Chapter 1765 - 724: Creation Collection

Chapter 1765: Chapter 724: Creation Collection

Knock knock knock!

"Qingkui? Are you okay?"

Zhou Wang asked tentatively at the bathroom door.

"I’m fine... Zhou Wang, you, you go use one of the other bathrooms, I’m gonna be in here for a long time."

The sound of water could be faintly heard from inside, mixed with Jiang Qingkui’s rushed shouting.

Zhou Wang couldn’t help shaking his head with a wry smile.

The first thing Jiang Qingkui did after she sobered up was to wriggle out of Zhou Wang’s arms at lightning speed, then dash straight into the bedroom.

Her legs were clearly weak; she almost stumbled, but Jiang Qingkui obviously didn’t care about the strange state of her body. She only wanted to get into the bathroom — this private space — as quickly as possible, to shut out the awkwardness that felt like it was about to spill out of the air itself.

Zhou Wang could more or less understand what she was feeling.

After those soul-snatching eight hours, Jiang Qingkui also knew that the persona she’d always maintained had completely collapsed in Zhou Wang’s mind... Now that she was out of that feverish state, she of course had no idea how to face him.

"Let’s see how long you can stretch a shower."

Zhou Wang muttered to himself, but he didn’t try to force his way in. He turned around and went to use the guest room bathroom.

...Though it wasn’t as luxurious as the 50-square-meter master bathroom, the guest bath also had its own massage tub. Figuring Jiang Qingkui wasn’t coming out anytime soon, Zhou Wang just went ahead and had a nice relaxing soak himself.

"I actually slept with Sister Qingkui... She’s the pride of all Jing City, the liberal arts top scorer in the college entrance exam ten years ago, Jiang Qingkui!"

Leaning back in the tub, Zhou Wang found himself replaying all kinds of details from last night, inevitably slipping into a bit of loser-like mentality... After all, she’d been his long‑running X fantasy target.

On top of that, before he came to Beidou, Sister Xiao Yu had already helped him fulfill another dream, which meant the two great fantasies of his adolescence had both come true. At this moment, Zhou Wang really did feel satisfied, even a little like, "What more could a man ask for?"

But once he started thinking about women, several other faces surfaced in his mind: the blend of innocence and seduction that was Ding Yi; Qu Peining, all heroic presence and epic-level long legs; the overly sweet, cat-like girl Xia Xiwei; and Miss Gu, who looked icy and fragile but was actually dumb and easy to fool... and so on, and so on...

Tsk, thinking about it that way, it seemed there were still some "challenges" waiting for him to clear.

He regretted drifting off like that pretty quickly though, because as his mind wandered, a certain part of him began to ache again.

He wasn’t made of iron after all; after a bout of indulgence like that, he’d need at least three or four days to recover.

Zhou Wang reined in his thoughts and reached for the phone lying beside him.

He hadn’t checked his phone for a whole day; his unread messages were probably exploding again.

He turned off Do Not Disturb mode, glanced at WhatsApp and saw another "100+" badge, and couldn’t help shaking his head.

Even though he no longer had to handle Wangzhou Group’s affairs and, nominally, it had gone bankrupt, plenty of people were still contacting him every day. But it was a lot less than before — like missed calls, only six or seven this time, which was nothing compared to what it used to be.

He skimmed through the unread messages, and when his eyes landed on one of them, his brows rose.

"Mr. Zhou, there’s something I should probably inform you about. Qian Ying seems to have realized the situation she’s in. She’s been wandering around near Wanliu Academy for a whole day. That should be Miss Jiang Mo’s residence, right?"

The message was from Mr. Ren, with a photo of the entrance to the complex attached.

In the photo, Qian Ying — who looked a lot more haggard after just one night — sat on the edge of a flower bed by the roadside, staring longingly toward the entrance to the underground parking garage.

When he left the restaurant last night, Zhou Wang had used Jiang Mo’s phone to block all of Qian Ying’s contact channels. It seemed she’d probably gone there to wait because she couldn’t get through to Jiang Mo.

But she didn’t know that Jiang Mo had gone over to Qu Peining’s place last night, so she was waiting there for nothing.

"Got it."

Zhou Wang replied.

"Do you need me to take care of it?"

Mr. Ren responded quickly, probably having been waiting for Zhou Wang’s reply.

"Aside from this, has she done anything else, like badmouthing Jiang Mo or something?"

Zhou Wang thought for a moment before asking.

"No. She probably wouldn’t dare do anything like that."

"Then just drive her away... Mm, but Mr. Ren, you can leave her a bit of a way out. No need to wipe her out completely."

Zhou Wang hesitated, remembered what his senior had asked of him, and added that line.

"Understood... If you don’t mind, Mr. Zhou, just call me Old Ren from now on."

After closing the chat with Mr. Ren, Zhou Wang checked his other messages, mainly replying to Yang Hao, who’d been spamming him with question marks, and Sister Xiao Yu and her daughter, who were waiting for him to come back, telling them he might be delayed another day in Beidou.

Finally, there were the polite replies to various New Year’s greetings.

He only picked a few to answer, but by the time Zhou Wang put down his phone, the water had already cooled quite a bit.

He got up, dried off, wrapped a towel around himself, and when he stepped out of the guest room, he saw that the master bedroom door was still closed. Knowing Jiang Qingkui was still in the bathroom, he shook his head and went down to the living room on the first floor.

After about another half hour, Jiang Qingkui finally appeared.

But the moment she saw Zhou Wang, she jumped a little. "Zhou Wang... why aren’t you wearing clothes?"

"Sis, you’ve been hogging the bedroom for two hours. All my clothes are in there. What exactly am I supposed to wear?"

Zhou Wang said, all innocence.

Jiang Qingkui’s face flushed again; it was hard to tell whether it was because of Zhou Wang’s bare chest or because of that "Sis."

"Alright, enough with the squirming, this isn’t like my Sister Qingkui at all... Mm, you want to go out to eat or order in? I just checked — there’s pretty much nothing left in the fridge. Otherwise I can at least show off a bit in the kitchen for you today."