67: Chapter 66 Four Goddesses

The night breeze of Shenzhen carried a touch of the warmth unique to the south, blowing through the luxurious landscaped gardens of Yunduan No. 1 Apartment.

Qian Mengsheng sat on a bench by the artificial lake, her arms wrapped around her knees.

She did not go upstairs.

In this top-tier residential complex where every inch of land was worth gold, the environment was quiet, yet her mind was still filled with the scene she had witnessed a few hours ago in the exit passageway of the mall's cinema.

The stain left by the brown milk tea splashing onto the carpet seemed to have also splashed onto her once-solid worldview.

That was Manager Chen Danni.

The devilish female boss of the Analysis Department at Zhisheng Finance, who usually wore rigid professional attire and had a gaze so sharp it could make new employees cry.

In the company, she was notorious for being stern and impervious to both soft and hard tactics.

Yet, this cold female boss, who had independence and singlehood engraved in her bones, was now wearing a tight leather skirt and black stockings, clinging to Zhang Qi's embrace like a boneless accessory.

Even the coquettish and dazed expression on her face was more intense than that of any woman skilled at playing games in nightclubs.

Qian Mengsheng looked up at the clouds in the night sky, tinged red by the city's neon lights.

"Does money really have such magic?"

She couldn't help but ask herself silently.

Her best friend, Su Ran, was a woman who wore her ambition on her face. She had extremely high standards and usually looked down on those rich second-generation heirs driving Mercedes and BMWs.

Yet, after witnessing Zhang Qi's financial power, she had unhesitatingly cast aside all her reserve and had now become the canary kept by Zhang Qi.

Now, even Manager Chen Danni had fallen.

And she had fallen even more thoroughly than Su Ran, abandoning even the most basic professional decorum.

And what about her?

Qian Mengsheng gave a bitter smile, her fingers unconsciously scratching at the wood grain of the bench.

She had to admit a fact. When Zhang Qi was still an ordinary worker, she just thought this senior was a nice person who worked diligently and was a friend worth knowing deeply.

At that time, she absolutely had no romantic thoughts about Zhang Qi.

But ever since the day Zhang Qi resigned, revealed his astonishing wealth, took her to eat Japanese cuisine costing over twenty thousand, casually gave her an LV bag worth over twenty thousand, and even bought this penthouse mansion in full, her perspective had shifted.

The scales in her heart had completely tipped.

She began to miss Zhang Qi uncontrollably, felt a bit jealous of Su Ran, and even when she saw Zhang Qi and Manager Chen Danni embracing, what welled up in her heart was an indescribable sourness and unwillingness.

What was this? Gold-digging?

Qian Mengsheng felt a bit ashamed. She had always prided herself on being a good girl who valued emotions over material goods. Yet, reality had slapped her hard in the face.

But as the night breeze blew by, her chaotic mind gradually calmed down.

In fact, there was no need to be ashamed at all.

Human beings naturally have the gene of admiring strength engraved in their bones. In ancient times, women would rely on the strongest men who were the best at hunting, because that represented a guarantee of survival.

And in modern society, wealth is the most intuitive standard to measure whether a man is strong.

Zhang Qi was not only rich now, but also decisive in spending money, with a calm aura. That sense of oppression in his every gesture, which felt like a dimensionality reduction attack, was a lethal poison to any woman.

The feelings she developed for the current Zhang Qi were not gold-digging at all, but a physiological instinct to submit to the strong.

Unfortunately, while she saw the pattern clearly, she failed to see her own situation. She used to be able to soberly advise Zhang Qi not to be a sycophant, but now that she was in the game herself, she was trapped in extreme internal conflict because she couldn't lose face or lower her pride.

The phone in her pocket vibrated.

The screen lit up; it was a WeChat message from Su Ran.

"Why haven't you come back yet? Did you get lost downstairs?"

Previously, the two had agreed that if Zhang Qi didn't come to spend the night at Yunduan No. 1, Qian Mengsheng would move in to keep her company.

The location here was excellent, and it was much more convenient for Qian Mengsheng to go to work at Zhisheng Finance.

Qian Mengsheng looked at the words on the screen, took a deep breath, stood up, patted the wrinkles on her skirt, and walked towards Building No. 1.

The elevator went straight to the twelfth floor.

Qian Mengsheng pushed open the door of the east-facing apartment.

The heating in the room was turned on high. Su Ran was wearing a silk camisole nightdress, sitting cross-legged on the large leather sofa, applying a facial mask.

Seeing Qian Mengsheng enter, Su Ran pointed to the fruit platter on the coffee table, her tone casual.

"The bathwater is ready. Go take a soak first to get rid of the chill."

Qian Mengsheng changed into slippers. Looking at Su Ran's radiant face, she opened her mouth, but ultimately swallowed the matter of seeing Manager Chen Danni at the cinema back into her stomach.

Su Ran was an extremely smart person; she could see the gloom in her best friend's eyes.

But she naturally assumed that Qian Mengsheng was still regretting missing out on Zhang Qi, this top-tier tycoon.

This kind of thing couldn't be persuaded; in the face of the huge temptation of class mobility, friendship had to take a backseat.

After washing up.

Qian Mengsheng lay down on the large Italian-style soft bed in the master bedroom.

Su Ran was already breathing evenly beside her.

Qian Mengsheng, however, kept her eyes open, staring at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep no matter what.

This bed was the place where Zhang Qi and Su Ran had rolled around wildly yesterday.

Even though the sheets were changed, the air seemed to still retain that aggressive male scent belonging to Zhang Qi.

She turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

Her brain uncontrollably started playing a movie.

She imagined Manager Chen Danni's cold, frosty face, and what kind of humiliated yet compliant expression she would show when facing Zhang Qi?

What kind of sounds would that female boss, who usually gave orders in the office, make when pinned under Zhang Qi?

...

The next morning.

Sunlight spilled into the master bedroom through the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows.

The two girls got up and washed up on time.

Su Ran was in a great mood today. She went shopping at the mall yesterday and bought quite a few clothes she usually couldn't bear to buy.

Today, she wore an autumn haute couture dress from Brunello Cucinelli.

The off-white cashmere material fit her figure perfectly, outlining her already tall and curvaceous body just right.

She had a pair of RV flat loafers on her feet, and she was casually carrying that expensive Hermès Birkin bag.

No heavy makeup was needed; this outfit alone, combined with her clear and rational temperament, already displayed a nobility not inferior to any socialite.

Su Ran adjusted her collar in the full-length mirror at the entrance.

She planned to go to the Porsche Center today to handle her resignation.

With Zhang Qi's monthly allowance of fifty thousand and this luxury mansion that would be transferred to her in five years as a foundation, she now felt full of confidence.

Qian Mengsheng stood to the side, looking at her radiant best friend, and couldn't help but feel a twinge of sourness in her heart.

She was still wearing that form-fitting knitted base shirt paired with a high-waisted hip-hugging skirt, with a light-colored trench coat on the outside. Although still young, beautiful, and very fashionable, she was clearly overshadowed by Su Ran's outfit, which cost over a hundred thousand.

"Let's go, I have to go to the company too." Qian Mengsheng hid the disappointment in her eyes and pushed open the security door.

The two walked out of the entrance one after the other.

Just then, the security door of the west-facing apartment across the corridor made a soft click.

The heavy door panel was pushed open.

Sun Yiyao walked out.

She was dressed extremely exquisitely today. She was wearing the Chanel early autumn set that Zhang Qi had bought for her at The MixC. The classic tweed jacket paired with a matching A-line skirt made her straight, well-proportioned legs extremely eye-catching.

The air in the corridor suddenly went quiet.

Three people, six eyes, met in the air.

Su Ran was stunned.

Sun Yiyao was also stunned.

Qian Mengsheng, who was following behind, was even more bewildered.

These days, it's not rare to run into a seven or eight-point beauty on the street. But a nine-point goddess who can make people's eyes light up, with flawless looks and figure, is definitely a scarce resource.

Yet now, in the corridor on the same floor of Yunduan No. 1, three of them had appeared at the same time.

A woman's radar is always the sharpest.

With just one glance, Su Ran and Sun Yiyao sensed the scent of their own kind from each other's outfits and temperament.

That texture built up by money, that charm in their eyes that couldn't be hidden, nurtured by a man—it was almost exactly the same.

"Hello."

Su Ran was the first to react. She was naturally generous and outgoing. Although she was surprised by the appearance of the top-notch beauty opposite her, she still displayed high social intelligence and took the initiative to wave and greet her.

"Hello."

Sun Yiyao politely curled her lips and returned a smile.

Since they would all be neighbors in the future, they naturally had to keep up appearances.

Qian Mengsheng stood behind Su Ran and nodded as well.

After a simple exchange of greetings, the atmosphere was somewhat subtly awkward. The three top-notch beauties, each with her own charm, withdrew their gazes and prepared to walk towards the elevator lobby together.

Click.

Just then, a crisp sound of a door opening rang out in the corridor again.

The footsteps of Su Ran, Sun Yiyao, and Qian Mengsheng paused simultaneously, and they all turned their heads to look in unison.

The sound came from Room 1202, which was the security door of the apartment in the middle of this floor.

The door was pulled open.

A girl wearing an oversized white T-shirt walked out.

The hem of the T-shirt was very long, creating the "bottoms-missing" look, revealing two long, dazzlingly white, beautiful legs. On her feet, she was shuffling in a pair of fluffy cartoon slippers.

Her hair was a bit messy, obviously just having crawled out of bed, and she even lazily opened her mouth to let out a big yawn.

But the moment they saw her face.

The pupils of the three women in the corridor contracted simultaneously.

This yawning girl was extremely tall, visually estimated to be at least 1.73 meters or more. What was most lethal was her skin, which was so white it looked like it had been soaked in milk, revealing a cold-toned texture.

Her facial features were extremely exquisite; even without makeup, there was a sense of cold, arrogant detachment in her eyes and eyebrows.

It was just that the lazy, sleepy look diluted this coldness a bit, adding a sense of contrast instead.

Such looks, such a figure.

It was actually another top-notch goddess, not inferior to any of the three of them in the slightest.

Lin Yuxi finished yawning, her eyelids barely half-open.

When she saw the three women standing in the corridor, her originally somewhat dazed brain instantly sobered up.

Her cold eyes widened slightly, sweeping across Su Ran's Brunello Cucinelli, Sun Yiyao's Chanel suit, and Qian Mengsheng's young and beautiful face.

Lin Yuxi couldn't help but have a few question marks pop up in her mind.

"What's the situation?"

She had only been staying at home for a few days without going out, so was there a beauty pageant being held in this corridor? Just two days ago, the east-facing and west-facing apartments were clearly still empty.

How, in the blink of an eye, did so many women who looked like fairies and were so rich suddenly pop up?