I overheard the conversation with Hu Yunli through William Lee.
I was relieved she seemed to be in conflict with Old Man Huang.
What pained me was that she was actually selling her body as so-called benefits for the company’s staff.
From her words I also learned that the women in her company seemed to have practiced the art of lovemaking—that incomplete technique that supposedly made women promiscuous.
After school my deskmate Wang Xiaocheng asked me to play video games, so I sent the driver away.
We crossed the street and saw a huge advertising banner by the road.
Wang Xiaocheng stared at the beauty on it and shouted, “Wow!
It’s Li Yuwei, my dream goddess!”
Of course I knew the Li Yuwei he meant.
She had debuted this year and exploded in popularity, hailed by young people as the new generation’s film-and-television goddess.
The poster used her sexy stills.
She was in costume, a white, transparent silk robe over a tight bodice that stopped just under her breasts, showing a slender waist and a sexy navel set with a blue gem.
A super-short skirt left her two long, fair legs bare.
Her hair was in a palace bun, long black strands falling smooth to her chest.
She held a silver longsword and struck a sexy pose, like a cool, noble fairy.
Fair, delicate skin and a heroic look made her alluring.
Wang Xiaocheng’s mouth watered.
He shouted, excited, “Yuwei, my goddess, I love you to death!”
I looked at the promo shots and thought she was only so-so.
Compared with my mother she fell short in beauty, temperament, charm, and figure.
If she could be called a goddess, my mother had to be a celestial.
His shouting was so loud it drew passersby.
Even I felt embarrassed.
I pulled him away fast and headed for the nearest arcade.
He stayed lost in the fantasy, looking like a lecher, until I had dragged him a good distance and he snapped out of it.
He looked at me, serious.
“I definitely have to watch Legend of the Snow Mountain, the movie my goddess is making.
Let’s go together.”
I nodded.
That was agreement.
We played at the arcade until nine.
When I got back to the villa, sure enough, Mom had not returned.
She had to still be busy with the exhibition tomorrow.
I washed up and went to bed early.
Tomorrow I needed to attach my consciousness to William Lee and watch the show.
I had to be rested.
The next morning I still did not see her.
Perhaps she had already left.
I had taken the day off on purpose so I could watch the exhibition properly.
I had seen models on a runway on TV.
I had never seen it in person.
I was determined to feast my eyes today.
As nine o’clock approached I used my divine sense and found William Lee standing on a high platform.
Then the host said, “Mr.
Li, your speech was excellent.
Now let’s welcome our beautiful models to the stage.
Please give them a round of applause!”
Clap clap clap.
Applause erupted through the whole hall.
The crowd was in a frenzy.
I was taken aback.
Thank goodness William Lee had already finished speaking.
It would have been awkward if I had had to do it.
Flashbulbs went off one after another.
Stylish, beautiful models, tall, long-legged, swayed their hips and walked in a straight line onto the catwalk.
Some wore sexy bikinis.
Others wore only revealing bras and thongs.
Their long, beautiful legs wore stockings of every style.
Colorful gemstone necklaces.
Beautiful earrings.
They moved around the stage showing off those charming figures and drew countless reporters to mash the shutters.
William Lee’s designs for women’s erotic costumes were extraordinary and quickly pulled applause and praise.
Everything aimed at showing a woman’s figure and sexy charm—alluring stockings, extremely revealing thongs and bras—and it drove the men in the seats wild.
Screams and whistles rose and fell.
The heat in the hall climbed.
When Mom appeared, a roar of cheers went up.
I was quite surprised she would make a grand entrance last.
Why would a beautiful, dignified CEO need to expose her body and let these filthy men feast their eyes?
To my relief she was not dressed too revealing.
A short, narrow black blazer over a red shirt.
Long blonde hair down her back.
A short bodycon skirt that showed off those full, rounded hips.
Sheer stockings.
Sexy red heels.
That curvaceous figure was as alluring as a devil.
Her makeup was heavy.
Glossy black eyeshadow.
Bright lipstick.
Exquisite foundation.
Incredibly captivating.
A pair of long, straight legs strode across the stage with confidence.
The heels clicked in rhythm.
Combined with that aloof manner and dominating gaze she threw off an aura of power.
Blonde hair fluttered as she moved.
A subtle fragrance drifted from far off.
A reporter beside me exclaimed, “That figure is absolutely stunning.
She’s so beautiful!”
The man next to him said, “Her aura is like a beautiful witch.
She has to have a nine-head figure.
If I walked next to her I probably couldn’t lift my head.”
I looked back.
The guy was only about a hundred and seventy centimeters.
Next to my mother in heels he would be a head shorter.
No wonder he said that.
Under the lights her upright figure was incredibly captivating.
That cool, beautiful, dominating presence made a person feel small.
She was perfect from head to toe.
What allured most were those long, slender, straight stockinged legs.
It was as if half her essence sat in those two beautiful limbs.
She made a stunning entrance and instantly held everyone there.
Even the women threw her envious, jealous looks.
The exhibition was a great success.
Lantian Group’s reputation would rise a level, which was good news for the IPO.
I thought it was not only the company that would become famous.
My mother would definitely land on the front of fashion magazines and become a cover girl.
If men saw those beautiful photos of her, they would probably reject the so-called female celebrities.
Afterward company executives gave each reporter a red envelope, and the exhibition officially ended. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
I was about to pull my consciousness back when I saw my mother walk backstage.
I wondered if she had something else to do.
Unable to resist, I urged William Lee’s body forward and followed quietly.
There was another T-shaped stage there, much smaller than the last.
Colorful spotlights lit it.
A dozen men in designer clothes sat on it.
Three sat at the front.
One was a fat man with a big belly.
One was a handsome middle-aged man.
The other was a sleazy old man.
A scantily clad woman was buried in the old man’s arms.
When she turned I was shocked.
Wasn’t this Li Yuwei, the movie goddess Wang Xiaocheng was madly in love with?
How could she be with a lousy old man like that?
Li Yuwei lay on him like a docile golden cat, gently kissing that balding head and wrinkled face with her fragrant lips.
I could even hear her cooing, “President Huang… Godfather… when are you going to introduce me to Director Li?
I heard his New Year blockbuster Chrysanthemum Terrace is about to start filming.
I want to be the female lead!”
General Manager Huang?
Could he be Huang Erlang’s grandfather, Huang San?
Huang San grinned, lewd, showing a set of uneven yellow teeth.
“Little slut, if you want to star in Chrysanthemum Terrace, that’s easy.
Hehe… just offer your little chrysanthemum to Zhang Yimou.
He’s into that kind of thing.”
“No… no.
My daughter’s little chrysanthemum is only for Daddy to play with.
No other men can!”
Li Yuwei grabbed his arm with both hands and shook it, calling out in a seductive voice.
I frowned as I listened.
If Wang Xiaocheng saw his crush acting coquettish in front of a lousy old man, he would probably be so angry he would vomit blood.
Huang San nodded, satisfied, still lewd.
“Little bitch, you’re loyal.
I’ve already talked to Zhang Yimou.
If you spend one night with him, he’ll give you the lead.”
Joy lit her eyes.
Then she immediately put on a wronged look and said, coquettish, “Bad Daddy.
You only know how to make your daughter accompany other men.
I won’t stand for it!”
Huang San stroked her long hair and soothed her.
“Zhang Yimou is a big name.
Even though I’m an investor I can’t force him.
His usual actress was Zhang Yi.
I had to use a lot of persuasion to get him to agree to replace her with you.
You know he’s a lecherous old man.
If you don’t give him some sweetener, how can he possibly replace his old flame?”
Li Yuwei nodded, looked at him with gratitude, and said, sweet, “Godfather, you’re so good!”
Then she bent down, ignoring everyone present, unzipped Huang San’s pants, took out that huge old cock, opened her sexy red lips, slowly swallowed it into her mouth, and gently licked and sucked.
I cursed her inwardly as a slut.
But Li Yuwei truly lived up to the actress reputation.
Those ever-changing, vivid expressions came so easily.
Her acting had to be exceptional.