How did I become a god

Chapter 1690 The Four Greats
"No, not at all." Jing Gao held the soft, white-skinned woman wriggling in his arms, feeling the warmth of her skin through her thin summer clothes.

"Xiao Feng, although I do have a dark side and I like the women of the enemy, I'm not that dark."

If you still hate me, I'll throw you on the ground right now and give you a good thud on your backside.

"Giggle..."

Feng Xuehua couldn't help but smile radiantly, her snow-white body trembling. A glance from the alluring Bai Jinggao was like a rose blooming, breathtakingly beautiful. She swayed her slender waist, encircling him, her heart as hard as iron, her body burning like fire, as she whispered passionately in his ear:

"Little brother, please...please? I want to make love with you." The last syllable trembled like fine wine.

How could she possibly hate him!

Her life as an official's wife and a socialite in Shanghai was indeed quite good at the time, but what she was pursuing was a bigger stage. She hoped that she could have greater economic influence in the world of fame and fortune in Shanghai.

result…

Later, if he hadn't followed the rules and given her the money to buy the shares of Shuyun Club, her life would have truly rotted away.

"Xiao Feng, you're being a bit too provocative right now! But go for it. You've seen Cheng Fangyi, the stunningly beautiful mature woman who came with me today, right? She's quite the flirt in private."

Jing Gao's lips curled into a smile as he pulled the remarkably well-preserved beauty into his arms, kissing her neck and collarbone...
He caressed her round, firm, and incredibly elastic breasts. The smooth texture and amazing heat made for an exceptionally pleasant experience.

Feng Xuehua felt as if she had been struck by a powerful electric current, and instantly arched her back, letting out a high-pitched scream!

Having not experienced it for so long, she was like a taut string, and the music was already harmonious simply because he played it.

Jing Gao laughed and lifted her chin. "Little Feng, so useless?"

Feng Xuehua was extremely embarrassed; her beautiful face was flushed crimson. She buried her burning face in Jing Gao's firm chest, her voice barely a whisper, filled with shyness and pleading: "Brother Jing, I'm sorry. Do you want me to…"

She tried to please him in another way to make up for her "uselessness".

Jing Gao felt the trembling of the beautiful woman in his arms, her skin smooth and warm. He smiled and patted her smooth, snow-white breasts: "Next time. You didn't give me your medical report. I've never liked doing it with a layer between us."

Feng Xuehua sat in the lap of the young tycoon before her, feeling his unwavering will. Her face pressed against his chest, she said softly, "Brother, I'm very clean!" She smiled shyly and kissed his chest. "I took them to get their medical reports done. They're in the room inside. Come with me."

Feng Xuehua tried to stand up, but her limbs were too weak. "Ouch," she cried, and slumped back into Jing Gao's arms.

Jing Gao chuckled and shook his head, gently kissing her small lips, collarbone, and then lower down, until Xiao Feng, panting and limp, collapsed into his arms. Only then did he teasely say, "Let me carry you inside!"

"Mmm." Feng Xuehua wrapped her arms around his neck tenderly. Just looking at Song Yan's ex-girlfriend Liu Ziyu, and the campus beauties he admired at Fudan University, Gu Xixi and Re Re, falling into his hands one by one and being conquered by him, she knew his ability.

Jing Gao held her soft, limp waist, supporting her smooth, round breasts, ignoring the T-shirt he had left on the table, and carried the smooth, snow-white beauty into the inner room.

He didn't care what Feng Xuehua's ex-husband, Wei Wenjian, thought. As long as he was careful not to make a big fuss about it, it would be fine.

In fact, with society developing to its current stage and the market economy highly developed, interpersonal relationships have undergone drastic changes. As long as it doesn't harm the fundamental interests of the country, the higher authorities simply won't concern themselves with such minor matters of private morality.

… …

Outside the second-floor window of the garden villa, the sun blazes and cicadas chirp incessantly, but this master bedroom, nestled deep within this top-tier mansion, is completely isolated from all the noise of the outside world.

The heavy, dark velvet curtains were drawn tightly shut, completely blocking out the glaring midday sun.

Inside, meticulously designed wall lamps and several crystal chandeliers cast a soft yet bright glow, illuminating the entire space as a secluded and comfortable haven. The air is filled with the scent of premium aromatherapy blended with the fragrance of a beautiful woman.

Looking at the beautiful scenery in the master bedroom, even Jing Gao, who was used to seeing all kinds of beautiful women, suddenly had his pupils shrink and his breath catch in his throat.

At this moment, in this carefully crafted, suggestive play of light and shadow, four beautiful women, each with a distinct style and exuding the charm of mature women, await the arrival of the master of their destiny in different poses.

They had clearly been waiting there for a long time, and their "gift-giving" posture was carefully prepared, with a deliberate display.

A strikingly beautiful, tall woman with a mature and sophisticated look, wearing a pink backless mini-dress, leans against the armrest of a large European-style sofa.

She appears to be about 1.75 meters tall, with a slender and well-proportioned figure.

The daringly designed pink backless mini-dress slit all the way from the back of her neck to her waist, completely exposing her snow-white, smooth, and flawless back curves and her round and perky buttocks, like ripe peaches.

Her lower body was completely exposed, her long, straight, and well-proportioned white legs were crossed, her face was cold and beautiful, and her eyes were sharp, as if carrying a kind of unruly provocation.

A beautiful, voluptuous woman sat quietly on the edge of the bed, her legs together and slightly to the side, her posture gentle and graceful. A white, sheer slip dress draped over her body, revealing nothing underneath.

Her skirt was pitifully short, revealing a pair of snow-white, plump thighs. Her eyelids were slightly lowered, her expression seemingly obedient and compliant, yet carrying a hint of barely perceptible bewilderment.

A woman of medium height and refined elegance leaned gracefully against a dressing table, a flawless, social smile on her face. A perfectly tailored, deep-V-neck burgundy silk evening gown-style lingerie accentuated her shapely figure.

She wore matching trousers underneath, which tucked into her ample buttocks, making her peach-shaped buttocks even more alluring.

Her skin was delicate and fair, like the finest mutton-fat jade, and her temperament was refined; she was a quintessential beauty from Jiangnan. However, deep within her smiling eyes lay a barely perceptible hint of annoyance.

A stunningly beautiful orchid woman stood nervously in the center of the room, like a frightened deer.

A white, almost completely transparent tulle dress with an exotic flair hung loosely on her body, with only a thin, almost invisible bra barely covering her breasts underneath.

Beneath the thin veil, her exquisite, curvaceous body, slender waist, flat stomach, and full breasts were on full display.

Her face had a deep, three-dimensional quality reminiscent of someone of mixed heritage, with a high nose bridge, deep, dark eyes like a still pool, and lips like a rose. Her stunning beauty was tinged with a breathtaking fragility.

At that moment, she instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, trying to cover herself, but this only made her more alluring. Her eyes were panicked, filled with the helplessness of a small animal.

Four stunning beauties, each with a distinct style yet exuding the allure of mature women, dressed only in sheer tulle, resembled four exquisitely packaged rare treasures awaiting their owner, instantly igniting the atmosphere in the entire space.

Jing Gao put Feng Xuehua down, and his calm mind was instantly filled with fighting spirit again, his blood boiling like iron.

(End of this chapter)