The Wealthy Tycoon's Game of Life-Chapter 1315 - 507: "Cake"_3

She didn’t know what was happening to her, her sexual orientation, her preferences... It seemed like they were unknowingly altered by this dog of a man beside her.

Like fine rain, silently nourishing everything, by the time she noticed, it was too late.

On that day, in the bed of Spring Eye Apartment, when she couldn’t resist responding to Zhou Wang’s kiss, when she allowed Zhou Wang to roughly roam over her body, defiling the place no one had ever touched, she knew it was too late.

"But... this isn’t you."

Zhou Wang gave a self-mocking smile, "This isn’t the Sister Qingkui I liked."

"The Jiang Qingkui who attracted me is proud, confident, always has firm goals, she never frets over gains and losses, and would never hesitate over something..."

"So what if I made you CEO? Because of that, should you give me a little sweetness, or are you saying that Jiang Qingkui falls in love looking at the ’benefits’?"

Zhou Wang took a deep look at Jiang Qingkui, and as she repeatedly tried to speak but stopped, he waved his hand and suddenly got off the bed.

"Boring... I’m being pretentious myself, complaining about the duck in hand because its feathers aren’t plucked clean. You rest early, I’m a bit drunk, I’ll go nap on the sofa outside."

Jiang Qingkui just stared blankly at Zhou Wang as he walked out of the bedroom, until Zhou Wang’s figure completely disappeared at the doorway, then she suddenly snapped back to reality.

"Zhou Wang..."

Jiang Qingkui bit her slightly swollen lip, her expression extremely complicated.

"Yeah, it’s been so long, what am I even doing?"

Jiang Qingkui murmured, lowering her head, seemingly lost in thought.

...

"I always feel like I’m seriously ill... nonsense, nonsense... sleep!"

Wrapped in a thin blanket, lying on the sofa, Zhou Wang glanced at his still restless young body, feeling momentarily annoyed, but soon he stopped overthinking and fell into a deep sleep.

He didn’t know how long it had been; amid his confusion, Zhou Wang seemed to hear plenty of rustling sounds and the crisp sound of glass shattering.

But because he had drunk quite a bit tonight, Zhou Wang was too tired to care about those sounds, until he suddenly felt he couldn’t breathe.

A hot gust mixed with the scent of alcohol seemed to be blowing against his mouth and nose, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Finally, unable to resist, Zhou Wang blearily opened his eyes and the sight before him, lit by the dim hallway light, startled him.

In a disheveled long dress, only one strap hung loose on her shoulder, Jiang Qingkui had somehow ended up on top of him, her crimson lips so close, as the hot air was exhaling from them.

Jiang Qingkui’s gaze was hazy, cheeks flushed, holding a bottle already half-empty in her hanging hand, having evidently drunk quite a bit.

"What the hell, what’s going on?"

Now it was Zhou Wang’s turn to be a little baffled.

From his memory, this seemed to be the first time he saw Jiang Qingkui drunk.

"Heh, Zhou Wang, you’re awake!"

Jiang Qingkui lowered her head, noticing Zhou Wang’s eyes were open, she stretched out a slender finger to lift Zhou Wang’s chin, speaking with a smirk, "You must really have gotten a thrill tonight, teasing me like that, taking all the advantage, and still lecturing me... you must feel very proud, right?"

"Qingkui, you’re drunk..."

Jiang Qingkui didn’t bother listening to Zhou Wang, only arrogantly lifted her chin, her hazy almond eyes glancing disdainfully at Zhou Wang.

"Once just a little brat peeping at me from upstairs, who gave you permission to lecture me? Hmm?!"

Saying this, Jiang Qingkui had already reached into the thin blanket, viciously gripping him.

Zhou Wang sharply inhaled, waking entirely.