Chapter 1624 - 654: Do I Look Gao Xing?_2

Chapter 1624: Chapter 654: Do I Look Gao Xing?_2

But his expression stayed indifferent. "Do you think I’m happy right now?"

Jennie blanked out for a moment, not sure why Zhou Wang suddenly said that, but after a brief hesitation she still answered honestly, "Probably not..."

That much was obvious from Zhou Wang’s face.

"Then there you go."

Zhou Wang gave a short, cold laugh. "Jin Zhenni, you walked into this room and dressed yourself up as a shameful little gift. At the core, isn’t your purpose to please me...? Since I’m not happy at all, how dare you say your mission is already accomplished?"

"..."

Jennie opened her lips, and for a brief moment she actually couldn’t refute him.

Without even noticing it, Jennie’s momentum had already dropped a notch. She bit her lips and snapped, "Then what... what else do you want?"

Zhou Wang didn’t speak, as if considering something, but his eyes unconsciously skimmed over Jennie’s body.

Feeling that gaze like something tangible, Jennie finally realized: because of her movements just now, the few pieces of clothing she’d picked up from the floor to cover herself had scattered again.

The lace battle dress on her body, wrinkled all over from being kneaded at too many spots, was exposed once more. What shamed her most was the place where her legs were pressed together. Even though the windows were shut, she still felt a chilly draft "whooshing" through there...

Jennie hurriedly turned sideways, clutched her chest tight, her face flushing red with humiliated anger.

At this moment Zhou Wang’s gaze grew deep. He sounded almost curious as he asked, "Jin Zhenni, you must have studied quite a lot of courses since you were little, right?"

"Of course... I studied formal kimchi etiquette courses, and I’ve been influenced by Western aristocratic culture. I also learned ballet and Latin dance from a young age, and my traditional painting and calligraphy are better than most people’s."

Hearing Zhou Wang bring up this topic, Jennie immediately lifted her head and straightened her chest, speaking with a seemingly proud tone. Then she realized the gesture was inappropriate and quickly shrank back again.

But Zhou Wang had already seen it...

Because she’d had her back to him the whole time just now, he’d only experienced that indescribably wonderful feel in his hands, and hadn’t expected the shape from the front to be that upright as well.

Hem, hem.

Zhou Wang muttered inwardly and then said coolly, "That so? Then dance for me."

"Da... dance?"

Jennie was dumbstruck.

"Yeah, dance."

Zhou Wang lounged back lazily on In bed, striking a pose like he was about to enjoy the show. "Just so happens I’ve never seen how ballet is danced. Give me one. If I’m satisfied with your dancing, we’ll call your mission complete."

Zhou Wang just wanted to use some method to break down Jennie’s self-respect, but since he didn’t know her well enough, he hadn’t figured out the exact approach.

Bringing up etiquette with Jennie was only meant to find a breakthrough point; he hadn’t expected... he’d run straight into it.

Thinking of the interesting scene to come, Zhou Wang couldn’t help but curl his lips.

He’d already seen Lisa’s grinding dance, and experienced Jeon So-mi’s giant swing. Now he was just in time to see Jennie’s ballet, to see if it lives up to the level she’s so proud of.

"Fine."

Jennie hesitated for a moment, then thought that dancing didn’t really sound that difficult. On the contrary, compared to that "near-death" experience In bed just now, this actually seemed easier to accept.

But a second later she felt troubled again. "Except there doesn’t really seem to be suitable clothes here..."

In order to think of every possible way to sell the "Gift," Han Suying had prepared a pile of outfits in the room, but none of them were normal styles. There was the evening gown Jennie had originally worn out in the living room, but it obviously wouldn’t be convenient for dancing.

"Don’t worry. I’ve already picked one for you."

"What?"

Hearing Zhou Wang speak up, Jennie looked up in confusion just in time to see Zhou Wang toss over a bundle of light fabric.

Jennie instinctively reached out to catch it, then realized she was holding a pair of stockings... flesh-colored, lace-trimmed, over-the-knee socks.

Jennie lifted her head, bewildered. "What do you mean?"

Zhou Wang explained casually, "Wear them... only them."

Jennie froze for a second, then abruptly understood. Her face flushed scarlet, her eyes filling with shame and anger. "You... that’s impossible!"

Just now, Zhou Wang suddenly started talking to her in a calm tone, almost making Jennie think maybe he wasn’t that bad, that he wouldn’t make things too hard for her.

But now she realized how wildly wrong she’d been...

Even though she’d already done that kind of thing with Zhou Wang earlier, in terms of sheer shame, Jennie didn’t think dancing a nearly naked ballet would be any better than that.

No—in every way, this was far more humiliating!

This wasn’t just physical humiliation anymore; it had crossed over into mental, a direct grinding down of her proud personality...

This mentality is probably like how a lot of wives who’ve been married for years won’t refuse their husbands when they ask for sex, but will get angry about extra "little requests" and turn them down.

"If it’s impossible, you can leave."

Zhou Wang’s expression didn’t change. He didn’t seem at all surprised that she’d refuse. He just said calmly, "I’ll pretend nothing tonight ever happened."

"You..."

Jennie’s chest was heaving with anger, but she could hear the meaning behind Zhou Wang’s words.

Mm, nothing happened. Naturally, all of Han Suying’s efforts to win Zhou Wang’s forgiveness would vanish along with it.

As Jennie’s body trembled slightly and she had no idea how to react, Zhou Wang suddenly chuckled.

"Knowing when to yield is at least more dignified than insisting until you’re bloodied, isn’t it?"

Jennie’s body jolted again. At this moment, that sentence felt like a massive mockery... it was exactly what she’d said to Zhou Wang at the banquet not long ago.

Reality is that ironic.

Now, here and now, Zhou Wang was handing the exact same words back to her, and they fit the scene perfectly.

The room fell silent.

Zhou Wang lay back on In bed, relaxed, saying nothing more. Jennie stood amidst the scattered clothes, disordered and helpless.

She curled herself in slightly, but her long neck inevitably lowered, bit by bit.

No one knew how much time passed. From some direction beyond the distant floor-to-ceiling windows, the roar of what might have been a sports car suddenly sounded. The noise drift in from far away, faint but enough to abruptly shatter the room’s silence, making Jennie’s body tremble and dragging her out of some state.

She stayed silent, silent, then turned around without a word, gripping that pair of stockings. Her turned back seemed to have become her last bit of stubbornness...

She slowly bent down, set aside the scraps of clothing still hanging from her body, then stretched her pale hands to her own neck to unfasten the complicated clasps there.

Throughout the whole process, Zhou Wang just watched without saying a word. Vaguely, he had a feeling... if he made even a few "tsk tsk" sounds, this woman might break down on the spot.

But he also felt that, as a member of a top girl group, Jennie’s mental resilience shouldn’t be that fragile.

Either way, Zhou Wang didn’t keep provoking her. He just quietly watched Jennie change, then watched her turn around again, slowly taking her hands away from where they’d been covering herself.

The lace-trimmed flesh-colored over-the-knee stockings bit tightly into the soft yet powerful muscle of her legs, adding an extra layer of seductive flavor to an already Perfect pair of legs.

"Could... could you put on some music?"

Jennie’s arms twitched again and again, but she still couldn’t find a starting rhythm. So she made a tiny request in a low voice.

Her voice no longer had that proud edge from before; instead it carried a hoarse quality close to breaking.

Zhou Wang said nothing. He just picked up his phone, found a piece of ballet music, and hit play.

After the prelude ended, Jennie finally lifted her neck, slowly extending those long legs outlined by the stockings—like a white swan drenched in a storm, spreading its wings bit by bit, carrying a kind of indescribable, shattered beauty...