After Flirting with the God-Tier Beautiful Tycoon - Chapter 1

“Buzz… buzz…buzz….”

Shen Xiaojiang was woken up by the vibration of her phone.

Drowsily, she propped herself up on her elbows and sat up on the bed.

Her hair was messy, and her dark eyes were stained with exhaustion, the deep dark circles announcing the madness of the night before.

“Where is this…” Shen Xiaojiang looked at the unfamiliar decor around her, messing her hair up even more.

Wait a minute!

Shen Xiaojiang sensed something was wrong and slowly lifted the quilt.

Holy moly!

“Why am I sleeping naked? This isn’t scientific!” Shen Xiaojiang, wanting confirmation, reached out and touched her “little triangle.”

“…”

Even if she slept naked, she shouldn’t be without underwear.

“Awake?”

Suddenly, a clear, soft female voice drifted over leisurely.

Shen Xiaojiang’s scalp tingled, and she stared at the pristine white bedsheet, taking a long time to react.

She was stuck, like a rusted machine.

The woman chuckled lightly and leaned closer to Shen Xiaojiang’s side.

Along with her approach came a delicate and clean fragrance.

Shen Xiaojiang turned her head, and a face appeared in her line of sight.

A face so beautiful it was unmatched in heaven or earth, devastatingly gorgeous, soul stealing.

The other person’s light amber eyes were fixed on her, the gaze thick with sentimentality and affection.

Then, the other person’s cherry lips parted, her breath like an orchid, “Did you sleep well?”

Her voice sounded like it had been steeped in a wine vat, deeply intoxicating.

The floodgates of last night’s memory opened, rushing into her brain like a torrent. Shen Xiaojiang’s face flushed, her heart pounding, and an inexplicable sense of shame and indignation spread from the crown of her head to her toes.

“Aun… Auntie, go… good morning!”

Shen Xiaojiang was incredibly nervous, cursing herself internally for being an idiot.

The woman was named Chen Yi, Shen Xiaojiang’s best friend’s aunt. By extension, she was essentially Shen Xiaojiang’s aunt.

Chen Yi hooked up the corners of her mouth, tilted her head slightly, and casually glanced at the clock on the wall. Then, she cocked her head, as languid as a prized cat, “You call three in the afternoon… morning?”

Shen Xiaojiang gave an awkward laugh.

Nonsense, she was so comfortable that she slept like a log, where would she have a concept of time?

The warm afternoon sun streamed in slowly through the beige sheer curtains, casting a rosy golden glow upon Chen Yi’s body.

She was an angel, a fairy, the beginning and end of desire, everything good you could imagine.

In a sheer, nude pink nightgown, beneath her slender neck and straight collarbones, her seductive figure was vaguely visible.

It was heart-pounding, irresistibly captivating.

This Chen Yi was utterly mesmerizing!

Shen Xiaojiang’s heart seemed to skip a beat at that moment, then pounded fiercely like a drum.

Her ears felt like they were on fire, and a blush crept up her neck bit by bit.

Chen Yi chuckled huskily and leaned down, even lower than before.

Shen Xiaojiang’s gaze naturally slid into the other person’s low cut neckline. Everything she should and shouldn’t see was visible.

Chen Yi let out a soft sound of coquetry, then extended a hand.

Her fingertips lightly touched Shen Xiaojiang’s brow, nose, and finally stopped on her lips.

The cool touch felt like a current running through her entire body.

Just as Shen Xiaojiang was about to say something, her lips were firmly tapped.

The next second, the soft pad of her finger stroked her provocatively.

Chen Yi articulated very softly and slowly, sounding like a plea or a gentle reproach: “Little one…”

Oh my god, save me!

Shen Xiaojiang’s bones felt dissolved.

She grabbed the other person’s bony wrist, only to realize that her own wrist was sore and aching, and even her fingers trembled when not exerting force.

“Auntie, what do you want for breakfast… oh, no, lunch, no, dinner, I’ll make it for you.”

Chen Yi lifted Shen Xiaojiang’s chin, smiling, her eyes curved, “I’ll eat you.”

Shen Xiaojiang: “…”

Well, she was dead.

She deliberately avoided thinking about the implicit meaning of the words “eat you.”

“What’s so good about eating me…” Before Shen Xiaojiang could finish, she heard a “whoosh,” and something sheer was tossed away.

Chen Yi loosely crossed her arms, her eyes glinting with a fervent light, “Then… you eat me?”

Shen Xiaojiang felt utterly seduced, wrapping her arms around the person. Her crumbling rationality was shattered in the intoxicating fragrance.

Chen Yi’s brow furrowed slightly, and the large iris tattoo on her back was rubbed out of shape.

In the gradually messy breathing, the air became humid and thick.

Everyone said they were from two different worlds and could never be together.

So, why exactly did things turn out this way?!

A year ago, Nan City Port.

The whistle of the Croatia sounded, and a group of bodyguards in black suits escorted a white-haired old man onto the ship.

One woman was left standing alone in the wind.

A dark-green qipao, and flaxen short hair.

If not for her attire, she would have definitely bowed at a ninety-degree angle.

The sea breeze scattered her short hair, covering her eyes, hiding her expression.

Despite the perfectly warm weather, an unusual coldness emanated from around her.

The Croatia had sailed dozens of meters out of the port before she finally straightened up. She used her hand to push back the distracting loose hair, slowly lifted her eyelids, and glanced indifferently at the sea level scorched by the sunset glow.

“Seventh Mistress,” a man with a thin, stubbled beard quickly walked over, “Put this on, the sea breeze is chilly.”

The woman was Chen Yi, the boss of Nan City’s biggest bar, “Venus.” Both the underworld and the establishment had to respect her.

At the same time, because of her glamorous and alluring looks, she was the woman all the men in Nan City most desired but could never possess.

Chen Yi seemed not to have heard the man’s voice and remained rooted in the wind.

After a long while, her brow imperceptibly moved, her light amber eyes flickered, and she turned her neck very slowly. The movement was so small it looked less like turning her head and more like dodging the blinding light coming at her.

She briefly glanced at the camel-colored, long fur coat in the man’s hand, and only then did she make a move.

“Was the port thoroughly checked?” Chen Yi asked, putting on her sunglasses and walking slowly toward the white Bentley.

The man, He Zhong, was Chen Yi’s right hand man. He answered respectfully, “Seventh Mistress, don’t worry, the port is entirely filled with our people, inside and out.”

Chen Yi “hmm.”

The driver didn’t dare to look into her eyes and lowered his head to open the car door for her.

Just a second before she got in, Chen Yi stopped alertly.

She turned her head to look into the distance, where two girls were laughing brightly, arm-in-arm, against the sunset.

Noticing Chen Yi’s change, He Zhong quickly stepped forward and asked in a low voice, “Seventh Mistress, what is it?”

Chen Yi’s hand, hanging by her side, invisibly tightened slightly, “Jiabao? Shouldn’t she be at school right now?”

He Zhong lowered his voice and said, “That is indeed your niece, Miss Sun. As far as I know, she doesn’t have class this afternoon.”

“Who is that tall girl next to her?” Chen Yi’s voice was cold and deep, devoid of emotion.

He Zhong had been careless.

It happened so suddenly that he didn’t know who the tall girl was; they hadn’t been seen together much.

Chen Yi withdrew her gaze, her tone three degrees colder than before, and her speech a beat slower: “Didn’t you just say the port was full of our people?”

He Zhong froze completely, feeling as though he was being stared at by the god of death, unable to move.

The Croatia sailing away carried the wealthiest man in Nan City Old Master Bai, the Chairman of the Kaihua Group.

Old Master Bai was the current President of the Nan City Chamber of Commerce, a figure deeply feared by both the political and business sectors.

His power was immense, and he held the absolute right to appoint the next president of the Chamber of Commerce.

The Chamber of Commerce presidency was considered the throne of the business world, controlling Nan City’s economic lifeline, and every powerful entrepreneur wanted a seat.

In the past two years, Old Master Bai’s health had declined, and he intended to step down.

Competition immediately entered a fierce state.

For first-class businessmen, a fortune could no longer satisfy them, only power could bring greater joy.

They would stop at nothing for this “greater joy.”

Chen Yi was no exception.

She planted moles around her competitors to obtain business secrets and then weaken their influence from within.

Having climbed up from the bottom, her few close relatives were no longer a secret, and she had to be extra careful.

She instinctively felt that the girl next to Sun Jiabao was very likely a “mole” planted by other competitors to keep an eye on her.

If this “mole” leaked the news of her meeting with Old Master Bai, the consequences would be catastrophic.

Because Old Master Bai’s biggest aversion was having his private life scrutinized by others.

Chen Yi was promoted by him, and she knew this better than anyone.

Old Master Bai operated based on principles and valued details.

If his private life were scrutinized by an interested party and used against him, it would be considered a failure on Chen Yi’s part.

Simultaneously, Chen Yi would lose her eligibility to compete for the presidency.

He Zhong’s back bent even lower, large beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead. He tightly gripped his suit pants, his expression twisted with tension, “Everyone except her… all of them are.”

Chen Yi gave him a cold look and got into the car.

The hem of the high-slit qipao slowly fell, vaguely revealing her slender and pale long legs.

Her voice was soft and gentle, yet filled with biting cold, “Your mother’s surgery is in the next few days, isn’t it?”

Chen Yi treated her subordinates well, but she was absolutely merciless if anyone made a mistake.

At this moment, she seemed like the Grim Reaper, wielding the power of life and death, her eyes emitting a faint, ghostly light.

He Zhong’s expression froze upon hearing this. Before he could think, he instantly fell to his knees.

His entire upper body was shaking, “Seventh Mistress, I… I was wrong!”

Chen Yi touched the excellent quality white jade bracelet on her wrist.

He Zhong immediately shut up.

The entire port was quiet, with only the sound of the wind.

Chen Yi raised her right hand, her index and middle fingers loosely bent, leaving a very small gap between the two fingers.

He Zhong stared intently at that small gap, his eyes quickly darting around.

Then, he pulled out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket and knelt over to the car door.

Chen Yi was expressionless, cold as ice.

He Zhong deftly placed the cigarette between Chen Yi’s fingers, then tremblingly cupped a flame for her.

Chen Yi took a puff unhurriedly, slowly exhaling two seconds later.

The silver white smoke curled around He Zhong’s face. He obediently inhaled the second hand smoke, not daring to move or utter a sound.

“You’ve been under too much pressure recently, and you’ve been distracted,” Chen Yi said, looking through her tinted sunglasses at the two girls walking farther away, “I’ve already spoken to the chief surgeon, so you don’t have to worry. However, you can’t make mistakes like this again.”

He Zhong nodded vigorously, sweat dripping onto his knees.

Chen Yi said no more and rolled up the car window.

The mole’s identity was not yet confirmed, so she couldn’t rashly condemn He Zhong.

Besides, He Zhong had worked for her for more than a decade and was a trustworthy person.

As the Bentley drove away, He Zhong finally stood up.

He beckoned to the man behind him, “You, immediately go and investigate the tall girl next to Miss Sun. Every single detail.”