The Wealthy Tycoon’s Game of Life

Chapter 41: Chapter 38 Descent into Degradation

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“Is there anything you don’t like?”

Zhou Wang started from the first outfit and kept asking, “How about this one? And this one?”

Jiang Mo was still a bit puzzled, and Zhou Wang didn’t give her any time to think. As soon as she shook her head, he immediately picked out that piece of clothing and continued to the next.

With such quick decision-making, the ones Jiang Mo excluded were indeed styles she didn’t much care for.

Very soon, Zhou Wang had already picked out five or six pieces from three racks. He looked at the remaining racks, which could probably make up seven or eight outfits, and he nodded in satisfaction.

“This seems about right.”

Then Zhou Wang turned to the luxury saleswomen, who had been bewildered the entire time, and said, “Except for the ones I took out, we’ll take the rest. Let’s settle the bill.”

“Okay, Mr. Zhou!”

The saleswomen were initially stunned. The saleswoman at the LV store reacted first, as if ice had thawed, and her face immediately lit up with the brightest smile.

With their professional composure, although surprised, they didn’t just stand there foolishly; instead, they quickly began removing tags and packing the clothes, striving to complete the large order as quickly as possible.

“Zhou Wang, I can’t wear that much, you…”

Jiang Mo, who had been frozen since Zhou Wang’s statement, “We’ll take the rest,” finally reacted, wanting to rush forward to stop him in a fluster.

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“Trust me!”

Having already wasted enough time, Zhou Wang didn’t want to continue arguing with her, so he interrupted her harshly.

Jiang Mo, as expected, fell silent.

Zhou Wang looked at her in surprise. Watching Jiang Mo stand quietly, Zhou Wang recalled a few details from yesterday and couldn’t help but stroke his chin.

Something’s off, this senior seems to have some kind of hidden attribute!

But Zhou Wang wasn’t too sure yet and needed to verify it further.

“Mr. Zhou, do you need these bags packed as well?”

By this time, the saleswomen had packed all the clothes and shoes, and only a few LV bags remained on the racks.

“Pack them all… Oh, right, those stockings too.”

Zhou Wang glanced out of the corner of his eye, realizing he’d missed a few pairs of stockings from Balenciaga, and quickly added.

Why don’t these saleswomen get the point?

He hadn’t specifically asked Jiang Mo because he was afraid she’d be embarrassed, but with Jiang Mo’s 177 height and perfect legs, not having these stockings on her would be a waste of a great asset!

Fortunately, Jiang Mo hadn’t gone down the “Benefit Girl” path; otherwise, the so-called “Leg Fairies” on those platforms would’ve all been out of a job.

That sleazy pawnshop owner’s intentions were suspect, but his eye was sharp.

Moreover, Zhou Wang had practical experience, knowing that Jiang Mo’s legs weren’t just visually appealing; they felt very nice too—soft and bouncy, warming in winter and cooling in summer, truly top-notch.

“Okay, okay…”

The saleswomen busied themselves again as Jiang Mo, blushing, hesitated but under Zhou Wang’s somewhat stern gaze, she still said nothing.

“Mr. Zhou, the total is 768,000.”

Bella was the one who finalized the bill with him, and all he needed to do was pay the hotel, which would in turn settle the bill with the respective brand stores individually.

Although she knew it wasn’t cheap, hearing the number made Jiang Mo’s heart skip a beat.

A 50,000 transfer wouldn’t shock her. To speak frankly, she knew the level of her looks and understood there were plenty willing to spend 50,000 on her as a sugar baby if she let them.

Her inability to resist Zhou Wang involved multiple complex factors; it wasn’t just a matter of money.

Yet seeing Zhou Wang spend 700,000 in an hour to buy her clothes once again struck her to her core.

No matter how confident she was, she couldn’t easily find a man willing to spend 700,000 on her. Besides, in her subconscious expectations, she always thought the 50,000 Zhou Wang transferred to her was supposed to be a monthly rate.

Because everyone perceives it that way — that kind of thing, isn’t it calculated monthly?

But Jiang Mo now realized she might be profoundly mistaken.

She looked at Zhou Wang, her gaze increasingly complex.

After Zhou Wang crushed her psychological defenses and forcibly turned their relationship into a transaction, any goodwill she had for Zhou Wang should’ve dissipated, yet she found herself continuously sinking deeper…

“Miss Jiang, should we store these clothes for you or…?”

Bella’s voice snapped Jiang Mo out of her trance. She realized that while she’d been lost in thought, Zhou Wang had already paid.

The female sales staff had already left, leaving only Bella and two other female attendants watching her inquisitively.

“Um… I’ll do it myself.”

Jiang Mo looked at all the clothes strewn across the entire lounge and quickly went over.

“Then we won’t disturb you. All the clothes are selected in your size as one-size-fits-all; it’s best if you try them all on later. If any don’t fit, I’ll handle the returns or exchanges for you.”

After Bella spoke, she left with her staff, leaving Jiang Mo carefully and somewhat joyfully tidying up. As for Zhou Wang… he stood there in a daze.

Because as Jiang Mo was dazzled by everything, the system’s constant “ding, ding, ding” never stopped, practically becoming a Christmas symphony.

Of course, the message was all the same:

[The material desires of the bound entity Jiang Mo have been satisfied, and Desire Consumption Gold has been issued.]

The text message alerts on his phone kept coming.

“CMB: Your account ending in 1111 received an income of RMB 188,000 on 07/05 at 10:26.”

“CMB: Your account ending in 1111 received an income of RMB 121,000 on 07/05 at 10:27.”

“CMB…”

Almost every time Jiang Mo checked an item of clothing, a Desire Gold would be credited.

Some as much as hundreds of thousands, the least being eighty to ninety thousand.

He’d just spent over 700,000, and in less than five minutes, it was all refunded. As Jiang Mo finished categorizing all the clothes and shoes, Zhou Wang took a glance at the banking app, and excluding his own money, the total amount of Desire Consumption Gold had reached 5 million, with an extra 30,000.

System, don’t be too ridiculous!

Why is Jiang Mo’s money so easy to earn, simply by buying and buying it keeps doubling, who’s really the Host here?

Internal complaints aside, Zhou Wang felt a bit troubled. This money seemed to have a trend of being inexhaustible!

“Zhou Wang…”

At this moment, Jiang Mo called out to him.

“Should we return these?”

Zhou Wang originally thought Jiang Mo was embarrassed again, only to find upon approaching that she was genuinely embarrassed.

The clothes she’d picked out separately were clearly ones she’d never tried before with a sexy style—cut-out tops, mini skirts, and scanty undergarments. Presumably, they’d slipped through the cracks while hanging on the racks, and Zhou Wang hadn’t noticed them.

“Keep them, don’t wear them outside.”

Zhou Wang’s implication was obvious. Jiang Mo was promptly silent again, but she didn’t oppose either.

Zhou Wang glanced at her. Her expression was still so intriguing, with a hint of struggle masked by calmness.

So Zhou Wang slowly approached her.

Jiang Mo’s heart raced, but after the events of last night, she couldn’t muster any intention to resist.

Seeing Jiang Mo close her eyes as if accepting her fate, Zhou Wang recalled his previous suspicion and wasn’t satisfied with just that.

He leaned in, speaking in a slightly commanding tone, softly into Jiang Mo’s ear, “Open your mouth, stick out your tongue…”

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