sonovelo Chapter 1756 Striving
Chapter 1756 Striving
Chapter 1756 Striving
Deep within the 52nd floor of the Mingyuan Group headquarters building lies a tranquil tea room.
Feng Xuehua, speaking into her phone, exuded an air of authority, reminiscent of her days as a powerful official's wife who dominated Shenghai Beach two or three years ago.
Seeing Jing Gao enter with the elegant and beautiful Wen Xiaoli in her cheongsam, he hurriedly said into the phone, "I have something to do here, we'll talk later."
After hanging up, a smile appeared on her pretty face as she greeted him, "Brother Jing..."
Then, looking at Wen Xiaoli, who was wearing high heels and whose long, slender, fair legs looked noticeably soft and her eyes were full of tenderness, a smile flashed in her eyes.
How could she not understand? When she went in to call Jing Gao for lunch, she was wearing flesh-colored stockings under her moon-white Suzhou-embroidered cheongsam.
Lily is really spoiled now; she can sneak food whenever she wants.
Jing Gao is really good to Lily; he always grants her every request.
Unlike her, who could only savor the touching moments of the past few days and find solace in them.
Jing Gao didn't bother to correct the way the 32-year-old beauty addressed him, and greeted her, "Xiao Feng, you're here. Have a seat, don't be shy."
Jing Gao sat down on the sofa next to the coffee table. Wen Xiaoli was too embarrassed to look directly at the sexy and beautiful woman Feng Xuehua. She quietly made tea with gentle movements.
She's still a little shaken.
Feng Xuehua unconsciously showed some restraint in front of Jing Gao, after all, he was the man who could decide her life, and currently the entire Feng, Zhong, Fang and Wei families all depended on his system to make money.
How could she not look up to him?
It's fair to say that even during her previous marriage with Wei Wenjian, when she accompanied her ex-husband to his boss's home for dinner, she never felt this sense of awe or trepidation.
After all, Wei Wenjian was a member of the Wei family.
"Brother Jing, my cousin's father is hospitalized in the Department of Surgery II at Ruijin Hospital, but there are no beds available. He's so anxious that he's crying and begging me for help."
Feng Xuehua observed his expression and saw that he was still as gentle and considerate as ever towards her. She walked over, sat down next to Jing Gao, and said with a radiant smile, "I was just coordinating this matter, and the bed has already been arranged."
"Brother Jing, aren't I amazing? If you ever need anything minor related to medical matters, you can arrange for me to handle it in Shanghai."
Feng Xuehua leaned closer to Jing Gao, her full, rounded breasts pressing against his arm, her voice soft and seductive, as if hooked.
Jing Gao couldn't help but laugh. The fragrance wafted over. To be fair, Lily was better in terms of looks and temperament, but Xiao Feng was better in terms of snow whiteness.
Although he didn't care about Xiao Feng, he picked her up and kissed her at her residence in the Feng family's old house a couple of days ago, purely because the atmosphere was right.
Four beautiful mature women were inside for him to admire and appreciate. Lily came in and knelt down to give him a boost. Xiao Feng walked over, openly displaying her sexy figure. How could he resist?
He didn't think much of Xiao Feng, but he didn't dislike being close to this beautiful and charming woman. Feeling her soft touch, he agreed, "Okay, I'll come to you if I need medical treatment in the future."
Feng Xuehua chuckled sweetly, her beauty as radiant as a flower. She tilted her pretty face up and kissed Jing Gao on the cheek. "Brother Jing, you're just trying to coax me."
Your Henghu Hospital is a top-tier private hospital in Shanghai and Beijing, with a full range of departments. Just come to me if you need anything.
As she spoke, Feng Xuehua gracefully bent her knees under the sofa, kneeling before Jing Gao. She tilted her bright, beautiful face up, her lovely eyes brimming with tears, and gently placed her slender hands on his knees, saying in a seductive voice, "But I like it when you coax me." Jing Gao looked down at her alluring appearance, smiled helplessly, and gently stroked her face, refusing, "Little Feng, I don't usually enjoy solo performances these days; I prefer a duet between two beauties."
Feng Xuehua chuckled, covering her mouth with the back of her hand, and knelt on Jing Gao's knees. She turned to glance at Wen Xiaoli, who was calmly brewing tea beside her, then turned back, looking up at him with a bright smile, and said:
"Brother Jing, I'm Sister Lili's dance student. We can tell you a crosstalk routine."
Thinking of his strength and might, Feng Xuehua's eyes shone with a hint of infatuation. Men are not all the same, after all. She said softly, "Brother, I just want to rekindle our romance and have a good meal with you before I go to New York."
Jing Gao was both angry and amused. What kind of nonsense was this? Xiao Feng was just using him as a "prop"!
However, he felt somewhat pleased that such a beautiful and radiant woman was asking him to stab her, and he said with a smile, "Little Feng, were your meals this bad before?"
"What do you say?"
Feng Xuehua gave Jing Gao a charmingly reproachful look. "You investigated my situation thoroughly, didn't you? Otherwise, how could I have fallen for your trap so easily?"
She knew that Jing Gao was a good-natured man who wouldn't give up, and if she begged him a few more times, she would eventually get what she wanted.
She helped him up by his knees, nestled against his chest, wrapped her arms around his neck, and breathed softly into his ear, her voice both alluring and wild:
"Brother Jing, I'm a married woman too... Should I call my ex-husband, and then we can..."
Jing Gao was speechless for a moment. Had his reputation really gotten that bad? He held the beautiful woman's ample bosom with one arm to prevent her from falling, and rubbed his temples with the other, saying helplessly, "Little Feng, as the sage said: 'At fifty, one knows the mandate of heaven.'"
Although I'm only thirty years old, I should start taking care of my health. I've overexerted myself these past few days and need to be more moderate.
Before he became a super-rich tycoon, he envied those extraordinary people in novels and in real life who could party every night. But after being a super-rich tycoon for so many years, he realized that a person's energy in this life is limited.
According to scientific research, the number of takeoffs and landings is limited.
His interests need to be gradually shifted; otherwise, even with the best medical care, he will likely die young.
Given modern medical conditions and his medical resources, living to 90 years old would be the bare minimum; just look at the lifespans of America's super-rich.
Feng Xuehua's bright face showed a hint of surprise. She pouted her red lips, looking aggrieved, "But... I really want to..."
She is still trying.
Jing Gao was speechless. Looking at her soft and alluring appearance, he teased, "Little Feng, how can you be so insistent? The way you are now doesn't match your intellectual and noble demeanor."
Next time you wear a cheongsam, showcasing your gentle, scholarly air, plus your great figure, I'll definitely be very interested.
Knowing that there was absolutely no hope today, Feng Xuehua buried her head in Jing Gao's arms in despair and muttered, "Next time, next time, who knows when that will be. I'm flying back to New York tomorrow to face Fu Bole, and who knows if I'll be shot eight times in the back and commit suicide."
The fact that these four powerful figures, Feng, Zhong, Fang, and Wei, are making such a big fuss in Shanghai and collaborating with Jing Gao will definitely send word to New York.
Jing Gao has not been abroad for a long time.
Trouble is bound to come looking for us.
Jing Gao couldn't help but laugh, patting her plump, soft, smooth, and bouncy breasts—they felt amazing. "Little Feng, what are you thinking about?"
The money in his pocket isn't just for show.