Hong Kong variety show: From being bitten by a cockroach to becoming a legend

Chapter 151 Sending C a Thousand Miles Away?

Song Zhaowen turned to look at her. Her champagne-colored dress shimmered under the dazzling lights, making her skin appear even whiter than snow, and her eyes exuded charm.

A slight stirring in his heart, he leaned close to her ear and whispered, his breath hot with the smell of alcohol, "So Wei, it's all because you brought me good luck. You're the one who brings me good fortune."

Huang Lei's cheeks flushed instantly, and she gave him a coquettish glare, but her heart was as sweet as if it had been filled with honey.

"Daddy, look at my sister! She's been completely bewitched!" The younger daughter, Huang Yin, teased Huang Tian, ​​pointing at Huang Lei and saying, "I don't think she wants to go home tonight."

Huang Tian laughed and ruffled his youngest daughter's hair: "Yinyin, don't talk nonsense. As long as she likes it and the other person is capable, I don't care."

Huang Tian started from scratch and didn't have the stubborn sectarianism of those established families; he only valued ability and character. Song Zhaowen's methods and demeanor tonight were impressive.

He saw all of this and admired it greatly.

To succeed in Hong Kong, you first need to be shameless, ruthless, and have a bottom line. This young man is ambitious, resourceful, knows the rules, and knows when to advance and retreat—a rare find.

Huang Yin stuck out her tongue, then looked at Song Zhaowen, who was shining brightly in the center of the crowd, and whispered, "But to be honest, this Mr. Song is quite handsome."

As night deepened, Huang Tian checked the time and whispered a few instructions to his assistant. A moment later, the assistant approached Huang Lei and respectfully said, "Miss, Master says it's getting late and we need to disembark and head home."

Huang Tian doesn't object to his daughter dating someone, but that doesn't mean he can just stand by and watch his eldest daughter stay overnight with someone.

To win Huang Lei's heart, one must marry her properly.

Huang Lei's smile froze instantly, a clear hint of disappointment and reluctance flashing in her eyes. She glanced at Song Zhaowen, who was talking to Situ Guang not far away, then at her father, bit her lip, and finally nodded obediently.

knew."

She walked over to Song Zhaowen and tugged at his sleeve. Song Zhaowen turned around and saw the longing and regret in her eyes, and understood.

"Are you leaving?" Song Zhaowen asked, his voice softening.

"Hmm... Daddy's going back now." Huang Lei lowered her head, her voice muffled. "Tonight... was so much fun. Thank you, Brother Zhaowen."

Seeing her girlish demeanor, Song Zhaowen's heart fluttered. If she stayed tonight, given the atmosphere and the budding romance between them, things might really progress naturally. But she was Huang Tian's daughter, a lady of a noble family, not one of those prostitutes who could be left to roam freely.

"I'll take you." Song Zhaowen put down his wine glass and naturally took her hand.

Huang Lei trembled slightly but did not break free, letting him lead her towards the VIP passage under the gazes of countless people, some envious and some ambiguous.

A cool night breeze blew by the dock. The Huang family's convoy was already waiting.

When Huang Tian saw Song Zhaowen personally escorting his daughter out, his eyes showed even greater approval.

"Mr. Huang, thank you for gracing us with your presence tonight," Song Zhaowen said politely to Huang Tian.

"Mr. Song, you're too kind. You've really broadened our horizons," Huang Tian said with a smile. He looked at his daughter's hand, which was tightly gripping Song Zhaowen's arm, and said gently, "A-Lei had a lot of fun tonight. Thank you for taking care of her."

"Of course," Song Zhaowen smiled.

Huang Lei let go of his hand, walked to her father's side, and couldn't help but look back at Song Zhaowen. The longing in her eyes was clear to everyone.

"Sis, let's go! Your eyes are going to pop out if you keep looking!" Huang Yin teased from the side.

Huang Lei blushed, spat at her sister, and then reluctantly got into the car.

The convoy slowly drove away from the dock. Song Zhaowen stood at the end of the scarlet carpet, watching the taillights disappear into the night, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag.

"Brother Wen, Situ Guang and the others inside want to have a few drinks with you," Xiao Zhuoxiao said in a low voice as he walked over.

This Situ Guang is a classic snob; he only associates with whoever is popular and rich.

Coincidentally, Song Zhaowen was also planning to get to know him better. He had so much cash on hand, and Situ Guang had land and permits. The two of them could cooperate to develop real estate and make a profit together.

Of course, in the end, whoever gets the biggest piece of meat depends on their own abilities.

"Let them drink first, I need to get some fresh air."

It was past 2 a.m. when I returned to the luxurious master bedroom on the top floor with its panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows. The party hadn't completely ended, but the noise had subsided. Only a few ambient lights were on in the room, and outside the window was the dark sea and the distant starlight, with the occasional light of a patrol speedboat gliding across the water.

Song Zhaowen took off his suit jacket, loosened his tie, poured himself a glass of ice water, and walked to the window.

Everything that happened tonight replayed in my mind like scenes from a movie: Chen Jincheng's defeat, Jiang Zhen's exit, the more than 400 million in revenue, Huang Lei's affectionate gaze—and Da Jun's unpredictable move.

He rubbed his temples. The victory wasn't entirely clean, but that's the way things are, that's reality. Jiang Zhen was right; the house always wins, and right now, he was the biggest house.

Just as his thoughts were drifting, there was a very slight "click" behind him.

Song Zhaowen's muscles tensed instantly. The extraordinary senses brought about by the cockroach mutation allowed him to clearly "hear" a light, feline-like footstep silently stepping into the room's carpet from the direction of the floor-to-ceiling window connecting to the terrace.

The person who could sneak into his top-floor master bedroom without anyone noticing, despite the "Star River's" layers of security and tight surveillance, was no ordinary person.

He slowly turned around.

In the dim light, a tall, graceful figure leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window. She had changed out of the black lace dress she wore at the casino and was now dressed in a tight-fitting black nightsuit that accentuated her breathtaking curves. Her face was bare of makeup, and in the dim light, she appeared aloof and refined—it was Zhuo Lan.

She was fiddling with a small, seemingly metal hair clip in her hand; it was clearly the one that had unlocked the window earlier.

"Good evening, Mr. Song."

Song Zhaowen leaned against the liquor cabinet by the window, swirling the iced water in his hand, his face showing no surprise: "Miss Zhuo, you're quite skilled. It seems my brothers and the cameras on my ship can't stop you."

"A mere trick, nothing compared to your 'backup plan,' Mr. Song. Especially that one-eyed friend of yours."

Song Zhaowen narrowed his eyes slightly: "Miss Zhuo's late-night visit, it wouldn't just be to praise my brother, would it?"

Zhuo Lan took a step forward, the dim light outlining the perfect profile of her face: "I'm here to pay off my debt."

"Pay back your debt?" Song Zhaowen raised an eyebrow. "I remember, I forgave your debt, but only made you withdraw from the competition."

"What you're waiving is gambling debt." Zhuo Lan took another step closer, only two or three meters away from Song Zhaowen, a very faint, cool fragrance emanating from her. "But I, Zhuo Lan, don't like owing favors, especially—such a big favor."

As she spoke, her fingers lightly rested on the zipper of her night clothes.

After saying that, Zhuo Lan turned to leave.

But Song Zhaowen grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back.

She then bumped into Song Zhaowen's arms.

"you...."

As Song Zhaowen's striking features drew closer, Zhuo Lan, despite being mentally prepared, remained as nervous as a rabbit.

Their eyes met, and Song Zhaowen suddenly laughed: "I'm not a conservative person. It would be a fool not to take advantage of a good deal! Especially since a beauty like you is throwing yourself at me. But I have a question for you: are you a virgin?"

It would be great to have a friendly competition with a beautiful woman, but what if she's very open-minded?

It's not good to carry plum blossoms on your person.

Song Zhaowen's question was too direct and explicit, causing Zhuo Lan to stiffen visibly for a moment, followed by a blush of embarrassment and anger flashing across her face. She tried to break free, but Song Zhaowen's hand held her shoulder firmly, preventing her from moving.

"You—shameless!" Zhuo Lan gritted her teeth and squeezed out the two words, her breathing becoming rapid.

"How is this shameless?" Song Zhaowen laughed instead, his fingers gently caressing the smooth, tight fabric of her nightgown, feeling the temperature and elasticity of her skin beneath. "I'm a businessman, I also care about 'quality' and 'risk,' right? Since you say you want to repay your debt, you have to let me know if the principal is clean."

Zhuo Lan's chest heaved violently, clearly indicating that she was extremely angry.

Several seconds passed before she managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion: "So what if I am? So what if I am not? Song Zhaowen, what do you take me for?!"

"What?" Song Zhaowen leaned close to her ear, his hot breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe. His voice was even lower, carrying an undeniable domineering tone: "Miss, you seem to have misunderstood something. You were the one who took the initiative~"

He paused, then lifted her chin with his fingers, forcing her to look him in the eye: "Answer me."

Zhuo Lan's body trembled slightly, whether from anger or something else, it was hard to tell.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and when she opened them again, she uttered a single word, her voice dry: "Yes! Are you satisfied now?"

Song Zhaowen raised an eyebrow. This answer was somewhat unexpected. Given Zhuo Lan's appearance, temperament, and the skills she had displayed...

Gambling skills, having spent years on the fringes of the glittering gambling world, are still—

"Why?" Song Zhaowen pressed, slightly loosening his grip but still maintaining control.

Zhuo Lan turned her face away, avoiding his eyes, her voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible weariness and stubbornness: "No reason."

Those stinky men are either incompetent, have filthy minds, or—they don't even deserve my attention.

7

"Song Zhaowen, do you think a woman like me should be promiscuous? Or are you afraid? Afraid that a 'clean' woman will cling to you?"

"Afraid?" Song Zhaowen scoffed, tightening his grip on her waist and pressing her tightly against his body. "The word 'fear' doesn't exist in my dictionary. I just think—it's a little regrettable."