Chapter 2319 - 739: Su Yu’s Threat, Jing’s Team

Saturday, December 16, 2023.

6:30 AM.

The world outside the window was still shrouded in deep, dark blue.

Shengyuan Good Place, Master Bedroom.

Wen Ruan opened her eyes right on time.

The first thing she smelled was a cold but pleasant body scent.

She turned to her side, using the dim night light in the corner, she looked at the woman still asleep beside her.

Su Yu lay quietly curled up in the blanket, a few strands of her long black hair cascading onto the snow-white pillow, creating a strong visual contrast with her porcelain-like skin.

She seemed not completely awake from the slight intoxication of last night, her breathing was long and gentle.

Unlike her on-screen image, which radiated an aura of brilliance.

In this moment, she was defenseless, exuding a fragile beauty akin to a delicate porcelain piece.

Even in her dreams, her elegant, swan-like neck and relaxed posture remained flawless.

Tsk... truly fatal.

Wen Ruan secretly sighed in her heart.

Not to mention that scumbag Tang Song, even I, a staunchly straight woman, feel a bit overwhelmed sharing a bed with this stunner.

Truth be told, purely in terms of facial sophistication and bone structure perfection, even Chairman Jin pales in comparison to Su Yu.

She’s truly a top beauty favored by the Creator, appealing to both men and women.

Wen Ruan resisted the urge to poke that face, carefully lifting the quilt to get out of bed.

After freshening up, she changed into a figure-hugging gray sports outfit in the walk-in closet.

As she headed downstairs, she picked up her phone.

As soon as the screen lit up, a few WhatsApp messages from Tang Song popped up.

The time showed early morning today.

[Tang Song: [photo1].jpg, [photo2].jpg, [photo3].jpg...]

[Tang Song: "Sister, send more pictures of you and Su Yu. (#sexy) If you behave well, this villa in France will be your residence. I think you’ll really like it."]

Wen Ruan opened the first photo, her breath suddenly quickened.

It was an aerial panoramic shot.

Amidst lush olive groves stood an extremely charming Tuscan-style villa.

Climbing ivy and wisteria adorned the warm red brick walls, large arched floor-to-ceiling windows opened outward, connecting to a spacious stone terrace and a wooden dock extending to a private lake.

The sunset glow bathed it like a vividly colored oil painting, exuding an intoxicatingly lazy romance.

She kept sliding her fingertip.

The photos showed a professional-grade mountain biking trail trailing into the forest behind the villa.

Then, there was the delicate and textured rustic wooden interior of the villa.

Additionally, Tang Song sent some photos of estate facilities.

Such as the industrial-chic underground shooting range hanging various guns on the walls, which tickled her excitement.

And the independent cycling studio at the forest’s edge filled with mechanical aesthetics.

Sunlight streamed through tall glass windows, illuminating an entire wall of top-notch carbon fiber racing bikes.

As an avid cycling enthusiast, she recognized at once the centerpiece bike—

Pinarello’s newly released limited edition Tour de France champion paintwork!

Even money can’t buy it!

Scrolling further, there was a gym with an unbeatable sea view made entirely of glass, and in the distance, the breathtakingly blue Cote d’Azur even in the photos...

Wen Ruan felt her blood instantly boil.

Goodness, she’d heard he was going to France to inspect an estate.

But she didn’t expect it to be such a level of estate?!

What woman could resist such temptation?

This rascal knows my preferences too well, dancing wildly upon my aesthetic points.

Damn it! I’m getting manipulated!

Wen Ruan bit her lip, but couldn’t help the corners of her mouth rising.

She typed a reply: "Su Yu is my bosom friend; she gave me a mansion in Shanghai and a cute Ragdoll cat, Snowball. Want photos? Fork over more cash!"

At this time, it was early morning in Nice.

Predictably, she didn’t receive a reply from him.

Wen Ruan sat in the empty gym, peering again at those blood-pumping estate photos for a long time, finally putting her phone away with lingering satisfaction.

Accompanied by the dynamic music, she started an intense aerobic workout.

The elliptical machine spun rapidly, and sweat quickly dampened her form-fitting sports vest, sliding down her taut, smooth abs...

Workout completed, she stepped into the spacious shower room, letting the warm water stream rinse her sweat-drenched body.

In the midst of the steam, she looked at her naked reflection in the full-length mirror.

Couldn’t help but turn her body side to side.

But compared to Su Yu’s creator-favored, CG-modeled perfect physique.

It seemed she still appeared slightly pedestrian.

No help for it, living day-to-day with such an unreasonable top beauty really could cause body anxiety.

However, this small sense of loss faded quickly.

Each person’s beauty is unique; even in a heaven of immortals, one might want to try something different.

Her hourglass figure, with curves in all the right places, had its own allure.

Adjusting her mindset, Wen Ruan dried herself off and changed into casual wear, heading back to the first floor.

The air was already filled with an exquisite, tempting aroma, instantly stirring her appetite.

The scent of a classic Su-style breakfast.

The savory freshness of crab roe dumplings, the sweet glutinousness of osmanthus sugar porridge...

Prepared by the housekeeper Su Yu specially brought this time.

Soon after, there were soft footsteps from the stairs. Su Yu, in a silk champagne-colored robe, descended slowly from the second floor.