boyutpedia Chapter 39 The Emperor Selects His Consorts
Chapter 39 The Emperor Selects His Consorts
"Boss Zhong knows how to have fun," Wang Guanxi chuckled.
"Come on, let me show you around."
Chung Chao-lung led him inside.
The first floor is a large hall with karaoke equipment, a large screen, surround sound, and standard KTV setup.
There was a door next to it; when you pushed it open, you saw it was a mahjong room.
There are two mahjong tables and genuine leather chairs, which should be quite comfortable to sit in.
Further inside, there's a billiards room.
A snooker table and an American nine-ball table, with cues neatly hung on the wall.
"You can also have a barbecue outside." Chung Chao-lung pointed to the courtyard outside the French windows. "The stove, charcoal, and seasonings are all ready-made. Just tell us what you want to eat in advance."
Wang Guanxi couldn't help but joke, "Brother Zhong, you really know how to play, hiding such a great spot."
The two chatted and laughed as they went up to the second-floor living room one after the other.
The second floor is a large living room.
The decor was much more sophisticated than downstairs, with genuine leather sofas, a solid wood coffee table, and an oil painting on the wall depicting a woman in a cheongsam with a graceful figure, though her face was obscured.
On the coffee table were a fruit platter, snacks, several bottles of mineral water, and a pot of tea.
Five young women were sitting on the sofa.
They were all dressed very lightly.
Tank tops, short skirts, hot pants—they had everything, with bare thighs and arms peeking out.
Some were playing on their phones, while others were chatting.
Hearing footsteps, all five people looked up at the same time.
Chung Chao-lung walked over, clapped his hands, and spoke in a tone that resembled a boss introducing an employee.
"Come here, all of you."
Five women stood up, walked to Zhong Zhaolong, and lined up in a row.
Chung Chiu-lung pointed at Edison Wang.
"This is General Manager Wang. He's also your boss. You'd better serve him well from now on."
All five people's eyes fell on Wang Guanxi.
"Hello, Mr. Wang."
The five people said in unison, their voices not loud, but very synchronized, as if they had rehearsed it.
Chung Chao-lung began to introduce them one by one.
"This is Xiaoxiao, a sophomore at Jiangcheng College, majoring in dance."
Xiaoxiao smiled at Wang Guanxi, revealing a row of neat white teeth. She was wearing a white suspender dress, and her collarbone looked beautiful.
"This is Xixi, also from Jiangcheng College, a junior."
Sisi was a bit more enthusiastic, blinking her eyes directly; her eyelashes were so long they could fan the wind.
"This is Nana, she used to be a kindergarten teacher."
Nana has a sweet face and does look like a teacher, but her clothes don't suit a teacher at all. She wears a tight black tank top that accentuates her curves.
"This is Qingqing, she used to be a nurse."
Qingqing smiled very professionally, like the standard smile when taking someone's temperature.
Chung Chiu-lung pointed to the last one and said
"This is Zhizhi. She used to work at the front desk of the Jiahua Hotel."
Wang Guanxi was initially overwhelmed, like an emperor choosing his concubines.
His gaze paused for a moment upon hearing the words "Jiahua Hotel".
He glanced at the girl.
Zhizhi?
Isn't this Xie Baizhi, the receptionist who greeted him when he stayed at the Jia Hua Hotel before?
She had an oval face, big eyes, long hair cascading down her shoulders, and wore a light pink sundress with the hem swaying between her thighs.
She had a full face of makeup, with her false eyelashes curled high and her lips coated with a glossy lip gloss.
It's completely different from how I looked in uniform at the Jia Hua Hotel before.
At that time, she wore black stockings, a suit, and had her hair up in a bun—the standard image of a receptionist.
What now?
Cool, sexy, and alluring.
No wonder I didn't recognize Wang Guanxi when he came in.
Zhizhi was looking at him too.
Her eyes widened slightly, then quickly regained their composure, but the fleeting surprise and panic in them didn't escape Wang Guanxi's notice. Like urban novels? Come and read more.
She lowered her head slightly and spoke softly.
"Mr. Wang... Hello, Mr. Wang."
Zhong Zhaolong stood to the side, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two.
Having worked in this industry for so many years, reading between the lines is a fundamental skill for him.
The moment these two met, their eyes met.
The way Wang Guanxi looked at Zhizhi wasn't the kind of look that said, "This woman is nice."
It was a look that said, "I know this woman."
Zhizhi's gaze towards Wang Guanxi was also off; it wasn't the kind of polite "Hello, boss, please take care of me" kind of look.
Those are eyes that tell a story.
Zhong Zhaolong's heart skipped a beat.
Oops.
Could this Zhizhi be Wang Guanxi's first love?
Or his ex-girlfriend?
Or is it someone you have a crush on?
Either way, it's awkward enough.
They ate the grass near their nest but ended up eating the grass inside.
Chung Chao-lung imagined a whole drama unfolding before his eyes, and the smile on his face froze a little.
Fortunately, I never touched her.
Wang Guanxi didn't notice Zhong Zhaolong's change in expression.
He looked at Zhizhi, his mind racing.
Zhizhi was doing a good job as a receptionist at the Jia Hua Hotel, so why did she end up working for Zhong Zhaolong?
The "Day and Night Club" claims to hire escorts and teaching assistants, but in reality, they all skirt the line to some extent.
Moreover, given the occasion and the attire, anyone who can enter Chung Chiu-lung's private villa is, frankly, someone who is willing to sell themselves.
When Wang Guanxi was at the hotel before, he invited Zhizhi to come in for a chat late at night, but she declined.
He was quite disappointed at the time.
But now?
Zhizhi stood in front of him, wearing a sundress, standing in a row with four other women, waiting to be "chosen".
It's not that I feel sorry for them, nor do I look down on them.
It's a feeling of "So you're like that too."
He turned and glanced at Zhong Zhaolong.
"Boss Chung, I only want this."
He pointed at Zhizhi.
"Zhizhi just needs to play with you. You can handle the rest."
Zhong Zhaolong was stunned for a moment, then felt even more panicked.
Sure enough, all he wanted was Zhizhi!
If it weren't for past feelings, he would have reversed his surname on the spot.
But who is Chung Chao-lung?
Having been a seasoned veteran of Jiangcheng for twenty years, what kind of situation hasn't he seen?
He showed no sign of anything amiss on his face, but instead leaned close to Wang Guanxi's ear and whispered something.
"Mr. Wang, there's a waterbed in the room on the right-hand side of the third floor."
The sound was very soft; only Wang Guanxi could hear it.
Wang Guanxi turned his head and glared at him.
I just wanted to tell him, "You old Deng, you really know how to play games."
Zhong Zhaolong chuckled, took a step back, and waved to the other four girls.
"Let's go, let's go, Mr. Wang doesn't need you today."
The four girls had different expressions on their faces.
Xiaoxiao pouted, looking a little deflated.
Sisi rolled her eyes, turned around and left.
Nana smiled, glanced at Zhizhi, and her eyes showed a hint of jealousy.
Qingqing was the calmest; she packed her things, grabbed her bag, and left.
Only Wang Guanxi and Zhizhi remained in the living room.
Zhizhi stood there, head down, her fingers twisting the straps of her sundress, without saying a word.
Wang Guanxi glanced at her, turned and went upstairs. After taking two steps, he turned back.
"Come on up."
Just three words, spoken in a lukewarm tone.
Zhizhi hesitated for a moment.
Then, she followed in Wang Guanxi's footsteps, her high heels clicking as she walked.