"Flame Dragon... um~~"
Mao Xia was speechless from the kiss and couldn't back away. Moreover, Xiang Yanlong's kiss was electrifying, so Mao Xia knew she could only wrap her arms around his neck and stand on tiptoe to meet him.
Xiang Yanlong seemed to know her very well. With people coming and going in the passageway, he led her down the stairs and, in front of so many people, touched her all over, making Mao Xia feel completely comfortable.
This thrill made Mao Xia's head spin; she wished she could immediately fall at Xiang Yanlong's feet.
Despite his wicked nature and roguish charm, Xiang Yanlong knew when to stop. He slipped his hand out from under Mao Xia's tank top, glanced at her rosy cheek, lit a cigarette, blew a smoke ring at her, and said in a roguish tone:
"I'll let you off the hook today, so you don't think I'm interested in you and that I was thinking of sleeping with you the first time we met!"
Mao Xia said in a coquettish voice, "Who wants to be with you?"
"Not going with me? Fine, I'll leave now!" Xiang Yanlong made a move to leave, but Mao Xia pulled him back.
There was no way around it; Mao Xia just liked his vibe—bad boyish, roguish, yet rich and generous. What woman doesn't like a man who's generous to her?
Xiang Yanlong could have easily slept with her, but he was afraid she would overthink things, so he decided to let her go. Mao Xia felt a sweet warmth in her heart.
"So I'm really leaving?" Mao Xia asked reluctantly.
"Let's go! I'll pick you up for dinner tomorrow. Remember to dress sexy, I like that kind of thing," Xiang Yanlong said with a wicked grin.
Mao Xia was completely under his control. When she returned home that night, her face was flushed, and she had the radiant glow that only a woman in love could have.
While watching TV, Zhou Chufei secretly glanced at her and said, "Sis, you seem especially happy today. Did something happen?"
Mao Xia couldn't wait to share her good fortune with others. She had no friends in Hong Kong, was of a different generation than Zhou Jian'an, and only occasionally spoke to Zhou Chufei.
"Chu Fei, do you think my mom would be happy for me if my sister really married a rich man?"
Zhou Chufei feigned surprise, "Sis, you met someone rich? Tell me quickly, people say there are many wealthy young men in Hong Kong who drive sports cars, wear expensive watches, and are extremely generous. Is the one you met like that?"
Mao Xia was still young, and there was a hint of boasting in her voice. She was quite proud, "The person I met today is just as you said. He's incredibly rich and willing to spend money on me. One meal cost four or five thousand!"
"So expensive!"
"Yes, that's why people say the rich are from a different world than us. The cars they drive, the watches they wear, their clothes, food, housing, and transportation are all top-notch. I heard that his dad even has a private jet! He often travels all over the world on his dad's private jet! He's even had dinner with the president of the United States. Can you imagine how rich he is!"
Zhou Chufei blinked. "This kind of person must have at least tens of billions in assets, right?"
“He told me the name of his family’s company. I’ll ask my uncle to find out how much his family’s company is worth. That way, I can be sure if he’s really a rich kid.”
Mao Xia isn't stupid. Even if Xiang Yanlong really wanted to sleep with her today, she wouldn't agree. Sports cars and watches can be faked, but identities can't!
She wanted to find out about Xiang Yanlong's family background and see if his company was really worth billions as he claimed, before deciding whether to date him.
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