The Wealthy Tycoon's Game of Life-Chapter 1312 - 506: Jiang Qingkui’s “Little Game” (Part 2)
Jiang Qingkui never expected that Zhou Wang would ask her to stand by the window and take a photo.
But since this was Zhou Wang’s request, Jiang Qingkui naturally wouldn’t refuse. She immediately took a couple of steps back, held her phone up, and took a picture to send it over.
Then Zhou Wang went quiet.
Jiang Qingkui held her phone, staring at the night outside the window in a daze. Her slightly quivering long eyelashes showed that her inner thoughts were not as calm as they appeared on the surface.
In an indescribable feeling of unease, who knows how long it passed without any knocking sounds, Jiang Qingkui glanced at her phone, realizing there were less than 5 minutes left until the agreed time.
So... did he still fail to find it?
Jiang Qingkui seemed to let out a sigh of relief, yet also felt a bit disappointed. Just as she picked up her phone to inquire with Zhou Wang, suddenly a gentle ringing came from behind her. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
Her heartbeat instantly accelerated. She walked towards the automatically illuminated porch, hesitating just as she reached out.
The doorbell soon calmed down, but Jiang Qingkui’s phone buzzed with a notification sound.
"I know you’re standing behind the door. If you insist on being difficult, I can pretend nothing happened and leave right now."
Seeing the message from Zhou Wang, Jiang Qingkui bit her rosy lip and then took a deep breath to open the door.
Sure enough, Zhou Wang stood there at the doorstep, but instead of teasing her as she imagined, he handed her a big bouquet of bright red roses, glistening with dewy droplets.
Inhaling the intoxicating scent of the flowers, Jiang Qingkui was a bit muddled: "This is..."
"The bouquet at the airport today indeed wasn’t for you, this one is... Give me a chance to make it up to you."
Zhou Wang beamed brightly, one that made Jiang Qingkui’s heart flutter.
"How... how did you have time to buy flowers?"
Jiang Qingkui cradled the red roses as she stepped back to let Zhou Wang inside. She bowed her head, trying to prevent Zhou Wang from seeing her expression, and asked softly.
She felt Zhou Wang was particularly different tonight, but couldn’t pinpoint what was different from usual.
"Because it only took me three minutes to figure out your room. With enough time, picking up a bouquet is just a small matter."
Zhou Wang naturally took off his coat and hung it on the rack, speaking casually.
"Three minutes?"
Jiang Qingkui asked incredulously, "How is that possible..."
"Why wouldn’t it be possible?"
Zhou Wang laughed faintly. If Young Master Zhang and others who knew him well were here, they would know immediately... Better step back, Brother Dog is about to show off.
"In the photo you sent me, your line of sight forms a diagonal triangle with the Eastern Pearl Tower’s 259-meter high rotating glass corridor. It’s not difficult to deduce that you are standing at a height of about 243 to 250 meters, matching the International Gold Center Phase 1’s 56th to 57th floor..."
"Further from the style of the floor-to-ceiling window, it’s evident you’re in a two-storied suite, and the night view outside reveals your direction... Combining all the information, you could only be in the Ritz-Carlton 5606 executive suite. Is there a problem?"
Jiang Qingkui didn’t expect that just a photo could allow Zhou Wang to deduce so much information in such a short time...
Wasn’t Zhou Wang a liberal arts student?
But Zhou Wang’s explanation was coherent, and Jiang Qingkui couldn’t find any flaws. She could only blink her dark eyes, shocked into speechlessness.
Zhou Wang remained unfazed on the surface, but inwardly he was sneering.
My Sister Qingkui, see, this is the result of playing games with a cheater...
Holding onto the system, Zhou Wang could think of more than five ways to lock onto Jiang Qingkui’s location.
For example, as long as he put on the newly acquired [Yong’en’s Demon Mask], with the addition of high IQ, calculating Jiang Qingkui’s location from just one photo would only take minutes.
However, Zhou Wang feared the mask’s side effects might ruin this beautiful evening, so he opted for a simpler method—
Upgrading Jiang Qingkui’s [Resume] directly.
Spending 10,000 Reputation Value points, Zhou Wang upgraded Jiang Qingkui’s intermediate resume to an "advanced" one, which could display the other person’s location and status in real-time...
[Female Exclusive Advanced Resume—Jiang Qingkui]
"Real-time location: Magic City IFC Phase 1 The Ritz-Carlton Hotel 5606 suite"
"State: Anticipation, Unease, Withdrawn"
...
Yes, Zhou Wang only took one minute to "guess" Jiang Qingkui’s location.
All that mathematical computation and brainstorming were mere fabrications by Zhou Wang.
Yet it successfully fooled Jiang Qingkui at that moment.
After all, she herself was a high-IQ academic ace, so she believed Zhou Wang’s method was plausible.
"Why don’t you come in first, um, what would you like to drink, I’ll get it for you..."
Jiang Qingkui, usually so methodical and clear-minded, seemed somewhat incoherent now. She invited Zhou Wang to sit down, then turned to go to the fridge.
"Anything."
Zhou Wang’s gaze followed her graceful figure, admiring the slight stumble in her steps, as well as the straight slender calves wrapped in black silk, once again marveling.
Even considering his extensive experience, in Zhou Wang’s heart, few could compare to Jiang Qingkui’s physique.
Equal in height with Jiang Mo at 177 cm, but the resume feedback shows she’s about 5 kg heavier than Jiang Mo.
Where did those extra 5 kg go?
When Jiang Qingkui and Jiang Mo both wore casual outfits, at first glance, you wouldn’t notice much difference because they both look very slim.
But actually, Jiang Qingkui is noticeably more voluptuous.
All that extra weight was distributed in the right places.
This resulted in her waist-to-hip curve being quite exaggerated, which might explain why Jiang Qingkui hardly wears waist-revealing clothes or tight pants.
She has hidden the beautiful parts of her figure, relying solely on a strikingly cold and glamorous face, yet already exuding brilliance.
Tonight, Jiang Qingkui, provoked by the "dog man," wore a rare figure-revealing dress... At the earlier banquet, she undoubtedly attracted the most attention.
... Actually, Zhou Wang felt a tinge of jealousy.
After all, who would want their own "treasure" to be displayed to the public?
"Here you go... Cola with ice."
Whether she mentally prepared herself while grabbing the drink or not, when Jiang Qingkui returned, her expression had already returned to calm, that proud and cold glamour faintly appeared again.
As she put down the drink to sit opposite Zhou Wang, he smirked and suddenly grabbed her hand, pulling her towards him unexpectedly. With Jiang Qingkui’s surprised cry, she fell into Zhou Wang’s arms.
The rich full moon brought a soft yet firm pressure, as Zhou Wang encircled her slender waist, sighing contentedly.
Jiang Qingkui’s heart, which had finally calmed down, shattered into pieces again. She struggled to act composed, breathing rapidly:
"Mr. Zhou, what... what’s this... please let me go."
"Why? Wasn’t it you who invited me for a conversation?"
Zhou Wang buried his face in her neck, inhaling the woody aroma akin to cedar, the warm breath sending shivers across Jiang Qingkui’s body.
Feeling something, she bit her lip, dared not move rashly, "Can we chat first?"
Zhou Wang contemplated, then truly released her.
Jiang Qingkui, having lost her balance and sitting down beside him, was somewhat bewildered. She was mentally prepared to tussle with Zhou Wang a bit since the "dog man" usually wouldn’t let go until he’d taken enough advantage, but never expected Zhou Wang to be so accommodating this time.
While Jiang Qingkui was still at a loss, Zhou Wang took a sip of the iced cola and suddenly spoke:
"Qingkui, how about I play a game with you?"
