Chapter 1702 - 692: Gathering Together (Part 2)

Chapter 1702: Chapter 692: Gathering Together (Part 2)

Young Master Zhang also made a comment.

"But today, I have to retract that opinion. Look carefully, that Lawyer Qi, his Secretary Jiang, and Senior Sister Jiang... uh, I don’t know where Senior Sister Jiang went, haven’t seen her for a while. Anyway, which of them is inferior to Miss Ding?"

Tang Yiming counted on his fingers, sighed, and shook his head, "Even if others are slightly less attractive, they’re either pure enough or have distinct features... The most annoying thing is, even Brother Dog recruits stars from the entertainment circle, which clearly surpasses us by countless levels."

"This is indeed infuriating."

The youngest, Shao Xiaoqi, spoke with envy, "Before today, Sister Xiwei was my favorite celebrity. Who knew... Ah, I mistakenly regarded a thief as my uncle!"

Everyone could understand Shao Xiaoqi’s deep regret.

They subconsciously glanced at that dazzling woman standing at the top of the lawn, not far away, who was chatting with Ding Yi about who knows what, shaking their heads repeatedly and couldn’t help but curse Zhou Wang a bit.

Xia Xiwei had just arrived.

Champagne-colored floral long dress, paired with a rainbow shawl, in ordinary women, such complex colors would look mismatched or downright tacky.

But this woman managed to perfectly carry such flamboyant attire.

Especially when she walked into the manor just now, she performed for Young Master Zhang and the others a live demonstration of what it means to seamlessly switch between "queen and princess."

She marched in proudly, constantly meeting the gazes of various women along the way, but she merely held that elusive smile, looking around with disdain, her aura fully unleashed, akin to the Empress inspecting her own territory.

Yet upon seeing Young Master Zhang and the others, she instantly displayed a sweet smile. Her adorable girl act was absolutely lethal, completely spellbinding Shao Xiaoqi.

And although Young Master Zhang and the others had little interaction with Xia Xiwei, they were all aware that of all the women present, she was the only one capable of rivaling Ding Yi in terms of family background... which was why they all thought "Brother Dog was truly too amazing."

Disregarding their stunning beauty, having just one of these women in your life would be a personal affair, yet Brother Dog managed to entangle two at once, which could only be described as "audacious beyond measure."

After Xia Xiwei entered the manor, the other women, including Miss Di, who had a minor gripe with Xia Xiwei, all consciously retreated. Only Ding Yi, with a raised eyebrow, faced her confidently, resulting in the current scene of the two standing at the grassy summit talking about who knows what.

Earlier, Young Master Zhang and the others even considered playing a game, where whoever lost would take the "life-threatening" leap to eavesdrop...

"Where on earth did Brother Dog go? It’s almost dark, and he still hasn’t shown up?"

"If he wishes to remain hidden, there’s no way any of us can find him. However, since his bodyguards are here, we can only continue waiting..."

The reason the crowd kept waiting even after realizing Zhou Wang was not in the manor was largely due to the presence of Zhou Wang’s bodyguard team, along with his driver Miao Ying and the vehicle she was operating.

Thus, it was easy to conclude that Zhou Wang must have been here before they arrived.

No matter where Zhou Wang might be now, he certainly knows that everyone has gathered here waiting for him.

Unless he resolutely refused to meet with them, Zhou Wang appearing would surely be at this manor, hence no woman left despite waiting all day.

On the contrary, more women appeared in the manor...

Aside from the tardy Xia Xiwei who seemed determined to make a grand entrance, there was also the female doctor Zhong Huilan, and a girl who looked quite like a high school student.

Once it was confirmed that the girl named "Linlin" was indeed a high school student, Young Master Zhang and the others gritted their teeth and cursed under their breath, "Beast."

Amidst the fading light, Jiang Qingkui was disinclined to feign friendliness with the other women, choosing instead to stand alone at the steps at the end of the manor’s main path, arms folded, gazing into the dim sky, lost in thought.

Nearby, Xu Wenqian was busy making and receiving calls, maintaining her position... for quite a long time now.

With early winter upon them, Xu Wenqian distinctly noticed Jiang Qingkui’s eyebrows and eyes seemed to be wrapped in a layer of moisture, prompting her to move forward and urge Jiang Qingkui inside for a rest. Suddenly, she noticed a flicker in Jiang Qingkui’s pupils.

Her previously expressionless face seemed momentarily animated, before quickly tightening again, perhaps having realized something.

Yet her eyes remained fixated on the direction of the manor’s main pathway.

Xu Wenqian also sensed something, swiftly turning around, and indeed saw through the manor’s open gate, a shared bike slowly enter, ridden by a young man in a windbreaker, whose temperament appeared carefree and unruly—

It was Zhou Wang.

At this moment, Zhou Wang, riding the little yellow bike, seemed to bear a smile and face the breeze energetically, yet inwardly he was fuming.

Damn, this is extremely bitter cold!

He regretted choosing to ride a shared bike just to accentuate his persona.

Why couldn’t he have quietly slipped in through the back gate with Jiang Mo in the Rolls-Royce?

But considering the imminent "difficult situation," Zhou Wang deemed this small sacrifice necessary.

Moreover, if the other women realized he was with Senior Sister during his mysterious absence, it would inevitably lead to feelings of unfairness, undermining Zhou Wang’s plan to touch them with sincerity.

Given all considerations, thus unfolded the current scenario.

Only Zhou Wang, who hadn’t ridden a yellow bike in ages, found himself a bit rusty, turning what would have been a brief ride into a ten-minute journey, finally pedaling his way inside.

Fortunately, taking longer had its advantages—in the moment Zhou Wang entered bicycling, alerted women gathered from various corners of the manor, so as Zhou Wang parked the bike at the bottom of the steps, they had already congregated around him.

Their gazes bore hints of peculiarity, yet due to Zhou Wang’s unique entrance, they remained speechless for a moment, casting a quiet atmosphere.

This way, Zhou Wang was spared from their initial chatter... which was the third benefit.

"Is everyone here?"

Mindful of his persona, Zhou Wang smiled, a hint of world-weariness within his smile, and as Jiang Qingkui and the others prepared to speak, he gestured, "It’s cold outside, let’s talk inside."

With that, Zhou Wang ascended the steps, intentionally avoiding eye contact with any of the women, and entered the central hall adorned with enamel paintings first.

Perhaps it was an illusion of the women, but Zhou Wang’s silhouette seemed a bit solitary.

This diverted them from interrogations as they remembered Zhou Wang’s account being frozen earlier, the mood growing heavier... as Zhou Wang’s demeanor was clearly indicative of an actual incident rather than a misunderstanding.

Jiang Qingkui was the first to recover, resolutely stepping inside.

Then Ding Yi and Xia Xiwei followed, along with Miss Di, Miss Gu, Xu Wenqian, and many other women...

Young Master Zhang and the others, not having greeted Zhou Wang, exchanged puzzled looks.

"What should we do, is it appropriate for us to follow inside?"

"How about... sending a representative?"

Thus, everyone shifted their gaze toward Zhang Zhiyuan.

Young Master Zhang looked around, realizing there wasn’t a more suitable candidate than himself, reluctantly steeling himself to join, while the others waited outside.

Yet, given the main building’s hallways were surrounded by large floor-to-ceiling windows, they could clearly observe the happenings inside the living room from outside.

Through their perspective, Zhou Wang had already seated himself in the living room, lighting a cigarette... with an elegance imbued with an inexplicable sense of melancholy.