NIP Chapter 1755 Checking the Cards
Chapter 1755 Checking the Cards
Chapter 1755 Checking the Cards
The headquarters building of Mingyuan Group has 52 floors.
Wen Xiaoli's tea room is located deep within a luxurious yet understated classical European-style area, with floor-to-ceiling windows that let in plenty of sunlight, creating a tranquil and elegant atmosphere.
The shimmering light of the Huangpu River spills over the glass and onto the light brown solid wood floor. A faint aroma of tea floats in the air, completely shutting out the noise outside the window.
Feng Xuehua was standing by the window, making a phone call.
A beautiful black top paired with a burgundy silk pencil skirt, beneath which a pair of long, shapely white legs encased in black stockings gleamed softly in the sunlight, making her appear like a delicate work of art, sexy and alluring.
The 32-year-old woman was in the prime of her life, standing at 1.68 meters tall. She was beautiful and radiant, with a captivating charm that seemed to have been nurtured by spring rain.
"Sister Feng, the rent for the L3 apartment hasn't been collected yet, and I'm afraid to go there alone."
"Also, Xiao Song has been on a bit of a 'cheat' this past month. He went to his friend's place to party and hasn't come back yet. James, who's with him, is out of contact and we can't get through to him on the phone. We need to send someone to find him."
The call was from Wen Ling, Feng Xuehua's trusted assistant who remained in New York.
She had been back in China for two months, and she needed a trusted confidant to stay and oversee her business in New York. After receiving a large sum of money from the "sale" of the Shuyun Club in New York, she swiftly purchased several apartments, shops, and other properties in a wealthy neighborhood.
For residential and rental purposes.
James was hired by the big black guy to be Song Yan's bodyguard and always stayed by Song Yan's side.
Feng Xuehua went through the process in her mind and quickly arranged, "Xiao Ling, contact Tieyi Security Company and have them send two bodyguards to accompany you."
"Send some students from NYU School of Medicine to Xiao Song's place, double the pay, to find out where he is. If he's dead, retrieve his body."
"Okay, Sister Feng."
Feng Xuehua hung up the phone and used the blacked-out phone screen as a mirror, admiring her beautiful face with satisfaction.
Her face is quite pretty, delicate and radiant, with fair skin and a serene and elegant demeanor.
Just then, my phone lit up again.
She appears to be a free spirit, no longer a "socialite" in the bustling metropolis of Shanghai, and has not taken over her father's company. She has even "settled" in New York, but in reality, she has various things to take care of.
The Feng family is a large clan with many relatives and connections, and there are all sorts of issues to deal with; not everything will involve her father. As the legitimate daughter, she also needs to cultivate relationships with a group of people and increase her manpower.
"Big sister, sob sob, my dad needs stomach surgery, but the Department of General Surgery at Ruijin Hospital is out of beds and can't admit him..."
Feng Xuehua frowned, thought it through in her mind, and said, "Xiao Hua, don't cry, I'll make arrangements for you."
She hung up the phone decisively, sent a WeChat message to one of her father's assistants, and that was it.
Ruijin Hospital is one of the top three hospitals in Shanghai, but for a local powerful family like the Feng family, arranging an operating bed is just a matter of a word.
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Jing Gao watched Liao Rong's graceful figure disappear through the door from his desk, and in a pleasant mood, he couldn't help but smile slightly.
Liao Rong's views and ideas about the entertainment industry were very much to his liking.
He is making patriotic films and TV series, producing exciting blockbusters to supply the market, expanding and strengthening his business, and managing upwards – this is what he is doing, consolidating his foundation!
He's certainly going with the flow, exporting culture overseas, and investing in short dramas—things beyond his experience. It's definitely worth a try.
Promoting Chinese culture globally and expanding its influence is a direction worth exploring. He will continue to pay attention to it.
In addition, at least he doesn't have to spend too much energy on the entertainment industry. He's busy with his "hobbies" every day and enjoys a wonderful life. He's too lazy to spare any extra energy for business in the film and television industry.
Unfortunately, many of the beauties in his harem were involved in the film and television industry, and their lives and careers were all in it, so he couldn't help but pay attention.
Zhao Qinghan's small-to-medium-sized film and television company, Qinghan Culture, alone could not support his demand for resources to be distributed to his concubines.
Everything in this world is about fame and fortune. Do you think so many beautiful women in the entertainment industry are willing to be his women just because he's rich? Isn't it because he provides him with top-tier resources in the industry?
The elegant and beautiful Wen Xiaoli, dressed in a moon-white Suzhou embroidered cheongsam, walked over from the side, gently hugged Jing Gao's neck, and gave him a tender kiss, saying softly, "Brother, you seem to be in a good mood after chatting with the beautiful and charming President Liao?" A little bit of jealousy was inadvertently revealed.
"Of course, it's not easy to find someone to do the work for me and do it well. Liao Rong's abilities are indeed top-notch, and her suggestions are exactly what I'm looking for."
"Lily, you're up to something."
Jing Gao held the beautiful and elegant woman in his arms. Through the soft cheongsam, he felt her warm and tender body, which stirred up wonderful feelings in him. He couldn't help but hold her head and gently kiss her small mouth back.
Wen Xiaoli softened quickly, nestling against Jing Gao and letting him do as he pleased. His grasping and releasing made her lose control, her beautiful eyes shimmering with a tenderness that seemed to speak of the hidden affection within her heart.
"Brother... please don't bully me. I don't have any spare underwear... I only brought one as a backup."
The voice was a little weak and trembling.
Jing Gao smiled slightly, feeling a little smug. It wasn't easy to have such complete control over the emotions and feelings of a beautiful mature woman. Among his current women, there weren't many concubines who were so wholeheartedly devoted to him.
"Lily, I only kissed you for a little while when I got to the office this morning, and you're already done?"
The beautiful woman in the cheongsam, nestled in Jing Gao's arms, rolled her eyes at him, exuding charm and allure. "Brother, you just kissed me and didn't do anything else? You're being so tender."
Jing Gao threw his head back and laughed heartily. When he kissed the beauty, he naturally wouldn't be so well-behaved; he would experience all the caresses that were appropriate.
As a mature and beautiful woman of thirty-seven, Wen Xiaoli could naturally see the smugness of the man who had won her heart and soul. She felt inexplicably shy and took the initiative to hook her neck and offer a sweet kiss to silence his smug laughter. "Good brother, don't laugh at me."
"Okay, I won't laugh at you. Lily, I need to check your cards."
Wen Xiaoli wore flesh-colored stockings, and her beautiful legs, wrapped in a moon-white cheongsam, were perfectly proportioned and straight, with an excellent feel that made her irresistibly attractive.
The cheongsam is usually paired with a seamless style, which is usually also lined.
As Jing Gao thought about those styles, his heart couldn't help but flutter. He gently held the elegant and beautiful woman in his arms, looking at her classical and delicate face, freely verifying his feelings.
There's nothing wrong with the cards.
“Brother Jing…” Wen Xiaoli’s eyes narrowed for a moment, then she looked at the man she liked with dreamy eyes, “Feng Xuehua is still waiting for us in the tea room.”
"Feng Xuehua, let's ignore her and let her wait." Jing Gao stroked the beautiful woman who was resting on his arm.
From his angle, the moon-white Suzhou embroidered cheongsam was tailored to fit him perfectly, highlighting his pert and rounded breasts with a sexy silhouette.
It perfectly captures the gentle and graceful figure that she has cultivated over thirty-seven years.
With a delicate and elegant appearance, her eyebrows and eyes were soft and gentle, her nose was straight and her lips were beautiful. Her long black hair was tied up, with a few strands falling down her cheeks. Her temperament was gentle and graceful, and even her soft breathing seemed to carry the elegant charm of a first-class dancer. Her gentleness could melt into her bones.
Wen Xiaoli understood that Feng Xuehua didn't hold a significant place in his heart. Putting aside her sense of urgency, she responded to his tender and passionate kisses, becoming intoxicated and moved.
She heard him say, "Lily, no matter what your life was like before, now that you're by my side, all you need to do is enjoy life and not worry about what the future holds."
There's nothing to worry about with Xixi. Whether her grades are good or bad, she'll always be a little princess, living a life of luxury and ease. That's my promise to you.
When Wen Xiaoli recalled Feng Xuehua's suggestion to her, her face flushed red, and she twisted her beautiful legs together, letting out a mournful cry.
"Good brother, don't mention Xixi."
"One who relies on beauty to please others will find that beauty fades and love wanes. Jing Gao, I can't escape this fate; how can I not worry?"
Jing Gao gently lifted the soft, beautiful woman and placed her on the sofa to calm her turbulent emotions and allow her to rest for a while. Looking down at her beautiful, smooth face, he sincerely said, "Lily, if you take good care of yourself, that's at least seven years from now."
If you're worried, we can have a child. The bond between us will never be broken.
Wen Xiaoli was overwhelmed with emotion and hugged Jing Gao tightly as he was leaving to wash his hands, burying her head in his chest.
The silence speaks.
(End of this chapter)