Magnate Tycoon: How Did Simply Enjoying Life Make Me a Male God?-Chapter 609 - 419: The Reason for Liking You_2

As the black suit pants slid down her graceful waistline, the deep curve outlined by the lace bikini came into view, causing Li Jing's expression to show surprise, with a hint of amazement in his eyes.

It was the deadly allure wrapped under the cold and rigid business attire, her waist was so slender it could not be held, her legs straight and long, with the moonlight casting a pearly sheen on her skin.

"That's why I'm willing to give myself to a man like you."

Wei Jia's voice carried a hint of seduction, as her silk pants slid over her firm thighs, piling on the deck.

Seeing the sudden passion from the other party, Li Jing felt the heat rising within him, his gaze uncontrollably tracing the contours of her body.

"I told you I would serve you well today." Wei Jia hooked his tie, "Tonight, I'm very satisfied with your performance, so just enjoy it."

After speaking, she bent down, the lace-edged crevice looming into view, causing Li Jing's breath to catch, and his lower body to immediately react.

The sounds of laughter in the distance were fragmented by the waves, and on the deck at this moment, only the interwoven silhouettes of two people swayed under the moonlight, with an ambiguous atmosphere permeating the air.

...

The next morning, Li Jing headed to the hospital again to visit Zhang Xinxin, accompanied by a spirited Wei Jia.

He did not expect that after the intensity and indulgence of the previous night, Wei Jia could recover her energy and state so quickly.

Her back straight, eyes bright, exuding an aura and energy that were hard to ignore.

This astounding recovery power and energy made Li Jing sigh inwardly, truly, this strong woman had incredible energy in every aspect.

Seeing Li Jing's familiar figure at the door of the hospital room, Zhang Xinxin's previously pale face instantly blossomed with delight.

However, when her gaze shifted to Wei Jia beside Li Jing, dressed in a sharply cut black suit with an imposing aura, her smile froze abruptly, making her unconsciously sit up straight, even her fingers unwittingly clutching the edge of the blanket.

The innate dominance and oppressive force that Wei Jia possessed were especially apparent among female groups.

Even if she intentionally slowed her tone and softened her gaze, the aura she carried still made the surrounding doctors and nurses unconsciously hold their breath and focus.

During the rounds in the ward, with her years of cultivated keen insight, Wei Jia quickly identified several oversights in the nursing process.

She furrowed her brows slightly, questioning, her cool voice echoing in the silent ward.

Those normally adept medical staff, facing her calm and collected questioning, couldn't help but show signs of panic, nodding repeatedly and promising immediate rectification.

It had to be said, this private hospital's service system was indeed comprehensive, submitting an optimization plan within half an hour of receiving feedback, the efficient execution leaving Zhang Xinxin unable to suppress her amazement.

After returning from the hospital, Wei Jia took Li Jing back to the company without asking.

In the office, she became the stern overseer again, her fierce gaze supervising every progress of Li Jing's work.

Under this invisible pressure, Li Jing spent several consecutive days in the company buried in handling the mountain of files and tasks.

Of course, Li Jing had his own "calculations," pulling Wei Jia to try out her newly learned techniques every night after work.

And the always decisive Wei Jia, when faced with Li Jing's requests, surprisingly showed a rare indulgence, never refusing.

Time quietly passed by in busyness and companionship, and after three or four days of constant company, the aura surrounding Wei Jia quietly changed.

The once cold eyebrows and eyes gradually took on a gentle smile, and when she occasionally smiled at employees while walking through the office area, it was like spring wind turning rain, dispelling the tense atmosphere that had lingered in the company for days.

Employees whispered in private, hoping this mysterious President Li would stay a few more days, after all, on days when Wei Jia was in a good mood, work pressure seemed to lessen by more than half.

Hearing these discussions, Bai Rui looked at the pair sitting side by side behind the glass curtain wall, filled with emotion: truly, only President Li could make President Wei genuinely happy.

...

That day, outside the bright floor-to-ceiling windows at the airport, the sunlight poured in, reflecting on Yang Xiaoxiu.

Yang Xiaoxiu was dressed in a high-quality dark satin long trench coat, the hem falling to her ankles, swaying gently with her steps.

A wide-brimmed black hat and oversized sunglasses concealed most of her brows and eyes, leaving only her delicate small nose and seductive red lips visible.

As she and her assistant just stepped out of the gate, the crowd ahead surged like a tide towards them.

The shouts of "Xiaoxiu, Xiaoxiu" rose and fell abruptly, with numerous raised phone lenses and light-up signs with her photos swaying above the crowd.

Yang Xiaoxiu wore a faint smile, her slender hand adorned with a diamond-studded watch gently raised in gesture to the crowd.

The assistant immediately moved sideways to shield her front, using both arms to fervently block the crowd continuously closing in, with the suit being pulled into creases, yet still striving to open a path for her.

The manager, who was originally waiting at the airport, saw this and quickly pushed through the crowd.

The two of them, one on each side, like a sturdy barrier, finally escorted Yang Xiaoxiu out from the frenzied crowd.

The fans were highly emotional, mostly young males, including quite a few university and high school students in uniforms, and many ponytailed female students, their voices hoarse as they shouted "Yang Xiaoxiu, I love you" resounding loudly.

It took great effort to reach the parking area, where Yang Xiaoxiu opened the door of the business car and swiftly got in.

With the car door closing with a "bang," it isolated the noise and heat from outside, allowing her to take a long breath, remove her sunglasses, revealing a pair of tired yet still bright almond eyes, and lean back into the soft seat, temporarily shedding the tension beneath the halo of a star.

Yang Xiaoxiu took off her wide-brimmed hat, rubbing the red marks left on her forehead by the brim.

Compared to her once-green appearance as an ordinary person, now her features were increasingly exquisite and pronounced, her nose almost perfectly high, and her lip shape seeming carefully sculpted.

The youthful innocence of her face was now replaced with a touch of cool elegance, with every move exuding the presence of a star.

Yang Xiaoxiu tiredly closed her eyes and questioned: "Was there fan support again today? I have said before not to do these things."

Her voice carried a hint of hoarseness, evidently fatigued from the long flight.

The manager wiped the sweat off her forehead with a bitter smile: "It really wasn't arranged by me, the itinerary must have been leaked out.

If I organized fan support, I would have coordinated security and the media in advance, it wouldn't have been such chaos?

You've lately been running back-to-back schedules, I'm more worried than anything else, why would I purposely make things difficult for you."

The assistant leaned over from the front row, showing her phone screen filled with trending search terms: "Sister Xiaoxiu, your screen recording incidentally appearing in the fan group last Friday went viral, and the topic #YangXiaoxiuEarthlyAwake# has surpassed three hundred million reads over these past two days.

Now even your autographed hoodies are being scalped for five figures, many touts are selling intel on your arrivals at high prices."

"Traffic comes quickly and leaves just as fast." The manager adjusted her glasses, her gaze professional and sharp, "These next two weeks are crucial, we need to quickly finalize several quality scripts. Before the hype dies down, we must produce a representative work to secure our position."

When it came to scripts, a fleeting dimness passed through Yang Xiaoxiu's eyes, but was quickly replaced with a calm demeanor.

She reclined in the seat, pulling a blanket over her legs: "Let's go over the upcoming plans, I'll take a nap."

Watching Yang Xiaoxiu's slightly tired yet still persisting to work demeanor, the manager felt a sense of admiration.

Struggling from an unknown ordinary person to now, she had seen too many stars lose themselves in a sudden burst of fame, but Yang Xiaoxiu managed to always maintain her clarity and drive.

Even with weariness etched on her face, she did not forget to verify the work arrangements.

Flipping open the itinerary, accompanied by the sound of pages turning softly, mixed with her steady explanation: "This afternoon is the recording of 'Star Path Dialogue', the originally scheduled guest was replaced last minute.

This program has lately had a top-rated audience viewership, and the station has given an excellent resource spot.

Tomorrow there are two advertisements shooting scheduled, each arranged for the morning and evening.

The day after tomorrow, we need to go to De Yi Culture Entertainment Company to discuss the specific cooperation matters for the latest variety show..."