Chapter 267 The Women's Reactions
Chapter 267 The Women's Reactions
The white Yangwang U8 drove smoothly on the winding mountain road, but the scene inside the car was completely different.
The two little girls, Shen Youyou and Zheng Yulu, were peering out the car window, chattering excitedly.
"Wow! The scenery here is amazing! It's like a fairyland!"
"Youyou, look over there! That villa is so beautiful! It's like a castle!"
"Brother is so amazing! He actually lives in a place like this! This is the life of an immortal!" Zheng Yulu's eyes were full of stars, her admiration for Ning Xiuyang had penetrated to the bone.
Tang Wei, in the passenger seat, was wearing a simple white tracksuit, her long hair tied in a high ponytail, making her look dashing and spirited.
Unlike her two roommates, she didn't shout or scream, but her gaze was frequently drawn to the scenery outside the window, and she was deeply moved.
At the same time, she would occasionally glance at Shen Yourong, who was driving, through the rearview mirror.
Shen Yourong was wearing a beige dress today, her long hair draped gently over her shoulders, exuding a mature and intellectual charm.
She drove with focused concentration, a faint, gentle smile playing on her lips.
Tang Wei's feelings were complicated.
She already knew about the relationship between Shen Yourong and Ning Xiuyang, and also knew that she and Shen Youyou were actually mother and daughter.
But they... all of them were related to her brother.
This...this is unbelievable!
She glanced furtively at Shen Youyou, who was still excitedly discussing things in the back seat, and then at Shen Yourong, who was driving in the front. She felt that this world was too crazy.
Zheng Yumeng, sitting next to Tang Wei, seemed preoccupied.
She was wearing a light blue floral dress today, looking quiet and well-behaved.
As she watched the luxurious villas rushing past the window, a wave of bitterness and inferiority washed over her.
In this car, Shen Yourong is Ning Xiuyang's woman, as is Shen Youyou. Even Tang Wei, who once considered herself Li Mingfeng's child bride, has completely given her heart to her brother. Even her own younger sister, Zheng Yulu, has long since given herself to him body and soul.
Only she, Zheng Yumeng, is still only her brother's sister in name only.
She didn't know whether she should take this step and become her brother's pet, just like her sister, Shen Youyou, and Tang Wei.
But as time went by, with her younger sister, Shen Youyou, and Tang Wei encouraging her, she knew that the scales in her heart were beginning to tip more and more towards her brother!
Last time at the apartment, her younger sister had created an excellent opportunity for her, but Ning Xiuyang left in a hurry because of a phone call.
Today, arriving at this palace-like place and seeing so many outstanding and beautiful women gathered here, her unease and sense of urgency grew even stronger.
She was afraid that if she didn't take the initiative, her brother would completely forget about her.
……
On the other side, inside the Mercedes-Benz S-Class driven by Rong Qing'e, the atmosphere was more "street-smart".
"My God, is this Washington Junting? The air even smells sweet!" Yang Yuanyuan leaned against the car window, her voluptuous figure crowding the seats, and said in a funny tone.
"President Ning is amazing! Each of these villas must be worth over a hundred million, right?"
"It's more than a hundred million." Cheng Qingxia, a well-traveled top anchor in the back row, exclaimed with astonishment, "Huashang-Junting is a long-established top-tier villa district in Zhonghai. To live here, you not only need money, but also immense power. The villa we're going to now, number nine, is the legendary 'Sky Palace on the Clouds,' said to be priceless!"
"hiss……"
The women in the car, including Li Yuya, all gasped.
They are all adults and understand the true value of the title "Huashang Junting King of Buildings".
This goes beyond simply being "rich".
This means that their man, Ning Xiuyang, has already stood at the true top of the city's pyramid.
A tremendous sense of pride and a feeling of being honored rose in their hearts.
To become the woman of such a great person is the greatest fortune of her life.
Sitting in the corner, Zhao Yihuan was filled with nervousness and curiosity.
She wore a black Chanel dress today, which accentuated her still-slender figure at 34.
As a former female celebrity, she had attended many so-called high-society parties, but this was the first time she had ever been summoned to such a legendary luxury mansion by a mysterious "boss".
She secretly glanced at Cheng Qingxia, Yang Yuanyuan, and other popular livestreamers in the car, and sighed inwardly.
Sure enough, in the end, everyone in this circle becomes a kept woman for some big shot.
However, she was very curious about who this "General Manager Ning" was, who could make the general manager of Zhengyang Media drive himself and make so many top anchors willingly gather together.
Can he really revive his once-popular self?
……
The atmosphere inside the Mercedes-Maybach was somewhat cold.
Bai Xiaoji gripped the steering wheel with one hand, his usually fiery face now so gloomy it could drip water.
She dressed up specially today, wearing a tight black cropped T-shirt and ripped denim shorts, showing off her long, white, and straight legs, which exuded a wild beauty.
But she can't be happy at all right now.
When she received Ning Xiuyang's cryptic text message, she was initially quite happy, thinking that the brat had a change of heart and wanted to spend some time alone with her.
As a result, Wu Xingyao also received the same message.
Then, from the information she pieced together from Wu Xingyao, she learned that Ning Xiuyang had actually called together all the women he was connected with!
Moreover, the location was one she had only ever seen in financial magazines: Villa No. 9, Washington Junting!
That bastard!
How many women does he actually have?
What did he want to do by calling them all together?
Are they going to demonstrate right in front of me?
Bai Xiaoji grew angrier the more she thought about it, and slammed the accelerator to the floor. The Mercedes-Maybach roared, just like the shame and resentment in her heart at that moment.
But amidst her anger, a deep sense of unease and shame quietly crept into her heart.
She still can't forget the boy who used to follow her around town like crazy.
I can't forget how that kid came crying to me after he was bullied, and how the two of us siblings were beaten black and blue, but still smiled happily.
I can't forget his shyness when he suddenly asked for a separate room after entering high school, and I can't forget his embarrassed look when he asked me for money whenever he was in trouble after entering university.
Once upon a time, the poor boy who needed her protection and help had unknowingly grown into someone she could only look up to.
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