The seemingly warmth-less sunlight slanted in from the balcony, casting itself on the tall, fair body.
Zhou Wang’s movent upon getting up startled the girl with a mixed-race appearance. She lazily turned over after a brief mont of confusion.
"Zhou, are you leaving?"
"Yes, Angel, my beautiful lover, I’m heading back ho... I’ll rember every wonderful mont we spent together, your unique charm will remain eternal in my mory."
Zhou Wang gently kissed her smooth forehead, his gaze profound, his voice low, srizing the girl beyond restraint.
Angel, with dreamy eyes, bit her full lips and suddenly said:
"Zhou, I want to go to Huaxia with you!"
Hmm?
Zhou Wang imdiately sat up with a blank expression and sighed, "Sorry, Angel, I don’t want to hold you back. You’re the most genuine girl I’ve ever t, you deserve better."
"Zhou..."
Angel’s eyes filled with tears, extrely reluctant to part.
"Alright, stop making a fuss."
Zhou Wang said a sentence in Chinese, then casually slapped waves on her smooth skin, before he disentangled himself from Angel’s long limbs that were once again trying to entwine him, got up, and opened the bedside drawer to fish out a thick wad of euros and placed it on the pillow.
"It’s about to head into a chilly winter, buy yourself a couple of decent outfits."
"No, Zhou, you’ve given enough, I can’t take it..."
Angel imdiately shook her head, wanting to return the money to Zhou Wang.
The commission she earned from Zhou Wang that night had exceeded one hundred thousand euros, an inco she wouldn’t likely earn in a normal year.
"Just take it. I have nothing else to give you, can only express my fervor with vulgar money..."
Zhou Wang shook his head, finally kissed her lips, then turned and left, leaving only the girl’s sobs behind him.
"Zhou, I will always, always rember you..."
...
The Range Rover led the way, the elongated Rolls Royce traveled on the road toward Charles de Gaulle International Airport.
Miss Yang, wearing sunglasses, looked suspiciously at Zhou Wang beside her, "Zhou Wang, did soone enter your room last night? I seed to have seen a woman..."
"Oh, that should be Brenda bringing a drink, I had a bit of insomnia last night."
"Really?"
Miss Yang murmured, "Brenda’s figure is that good..."
Miss Yang thought it must be a distortion caused by the angle, so she didn’t dwell on it.
"Is Miss Di really not coming with us?"
At this mont, Zhou Wang thought of another matter and casually asked.
"She was originally going to co with us, but she seed to be feeling unwell, so I granted her a day off to rest in Paris. Her schedule is busier than mine as the boss..."
"I see."
Zhou Wang knew well, Miss Di... was most likely avoiding him.
But that night he thought he hadn’t been too overboard.
Although Zhou Wang was uncertain about the details in his mory, he wasn’t very confident.
It’s just as well, everyone should cool down a bit; after all, Zhou Wang felt like he was already getting too involved with too many won.
At this mont, Miss Yang suddenly sighed, her expression turning lancholic.
"What’s the matter?"
Zhou Wang was sowhat puzzled.
"From today until May next year, I can’t go wild like this anymore."
Miss Yang forced a smile, "Zhou Wang, thank you, this was my happiest week this year."
Seeing her forlorn look, Zhou Wang opened his mouth but ultimately swallowed back the words.
He didn’t delve too deeply. Everyone has their own lifestyle choices; as a top star, Miss Yang’s schedule is filled until next year, nothing strange about it. Perhaps, it’s the price she pays for this "week-long holiday"...
He wouldn’t ask Miss Yang why she worked so hard even though she had already earned enough money.
Just like even during this familiar ti in Europe, he never asked Miss Yang why she divorced...
Not everyone has a cheat code; for most adults, life’s main the is "beyond one’s control." What we can do is try to live brilliantly when the light shines on us.
...
At this mont, Zhou Wang was indeed brilliant.
With three Range Rovers leading the way, amidst the envious gazes of passersby, the Rolls Royce stopped at the entrance of Charles de Gaulle Airport. As if in a movie, dozens of bodyguards in black spread around in advance, and Ray personally escorted the two into the airport.
At monts like this, it’s hard not to feel a sense of superiority that "most people are just numbers."
Miss Yang was quite used to such scenes. Smiling, she clung to Zhou Wang’s arm while teasing in a low voice, "Look, there are several Huaxia people taking pictures over there, maybe they recognized , aren’t you afraid you’ll make headlines tomorrow, with the title ’Young Billionaire Dating a Washed-Up Starlet’..."
"I’m not married, what am I afraid of?"
Zhou Wang snorted disdainfully while discreetly putting so distance between himself and Miss Yang, silently taking out sunglasses to put on.
Miss Yang couldn’t help but laugh heartily, "Huh, thought you really thought like that!"
"What do you know? It’s better to avoid trouble..."
"Coward is a coward, soone’s only tough in words!"
"Co to my room tonight, and I’ll show you how hard I am elsewhere too."
"I’ll co as long as you don’t run."
"You co first before we talk..."
In the midst of their banter, Ray had already gone ahead to get their boarding passes and led them to the VIP passage.
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