How did I become a god

Chapter 1717 Before Dinner

The afterglow of the setting sun streamed through the large French windows, filling the room with tranquility.

Ling Chuqing had just finished her call with Li Mengwei and was lounging lazily in the huge, off-white suede sofa in the living room.

The villa is decorated in a minimalist modern style, with smooth and warm light oak floors, an abstract ink painting on the wall, and huge potted green plants with their broad leaves spread out in the corner. The whole space is filled with the lady of the house's tranquil and comfortable atmosphere.

She gently stroked her slightly protruding belly, her face glowing with maternal tenderness. After a moment's thought, she rang the bell to summon her new assistant.

A moment later, a pretty girl walked in with light steps.

"Sister Chuqing, you called me..."

The girl who entered was Tang Qian, Ling Chuqing's new "protector," who was temporarily serving as her assistant and obeying her every command.

Tang Qian was dressed in an outfit that perfectly captured the essence of summer. She wore a pure white, fitted cotton T-shirt, the hem neatly tucked into light blue high-waisted jeans.

This simple outfit perfectly accentuated her youthful figure. Her straight legs stretched the tight jeans taut, making them appear even longer and slimmer, while the slightly upturned crotch hinted at a woman's sexiness.

She wore a pair of clean white sneakers, revealing a slender ankle that was fair and delicate.

She had a flawless, porcelain-like oval face with skin so smooth it seemed like it could be broken with a touch. Her hair was tied in a neat high ponytail, revealing a smooth forehead, and her face radiated a youthful energy that almost overflowed.

Tang Qian's beauty carries an innocent and naive charm, like a mountain spring, unadorned yet already radiant and captivating. Given time, once she fully blossoms, she will undoubtedly be a stunning beauty.

Ling Chuqing nodded inwardly. When Weiwei asked her how to keep a man's heart, her answer was "generosity".

This is what the empress does.

For these concubines, sometimes it really does require them to cater to the men's tastes.

Ling Chuqing touched her slightly protruding belly, leaned back on the sofa, and said gently, "Hmm, Xiaoqian. Wait patiently a little longer, and tell your mother not to do anything foolish. There's always a solution."

She had just learned from Li Mengwei that Jing Gao would be returning to the capital in two weeks. Once his affairs in Shanghai were settled, he would definitely visit Nanjing within the year. At that time, the troublesome problems at Tang Qian's family would naturally be resolved.

"Thank you, Sister Chuqing." Upon hearing this, Tang Qian's eyes instantly reddened, and she bowed deeply. The fear and anxiety of the past few days seemed to find an outlet at this moment.

Ling Chuqing smiled gently and chatted with her for a few more minutes to soothe the girl's emotions. After she left, she picked up her phone and tapped on the familiar Fetion avatar.

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"Jing Gao, when are you coming to Jinling?"

Jing Gao received a message from Ling Chuqing and was heading to the restaurant with Consort Qing Shuang, Zhang Li, Re Re, and Qiu Yunzhen.

The interior of the villa's second floor is spacious and features an understated modern luxury style. The floor is made of calamari marble, smooth as a mirror, reflecting the carefully designed ceiling lighting system without a main light source, creating a soft and layered light.

One wall was a full-length glass wine cabinet, displaying various fine wines like works of art. Near the window was an open-plan lounge area with a sofa and a uniquely shaped, seemingly floating coffee table, while a Steinway grand piano stood silently in the corner. Upon seeing the message, Jing Gao's lips unconsciously curved into a gentle smile. "Chu Qing, I'll be there in a while. Make sure you look your best when you arrive."

"Okay!" Ling Chuqing replied quickly. One could almost picture her obediently nodding on the other end.

Jing Gao smiled, sensing her sincere affection, and stopped flirting with the gentle and beautiful woman he loved. Everything was understood without words.

He would unconsciously recall that afternoon in Guangdong Province when she prayed for a peace charm for him at a Buddhist temple.

This was a scene he would never forget, and Chu Qing's face was etched into the deepest part of his memory.

Jing Gao scrolled through her Fetion Moments, inquiring about her recent life. After reading only a few posts, the group arrived at the restaurant entrance.

Wen Xiaoli waited quietly at the door. She wore a well-tailored light pink business suit, perfectly blending intellect and elegance. Upon seeing Jing Gao arrive, she stepped forward and handed him a Coolpad tablet, her voice gentle: "Mr. Jing, could you please select the Peking Opera program before the meal?"

“Okay, Lily. Let me see.”

Zhang Li and Re Re stood arm in arm beside Jing Gao, like two sisters with different charms. One was elegant and charming, the other was bright and voluptuous.

Zhang Li took the phone from Jing Gao and kept it safe for him. She smiled as she looked at the phone screen.

WeChat, the killer app for everyone, is now a bit bloated. It integrates various functions, including short videos and official accounts, fully leveraging its massive user base.

This really fits a pattern she read about. Dating apps on the market generally start with soft pornography, spread to Vietnam, then add various features at their peak, and finally die from massive advertising.

This situation, ironically, gave Fetion, a "simplified version of WeChat," some opportunities. The current Fetion is similar to WeChat from four or five years ago; the software is very simple, and its main positioning is as a "communication tool."

Jing Gao took the tablet computer from Wen Xiaoli, glanced at it casually, and said, "Then let's choose 'Wujiapo,' 'Jiang Jinjiu,' 'Dangliang,' and 'Shajiabang.' Sing a classic section of each song."

Wen Xiaoli smiled slightly, picked up the tablet, and didn't correct the mistake in her words, "Okay, President Jing."

In front of outsiders, she naturally calls him "General Manager Jing," but in private or in front of her "students," she calls him "Brother Jing."

She is a national first-class dancer, so she naturally has some knowledge of Peking Opera, not to mention that Jing Gao usually arranges for her to listen to Peking Opera.

"Drinking Alone Under the Moon" is not a famous Peking Opera excerpt, but rather a classical poem by the poet Li Bai sung by the Kun Sheng Prince in a Peking Opera style.

Of course, the fact that it appears on the menu means that Jing Gao likes to listen to it.

Wen Xiaoli turned to make arrangements, and Jing Gao, surrounded by Qing Shuang's beloved concubine, the beautiful and charming Zhang Li, the stunning and voluptuous Hu Ji Re Re, and the aloof and elegant Korean beauty Qiu Yunzhen, entered the stylish Western restaurant on the second floor.

There are several restaurants on the second floor of Villa No. 11 in Jinggao, and this time the one that has been opened is a very stylish Western restaurant.

A pristine white tablecloth covered the long dining table, where exquisite porcelain tableware and crystal glasses shimmered under the lights, while a white orchid in the center exuded fragrance. Soft candlelight and spotlights from the ceiling complemented each other, creating a luxurious and romantic atmosphere in the restaurant, making every woman present even more radiant.

Consort Qing Shuang came to inform Jing Gao of the meal, but in reality, all the beauties attending the banquet that evening were already waiting in the restaurant.

(End of this chapter)