How did I become a god

Chapter 1721 A Dance

A flowing, melodious piano tune filled the luxurious restaurant like a stream. Zheng Xiaobing, as Jing Gao's chief assistant, had access to the villa's smart sound system.

She took out her phone, skillfully operated it a few times, and played the soft and rhythmic accompaniment music that Lin Hao had saved for her.

The music replaced the previous silence, filling the space perfectly.

Wearing a mint green preppy polo shirt and a white pleated skirt, Lin Haocun stood on the open space in front of the dining table, his eyes slightly closed, his long, curled eyelashes trembling gently, trying to adjust his emotions and mindset.

All the dance fundamentals she had diligently practiced over the years resurfaced in her heart. She wanted this opportunity to showcase them in front of President Jing.

When she opened her eyes again, the 1.65-meter-tall, pure and beautiful girl's eyes were different. They were clear and focused, as if everything around her had gone far away.

The starting stance is a simple, graceful stretch, with the arms opening slowly like supple willow branches, leading the body into an extremely beautiful arc.

Then, she lightly touched the ground with her toes and began to spin. The hem of her white pleated mini-skirt instantly billowed up, like a pure white flower suddenly blooming under the moonlight. As the skirt fluttered, her long, straight, beautiful legs were full of youthful dynamism and vitality.

Her purple panties were faintly visible at the end of her beautiful legs.

Then, with movements as light as a deer in the forest, several small jumps followed by large jumps were incredibly agile, demonstrating excellent core strength and body control.

Her supple waist bends backward, forming a breathtaking arch, and the hem of her polo shirt rises slightly, revealing a section of her fair and slender waist, exuding a subtle sexiness.

Guan Yujia leaned close to Jing Gao's ear, her breath sweet as orchids, and whispered in an intimate voice that only the two of them could hear: "Brother, are you moved?"

Looking at the vibrant youthful figures on the field, Jing Gao smiled slightly and muttered, "Legs are white and straight, very nice."

He did not give a direct answer, as he was currently "resting and recuperating," and needed to restrain his feelings of attraction.

Upon hearing this, Guan Yujia covered her mouth and chuckled softly. Her delicate hand naturally rested on Jing Gao's strong shoulder, and her red lips almost touched his earlobe as she breathed out:
"Brother, young girls these days are very ambitious. Lin Haocun and Hu Shuxin have signed a sugar daddy/sugar baby contract, and they're quite happy about it."

I have two more beauties at my villa; we selected four in the first phase. If you'd like to judge, I'll call over Tang Yuxi and Chu Xiruo.

Jing Gao chuckled and gently patted her round, pert bottom, the gesture intimate. "Guan Guan, thank you for your trouble. How did it go with the Taoist master I asked you to contact last time?"

Guan Yujia smiled charmingly, her eyes sparkling. "Brother, we are destined to be together. With just one or two yuan, you can go back to the capital to study bedroom arts."

Jing Gao nodded in satisfaction. Just then, Lin Haocun's dance came to an end.

As the background music abruptly stopped, the pure and lively young beauty ended in a frozen pose—standing on one leg, with the other leg raised high behind her, her body leaning forward, her arms outstretched like a swan's wings, her head slightly raised. The soft lights in the restaurant shone on her porcelain-like profile and slender neck, full of youthful energy and artistic beauty, like a frozen, vibrant young sculpture.

The entire dance perfectly blends the girl's innocence, liveliness, and gentleness with her budding sensuality, bringing the audience a great visual experience.

Thunderous applause!

The women present graciously applauded in admiration. Watching such a professional and youthful dance up close was indeed a rare treat.

Zheng Xiaobing, a pretty young woman slightly out of breath with a flushed face from exercise, walked over and asked with a smile, "Brother Jing, how did Xiaolin dance? She's the Beijing Dance Academy's soon-to-be campus belle that we've already identified, and she's very skilled."

Lin Haocun lowered her head shyly, her hands nervously gripping the hem of her skirt.

Jing Gao sized up the eighteen-year-old beauty in front of him. She was 1.65 meters tall, with small, delicate undulations as she breathed. Her white pleated skirt accentuated her beautiful legs. She had a pure and innocent college girl charm, the kind of girl who would be the white moonlight in college.

Jing Gao gently reached out and smoothed a few strands of hair damp with sweat from the pretty girl's forehead. Then he handed her the clear Huangshan Maofeng tea beside him and said with a smile, "You danced very well. Here's a reward for you to have some tea to soothe your throat."

Zheng Xiaobing rolled her eyes at her lover with a half-smile. Sharing a cup of tea—wasn't that an indirect kiss? His intentions were crystal clear.

Lin Haocun's pretty face flushed even redder, as if rouged, but she still obediently accepted the precious Qianlong doucai porcelain cup, sipped her tea, and secretly looked at the young, handsome, and powerful man in front of her with her beautiful, watery eyes, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz: "Thank you, President Jing."

"Call me Brother Jing," Jing Wengao and Di corrected.

Lin Haocun's heart skipped a beat, and she obediently called out again, "Thank you, Brother Jing." As she handed the teacup back, her fingers inadvertently brushed against Jing Gao's fingertips, and a strange sensation, like a micro-current, instantly coursed through her body, making her flustered.

Afterwards, she followed Zheng Xiaobing and returned to her seat. Hu Shuxin, who was 1.69 meters tall, appeared slender and voluptuous with a curvaceous figure, and she couldn't help but feel envious. "Haocun, what's it like drinking from President Jing's water cup?"

Lin Haocun said shyly in a low voice, "It's just a sip of water, how could I taste anything?" In reality, she knew that Brother Jing was flirting with her. This feeling was both unsettling and filled with an indescribable excitement and secret joy.

Looking at her little expression, Hu Shuxin couldn't help but pout. She was still young and couldn't control her emotions, which were easily revealed.

Looking at the super-rich man chatting with his stunningly beautiful assistant, Guo Qianqian, she felt quite disheartened. Her figure was decent enough, but among the beauties at tonight's dinner party, thirty-fourth place really wasn't enough.

How can she leverage her strengths?

...

After watching the dance, Jing Gao cut off a small piece of tender Wagyu beef and chatted casually with the beautiful women around him.

When it was Ouyang Wan's turn to present him with the three beauties, he first gently inquired about Chu Jinghong's recent situation. This bespectacled, sophisticated beauty was a Harvard graduate with a doctorate in comparative literature, exuding an intellectual air.

He really liked this beautiful woman with such a great presence.

Chu Jinghong put down her knife and fork and replied gracefully, "Brother Jing, I joined Sister Shuyao's 'Jing'an Bookstore' these past two days. I'm working on a social media account, mainly sharing my fashion and beauty tips."

Jing Gao nodded slightly and said, "Self-media is a good direction for development, but it is inevitably hard work and has nothing to do with the knowledge you have learned."

I'll introduce you to Weiwei later. She's doing her master's research at the English Department of Yenching University, mainly focusing on the differences between Chinese and English literature. It falls under the category of comparative literature.

I'd like to hire you as Vivi's tutor. Are you interested?

Today, his mother-in-law interrupted Weiwei on the phone, her words carrying a blaming tone, which made him somewhat unhappy.

Perhaps, Weiwei has too many staff members from his hometown of Taizhou, and he needs to consider making some adjustments. Jinghong, this intelligent and mature 21-year-old academic star, is a very good starting point.

This will save Weiwei from constantly worrying about her studies.

These days, even research papers in the natural sciences can be transferred, let alone those in the humanities. With such impressive academic abilities, handling a master's thesis at Peking University shouldn't be a problem.

Upon hearing this, Chu Jinghong's beautiful eyes flashed with surprise, gratitude, as well as astonishment and hesitation.

Although she had only recently become Brother Jing's woman, she already knew some basic information about him. Brother Jing was married; Weiwei was his wife, Li Mengwei.

only…

Is it appropriate for a concubine to become the principal wife's tutor?

"Thank you, Brother Jing. I will seriously consider it."

She knew that Brother Jing's casual remark might be better than the "future" Sister Shuyao had arranged for her, but the risk was a bit high.

Jing Gao could tell what Chu Jinghong was thinking at a glance. He took a sip of lemonade and said with a smile, "Just tell me what Weiwei is asking you."

Many people in this restaurant today have seen Vivi. I have no reason to hide anything from her.

He rarely attends business events himself, let alone brings his beautiful wife along. However, he knows that Weiwei has been privately inquiring about him with Guanguan and Xiaoli. Weiwei has excellent access to information.

This is a little playful thing between him and Vivi. If Vivi were to ask him how many women he has, he would definitely tell her.

However, Weiwei was intelligent and kind-hearted, and never asked him these questions that would put him in a difficult position.

Chu Jinghong thought for a moment and immediately agreed, saying in a low voice, "Okay, Brother Jing, I accept your invitation."

After chatting and laughing with the sweet and charming Su Wanwan, the beautiful and slender Lin Xueji, and Zhizhi, Jing Gao waved and instructed his beloved concubine Qing Shuang, who had just returned from a reward mission, "Qing Shuang, I'm going to see Wan Feifei's father in ten minutes."

"Okay, Brother Jing."