Chapter 331 Just say what's on your mind, don't worry...

"An uninhibited gathering? Sleeping together under the same quilt?"

Upon hearing this, the women's faces instantly flushed red, like ripe apples.

They all coquettishly expressed their strong opposition:

"Pah! In your dreams!"

"Pervert! Lecher!"

"How could you even make such an excessive request!"

"This is extremely bad behavior! You'll corrupt the children!"

Jiang Jing raised an eyebrow and laughed: "Children? Where would there be children in this manor?"

Li Xue lifted her chin slightly, gesturing toward Lee Ji-yeon, who was quietly wiping a vase not far away.

She said: "Isn't little sister Ji-yeon right there? The young girl is innocent; don't you dare corrupt her."

The other women nodded in agreement.

They felt quite sympathetic toward Lee Ji-yeon, this girl who appeared weak, pitiful, and had a tragic background.

They usually took good care of her, truly treating her like a little sister in need of protection.

Upon hearing Li Xue's words, the smile on Jiang Jing's face became somewhat strange. He cast a fleeting, seemingly indifferent glance in Lee Ji-yeon's direction, his tone subtle: "Her?"

Li Xue nodded as if it were a matter of course, asking puzzled: "What's wrong? Isn't what I said correct?"

Jiang Jing shook his head and didn't say anything more.

He could clearly feel that throughout the evening, Lee Ji-yeon's gaze seemed to always inadvertently land on him.

During their few brief exchanges of glances just now, there seemed to be a little less of her usual timidity in her eyes, and a bit more of an indescribable complexity.

Even when he looked over, she would slightly turn her head, inadvertently showcasing her beautiful profile.

Although the movements were subtle and natural, how could they escape Jiang Jing's keen perception?

She seemed unable to hold back any longer...

Amidst the idle chatter and banter, time quietly slipped away.

Feeling that they had digested enough, Su Xiaoxiao, who was held in Jiang Jing's arms, began to quietly trace circles on his firm abdominal muscles with her restless little hands.

Her eyes were hazy, carrying a clear sense of provocation.

Jiang Jing, teased by her, felt a fire ignite in his heart and could no longer hold back.

He stood up abruptly, effortlessly hoisting the E-rank powerhouse Su Xiaoxiao onto his shoulder with one hand, while scooping up Li Xue, who let out a small cry, with the other.

"Since you beauties refuse to participate in the gathering openly, I'll just have to invite you personally!" Jiang Jing laughed heartily, and carrying the two women, he strode toward the master bedroom.

As he walked, he turned back and shouted to the remaining women: "The gathering begins now! Spots are limited, first come, first served, don't miss out!"

The remaining women—Zhou Wenying, Qin Shuang, Xinxin, and Li Ruonan—watched Jiang Jing's domineering back.

As well as the half-reluctant, blushing appearance of Li Xue and Su Xiaoxiao, their own hearts began to race, and their cheeks turned crimson.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with both shyness and a hint of eagerness.

Although they condemned Jiang Jing's "vile behavior" with their mouths, their bodies were very honest.

After hesitating for a moment, someone—it was unclear who—coughed lightly and found a lame excuse, saying, "I'll go see if they need any help," before lowering her head and following quickly.

With someone leading the way, the others followed suit, each finding excuses like "I'm going to get something to drink" or "I... I'm going to close the window," and one by one, with flushed faces, they silently walked upstairs.

Soon, the living room was empty, leaving only a faint, lingering fragrance in the air and the vaguely audible, blush-inducing laughter and coquettish sounds drifting from the direction of the master bedroom...

... (Many, many words omitted here)

The battle in the upstairs master bedroom didn't subside until late at night.

Jiang Jing, wrapped in a bath towel, walked down the stairs feeling refreshed, leaving behind several beauties who were too exhausted to even move a finger.

Only a few dim wall lamps were lit in the living room; Zhou Wanqin and Lin Hong had already returned to their respective rooms to rest.

However, before leaving, the looks they cast toward the master bedroom still carried a hint of speechlessness and hidden worry about their own future fates.

As for Lee Ji-yeon, she had also quietly returned to her guest room on the first floor at some point.

Jiang Jing walked over to the sofa and sat down, stretching comfortably, his bones making a slight cracking sound.

He picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip, his eyes looking exceptionally bright in the dim light.

He had deliberately made some noise while coming downstairs, just to see if that complex-minded maid would seize this opportunity to do something.

Sure enough, within a few minutes, a very slight sound of footsteps came from the side.

Jiang Jing looked up and saw Lee Ji-yeon standing at the entrance of the living room, wearing a silk, pale pink nightgown, looking timid.

The soft light outlined her graceful figure, and her pure, beautiful face—resembling Chae Soo-bin—carried just the right amount of hesitation and unease, her eyes like those of a frightened deer, making her look pitiful and endearing.

Jiang Jing sighed inwardly once again: You can disbelieve the character of South Korean chaebols, but you must trust their eye for talent!

This "gift," carefully selected to carry out a honey trap, was top-tier in terms of appearance, figure, and the atmosphere she had created at this moment.

He wore a gentle smile and took the initiative to break the silence: "Oh, it's Ji-yeon. You haven't rested yet this late? Are you getting used to it here?"

Lee Ji-yeon seemed startled by his voice, her body trembling slightly.

She carefully took a few steps forward, her hands nervously crossed in front of her, and replied softly in her unique voice, which carried a hint of a delicate nasal tone:

"I... I'm used to it, Oppa Jiang Jing. I'm very happy here. Sister Li Xue, Sister Wen Ying, and the others are all very good to me, and I'm very grateful."

Her answer was flawless, her posture kept extremely low, presenting a completely grateful and obedient appearance.

Jiang Jing nodded with a smile and didn't continue to press her; he simply leaned back on the sofa, composed, and quietly waited for what she would say next.

He knew that the fox's tail was about to show.

Her choosing to appear at this time meant she must have already thought of her excuse and plan.

Sure enough, Lee Ji-yeon stood there, head slightly bowed, her pearly teeth gently biting her lower lip, looking as if she had something to say but was holding back, appearing to be in immense inner turmoil.

That acting skill—if she were to enter the entertainment industry, winning a Best Actress award probably wouldn't be a problem.

Jiang Jing "thoughtfully" gave her an opening, saying in a gentle tone: "If you have anything to say, just say it. Don't be afraid; no one here will make things difficult for you."

Hearing this, Lee Ji-yeon seemed to receive tremendous encouragement. She raised her head, and there seemed to be tears shimmering in her eyes.