How did I become a god

Chapter 1751 Xuehua's Observation

Chapter 1751 Xuehua's Observation

"Dong dong."

Wen Xiaoli, dressed in a moon-white Suzhou embroidered cheongsam, sat quietly at the tea table brewing tea, savoring the intimacy with him and his promises. Her heart was filled with indescribable sweetness, and she hummed a song silently.

The 37-year-old beauty's 1.67-meter-tall figure was accentuated by the cheongsam, making her curves appear slender and graceful. In the morning sunlight of the tea room, she looked like a beautiful ink painting.

Just then, a light knock came from the half-open doorway.

Wen Xiaoli turned her head and saw Feng Xuehua, the noblewoman of a local tycoon, standing at the door with a smile. She stood up and greeted her, "Xuehua, what brings you here?"

She and Feng Xuehua were card-playing buddies, and their relationship was much closer than that of ordinary people.

Thirty-two-year-old Feng Xuehua is about the same height as Wen Xiaoli, with a 1.68-meter-tall, plump, and fair-skinned figure. She is wearing an exquisite black lace top, paired with a burgundy pencil skirt, and her long, shapely white legs are encased in black stockings.

Wearing high heels, her long hair styled in an updo, her delicate and beautiful face glowed with a radiant glow. Combined with her outfit, she resembled a black datura in full bloom, exuding extreme sexiness and captivating charm, radiating the allure of a beautiful woman.

Wen Xiaoli felt that even as a woman, she found her black and red outfit sexy and alluring, let alone her lover.

I'm afraid they'd want to tear off her black stockings...

Feng Xuehua walked into the tea room, smiling as she took Wen Xiaoli's arm. "Sister Wen, I can't compare to you. You always have him by your side. Isn't this just to make your presence known to him?"

As he spoke, his gaze swept over Wen Xiaoli's beaming face and the slightly wrinkled collar of her cheongsam, and he whispered in her ear, "Sister Wen, did President Jing make a move just now?"

A faint blush rose on Wen Xiaoli's pretty face, but she would never admit that he liked to caress her body while kissing her. She gently patted the arm of the noblewoman, who was five years younger than her, and said:

"Xuehua, you look very sexy today..."

Feng Xuehua sat down at the coffee table with Wen Xiaoli, showing no embarrassment at having her secret revealed. Instead, she spoke frankly:

"Sister Wen, you're so naive! I've been so lonely these past few years, and I finally got to be pampered by President Jing once. I just wanted to have a good meal before flying to New York!"

Wen Xiaoli couldn't help but shake her head with a smile. Feng Xuehua didn't treat her like an outsider at all; she even said these things to her. She brought out a teapot to serve tea, saying, "President Jing is inside discussing work with Liao Rong, the group's head of film and television business. Just wait here."

"It's okay, I'm thick-skinned. Mr. Jing can still kick me out at lunchtime!"

Feng Xuehua picked up her teacup and drank the tea. The aroma was wonderful, and it was indeed a top-quality tea. Her beautiful legs, clad in black stockings, were crossed gracefully. Her legs were shapely and straight, and in the morning tea room, they seemed to shimmer with a flowing luster.

"Sister Wen, when we're in front of President Jing later, how about we team up? That way, our chances of success will be higher. I'll be your assistant."

Wen Xiaoli, holding her teacup and smelling the aroma, glanced at her speechlessly upon hearing this and said, "Xuehua, you can do it yourself. I won't stop you. I'm not as favored by President Jing as you think!"

The sweetness in her heart did not overwhelm her reason. He had so many women, each with their own unique beauty and excellent character.

How much of an "advantage" could a 37-year-old woman have among a group of beautiful women?

He was just too good to her.

She was still thinking about how to maintain this favor!

Why would they waste their favor by bringing Feng Xuehua along?

Despite being a daughter of a prominent local family in Shanghai, Feng Xuehua was, in Mr. Jing's eyes, not only inferior to his three dance students, but also to the three top female college students that Ouyang Wanjin from the "Orchid Grass" beauty salon had presented to him. It was their first time.

Feng Xuehua's status was even lower than that of the four stunningly beautiful women, each with their own unique charm, she had seen at the Feng family's old residence that day.

After all, those four beautiful women were "gifts" carefully selected by the four billion-dollar families of Feng, Zhong, Fang, and Wei for President Jing, and they also came with four unpolished little beauties like jade.

Feng Xuehua's experience is much more mundane. If she hadn't repented for her past mistakes and turned over a new leaf, and if she hadn't now been helping Mr. Jing work as a "guard" at America, and if her looks and charm were top-notch, she probably wouldn't have been able to get close to Mr. Jing.

These were all told to her by her immediate superiors, Zheng Xiaobing and Feng Wan. She is currently favored and surrounded by kindness.

She felt less and less regretful about her initial choice. Her colleague, Chu Wenjun, made the exact opposite choice.

The handover is currently taking place outside General Manager Jing's office. General Manager Guan has arranged for a stunningly beautiful 26-year-old woman to take over the work.

"Giggle." Feng Xuehua leaned back in her chair and covered her mouth with a coquettish laugh. Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes looked at Wen Xiaoli across the coffee table and said, "Sister Wen, don't stop me later, okay?"

After thinking for a few seconds, she said, "Sister Wen, are you worried about how to maintain his favor? I have a good suggestion, would you like to hear it?"

How could she possibly believe that Wen Xiaoli was not favored? She just didn't want to contradict her directly; that would be too tactless.

No matter what, she was once a top-tier socialite in Shanghai, someone who had dabbled in the world of fame and fortune.

Either Sister Wen is pretending to be ignorant, or she doesn't truly understand the value of staying by Boss Jing's side.

Wen Xiaoli hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Then tell me." She really wanted to hear what kind of underhanded tricks Feng Xuehua had up her sleeve.

Her strength lies in her dance skills; she holds the title of a national first-class dancer.

Then try your best to do every little thing that is assigned to you with consideration, care, and diligence.

Feng Xuehua walked around the coffee table and sat down next to Wen Xiaoli, affectionately taking Wen Xiaoli's arm and breathing softly into her ear:

"Sister Wen, the four of us specifically researched Mr. Jing's hobbies in order to win his favor. We didn't mention hobbies like football, sports cars, gardens, singing, or antiques, but focused on his romantic and amorous nature."

Over the years, what beautiful women hasn't he been with? Sister Wen, your looks are top-notch, but to keep Mr. Jing's attention on you for long, you'll need a little something to ignite it.”

Wen Xiaoli turned to look at Feng Xuehua's delicate face and asked, "What's the trigger?"

Feng Xuehua chuckled softly, put her arm around Wen Xiaoli's slender waist under her cheongsam, and whispered in her ear, "Sister Wen, now that President Jing wants a beautiful woman, besides her appearance, figure, character, and talent, he values ​​status even more."

Sister Wen, this is his inevitable choice after seeing so much of the world! Where else can a woman enter his heart now? The place is already filled. Unless it's some naive, innocent young girl who can leave a mark on his heart.

What are we beautiful women compared to them?

Sister Wen, one of his favorite things about him is his enemies' women, and the other is that he likes combinations of women of different ages. You know what I mean, right? You were there when I presented him with four beautiful women last time.”

Wen Xiaoli stiffened, feeling as if the words beside her ear were the whispers of a demon, making her panic. She didn't want Xixi's life to be tied to him, so she quickly changed the subject:

"General Manager Liao is inside giving a work report. They've been talking for over an hour, which is a bit overtime. I'll go in and refill his tea."

Feng Xuehua chuckled, not taking it to heart, assuming she was just shy about playing cards with President Jing. She watched Wen Xiaoli carry the teapot towards the office next door.

What I was thinking was, Liao Rong, who is in charge of film and television business, could talk for so long, so she must be highly valued! Is there anything we four companies can do to help each other?

(End of this chapter)