite beauty.

In his mind, he answered her question, "Isn't Yao Shengming your little brother now?"

Can the submission of men and women be the same?

Yao Shengming slid to his knees cleanly and decisively, and charged into battle for him, which could be considered as a pledge of allegiance. Naturally, he trusted Yao Shengming.

Does Xiao Feng have any vested interests with him now? While monitoring Song Yan is important, it is not enough to form a core bond of interest.

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This unexpected and thought-provoking question instantly pierced through Feng Xuehua's mental defenses.

The beautiful woman's delicate and charming face suddenly flushed with two intense red clouds, which quickly spread and stained her ears and neck.

Three parts were shyness at being asked such a direct question, three parts were annoyance at the possibility of being asked, and three parts were helplessness at being labeled by him about past events.

She had no secrets from the man before her. He knew almost everything about her.

Complex emotions swirled in Feng Xuehua's eyes for a few seconds before she raised her head, meeting Jing Gao's amused and admiring gaze, and said frankly, "Mr. Jing, I did not have a relationship with Song Yan."

Feng Xuehua spoke with a hint of self-deprecation and composure, analyzing: "Admittedly, Song Yan is very young and handsome, even more manly than Shen Ran, the 'gigolo' you sent to seduce me."

However, having lost the Fuhui Group and the support of his father Song Heng, Song Yan, who was driven to New York like a stray dog, had long since lost all his attractive aura.

A down-on-his-luck playboy who has lost his foundation and is left with only an empty shell and resentment has absolutely no charm in my eyes.

Today, during her solitary years of reflection in New York, she is able to view her past mistakes with greater calmness and equanimity.

Upon hearing this answer, a barely perceptible look of surprise flashed across Jing Gao's eyes, which quickly turned into a knowing smile.

He corrected him with a hint of sarcasm, "Xiao Feng, I have to set the record straight for Shen Ran. He's not a 'gigolo'."

He confidently believed that any beautiful woman who came into his sight would eventually become his woman.

Shen Ran is also a "talented person," but unfortunately, such a useful "talented person" has been sent to prison by him and Feng Xuehua's ex-husband Wei Wenjian, and he won't be out for three to five years.

Years ago, he was quite annoyed by Liu Sumei, the woman Shen Ran was harassing, so he set up this scheme to kill two birds with one stone: to trap both Shen Ran and Feng Xuehua.

Jing Gao picked up his teacup and took another sip, his gaze lingering on Feng Xuehua's smooth, naked body. He teased, "..."

"Xiao Feng, this proves a simple truth: a man needs money and power to be attractive!"
Back in Song Yan's day, basking in the glow of a "rising star entrepreneur," he thrived in both Nanjing and Shanghai, conquering all with ease. He forged substantial personal friendships with numerous beautiful and experienced women.

To be honest, he was a little surprised by this answer.

Feng Xuehua has a fatal weakness: she cannot control her inner desires, even knowing the consequences might be utterly disastrous.
Firstly, when she was the wife of an official and a top socialite in Shanghai, she couldn't control her greed and overestimated her abilities, trying to swallow up his assets, which ultimately led to her being framed by him.

Secondly, her marriage also ended in divorce because she couldn't bear the loneliness of being alone and had an affair with Shen Ran, a handsome young man who came to Shanghai for training (himself was there for training).

If he hadn't followed the rules and paid Feng Xuehua the 10.5 billion yuan she was entitled to when acquiring the shares of Shuyun Club, allowing her to maintain a decent life in New York...

Otherwise, the life of this beautiful 32-year-old woman would probably have been completely distorted by the mire of reality.

Of course, he always only considers ability when hiring. He doesn't care about personal moral flaws as long as they don't affect work performance.

He could tolerate Liao Rong openly keeping a "younger man," as long as she could manage Phoenix TV well.

The key is whether you have the ability.

So if Feng Xuehua continues to succumb to her inner desires as before, he will still use it, but it certainly won't matter.

After all, if a man and woman have a physical relationship, the objectivity and credibility of the so-called "surveillance" work would likely be greatly diminished. But since Feng Xuehua clearly stated that she had not had a relationship with Song Yan, this was a small but pleasant surprise.

He had a different thought. Before coming to Shanghai some time ago, Luo Luo (Tang Biluo) had told him about her aunt in America.

Originally, the plan was to invite her aunt to Singapore or Tokyo for a meeting, but now it seems that it would be possible to meet her directly in New York through Feng Xuehua and provide her with financial assistance.

Feng Xuehua nodded, completely agreeing with Jing Gao's view: a man's charm is rooted in the wealth and power he controls!

She was an ambitious woman at heart, unwilling to lag behind others. However, her ideas exceeded her abilities, leaving her helpless and forcing her to find another way.

Feng Xuehua took a small step forward, making her proud, snow-white eyes appear even more prominent in the air, and looked directly into Jing Gao's eyes, saying softly:
"Mr. Jing, would you like to give me a child? Besides inheriting the Feng family, a child with your blood flowing through his veins can also win over the other three families, Zhong, Fang, and Wei."

"Historically, Emperor Kangxi had many sons, and then assigned them to the Eight Banners to serve as junior banner leaders!"
By using this method of infiltrating sand, the Council of Ministers of State was able to decentralize power and check and balance the power of the princes and banner lords, ultimately stripping them of their real power!

"Mr. Jing, you can use the same strategy! Use our children to infiltrate the Feng family, and gradually subdue those other families, bringing them under your control! Make them completely your vassals!"

She had been thinking about this idea for a long time.

She was the legitimate daughter of the Feng family, and her father had no other children. She needed a child to continue the Feng family bloodline.

This child will not only inherit the Feng family in the future, but may even use his father's power to control the future of the four powerful families in Shanghai!

The question is, is Mr. Jing willing to give it to her?

Jing Gao looked surprised, his gaze intense as he re-examined the stunningly beautiful body before him, as if he were truly getting to know Feng Xuehua for the first time.

"Little Feng, you even read history books?" The fact that this beautiful woman read history actually enhanced Feng Xuehua's charm in Jing Gao's eyes! It was no longer just a simple allure of beauty, but also added a layer of wisdom.

Beautiful women who read books and transcend the category of "pretty face" will become even more charming.

Of course, the idea of ​​kids is nonsense.

Feng Xuehua keenly noticed the change in Jing Gao's eyes. She smiled, glanced down at him, and realized that he had long been aroused by her, yet remained unmoved. Now, a hint of meaning finally appeared in his eyes.

Feng Xuehua's lips curled into an extremely charming smile, her two snow-white and perky breasts trembling slightly, exuding unparalleled sexy allure. "President Jing, I also have a deep understanding of 'The Fifteenth Year of Wanli'!"

She became a top socialite in Shanghai, standing out from the crowd. This was not only due to her status as an official's wife, the halo of being the eldest daughter of the Feng family, and her beautiful face, but also because of her knowledge!

Abdominal poetry and gas from China.

This inner strength is her greatest asset, setting her apart from ordinary pretty faces!
Jing Gao couldn't help but laugh; this was a joke about Gao Yuliang. "I haven't even read this book yet, tell me about it..."

Feng Xuehua couldn't help but give Jing Gao a charmingly disdainful look. My dear Jing, what time is it? Still talking about "The Fifteenth Year of Wanli"? "Mr. Jing, I haven't had a man for almost two years. I'm very clean."

"Besides, Mr. Jing, you seem quite naive. From what I've seen and heard in the cutthroat world of Shanghai..."

As she spoke, Feng Xuehua leaned slightly down and whispered in Jing Gao's ear, "Brother Jing, in the cutthroat world of Shanghai, getting a 'funny' is just a prerequisite for doing business, not a reward afterward. These days, wealthy and powerful men have abundant 'resources.' Aren't you out of touch?"

The moment a beautiful woman uttered the word "beating," his heart fluttered. He then pressed his face against her soft, white breasts, further intensifying his emotions.

Feng Xuehua hugged Jing Gao's neck and whispered in his ear, "Brother Jing, how could I dare to ask for your feelings? I just want to express my submission and admiration for you at this moment. Don't worry, my body will always be reserved for you, and I will never let any other man touch it again."

She understood the minds of these powerful men all too well, and knew what Jing Gao wanted to hear.

Seeing that he didn't fall over, but instead held her slender waist, she straddled Jing Gao's lap. Her soft, smooth, and elastic breasts pressed against his strong thighs.

She stretched out her slender arms and tightly embraced Jing Gao's neck, her burning cheeks pressed against his equally warming cheek, her breath sweet as orchids, her voice trembling with passion and excitement at having taken the initiative:
"Brother Jing~, if I say I still hate you for ruining my life, wouldn't that... ignite your desire to conquer me even more? Make you want to punish me, to *me* even more?"

Her words were direct and passionate, like the most intense flame.

(End of this chapter)