187: Chapter 187 Ferrari and Beautiful Woman

Chen Hao smiled, smoothing things over, and said as he got into the car,

"Everyone will have a chance, one by one. Zhao Di just arrived today, so I'll take her for a drive first. The next turn is yours."

He started the engine, turned the car around, and headed off.

Qian Zhaodi waved triumphantly at Zhuang Hua.

"Bye-bye!"

"Zhao Di, just you wait! I'm not done with you!"

Zhuang Hua was stamping her foot in anger, but it was no use. She could only watch the shadow of the red Ferrari disappear from sight.

"This is amazing!"

Qian Zhaodi stood up, spread her arms wide to face the wind, and cheered loudly.

"Can't you just sit still for a bit?" Chen Hao advised while driving.

"No way!"

In her excitement, she took off her off-the-shoulder T-shirt.

Underneath, she was only wearing a bustier. To be honest, her chest wasn't very large.

Chen Hao had noticed this during their first meeting.

Moreover, it seemed Qian Zhaodi really liked wearing bustiers, bandeau tops, and similar items. As long as a piece of cloth could wrap around her small chest, she could strip at any time or place.

"That's enough! Sit down and behave!" Chen Hao snapped, and Qian Zhaodi finally settled down.

"What's wrong? Haven't seen you for a few days, can't you let me be happy for a bit?"

"Driving safety. No matter how happy you are, you shouldn't be this reckless."

"Fine, fine, I'll listen to you. You're like an old nagging mother."

Qian Zhaodi reluctantly hugged her chest, pouting in a sulk.

However, after a short while, she started chattering again.

"I saw the PPT Hua Zai sent me. Are you really planning something this big?"

"Of course, I am. What's there to question?"

Qian Zhaodi asked again.

"Hiring over 100 Models is one thing, but you're even going to shoot a magazine for them, one issue per person? Are you keeping them just for your own amusement?"

Chen Hao smiled calmly.

"I plan to print ten thousand copies of every issue. If they don't sell domestically, we'll sell them in Europe and America. It's also advertising and promotion for the goddess token."

"That makes sense. What's the name of the periodical? Have you thought of it?"

"We'll call it 'goddess token.' Tying the periodical to the brand is the only way to achieve the advertising effect."

Qian Zhaodi got excited again.

"I realize your brain is very sharp. How did you come up with that idea?"

She started getting handsy with Chen Hao; she truly couldn't help herself. She felt Chen Hao had become much more handsome this time they met.

"I'm driving. Can you please stop fooling around?"

"I missed you! I'm so lonely, so isolated, so cold."

Chen Hao retorted.

"Wait until I finish this busy period, and I'll make sure you can't get out of bed for several days, okay?"

She flirtatiously rested her head on Chen Hao's shoulder.

"I heard from Zhuang Hua that you haven't let Zhang Menglu show her face for two days. Can she not get out of bed either?"

"Hmph, asking the obvious."

"I knew it."

Qian Zhaodi looked left and right. Seeing few cars on the highway, she raised the convertible top...

"Hey, what are you doing? Stop messing around~"

...On the road.

A Ferrari sped past in a blur. The truck driver glanced over and his eyes immediately widened.

"Rich people really know how to have fun!"

Under these circumstances, Chen Hao finally drove the Ferrari to the hotel where they were staying.

After parking, Qian Zhaodi wasn't in a hurry to get out. She took out a compact mirror to reapply her lipstick.

The hotel doorman quickly rushed over to open the car door for the lady. The moment Qian Zhaodi's riding boots touched the ground, it drew gasps from many passersby.

"A beautiful car and a beauty! How cool!"

Many people even took out their phones to record the moment the beauty stepped out of the car.

This scene also gave Chen Hao a significant inspiration. During the opening ceremony, when the Models made their entrance, they could actually do something like this to guarantee boosting the classiness up a notch.

Qian Zhaodi boldly linked her arm with Chen Hao's and whispered quietly,

"While they haven't come back yet, let's get a room first and finish the business we didn't complete earlier."

"You're certainly eager about this. You tortured me enough just now."

Chen Hao took her to get a room first. Zhuang Hua had handled the check-in process like a tour group, arranging a room with a large bed for Qian Zhaodi.

The two took the elevator upstairs. As soon as they entered the room, Qian Zhaodi impatiently took the initiative to pin Chen Hao against the wall and initiated a passionate kiss.

"Kiss me, hurry up!"

Their great battle erupted fiercely and ended fiercely.

Qian Zhaodi, with messy hair, went to the bathroom to take a shower and wash away the grime.

After Chen Hao got dressed, he picked up his phone and saw that his WeChat was full of messages from Zhuang Hua.

"We've arrived and are checking in. Where are you two?"

"Hey, when did you two get together?"

"Can you ask her to be quieter!"

"I give up! When are you two going to finish!"

Chen Hao paused and instinctively looked toward the door.

"Zhuang Hua isn't outside eavesdropping, is she?"

He quickly went to open the door and saw Zhuang Hua staring at him with eyes burning with rage. She shoved him aside and burst into the room, yelling at Qian Zhaodi, who was showering in the bathroom.

"Are you sick? Do you want the entire hotel to hear you?"

Qian Zhaodi talked back while showering.

"Ask him! Besides, what would an old maid like you know?!"

"You!"

Zhuang Hua was so angry her chest heaved up and down. Finally, she gritted her teeth, stomped her foot, and angrily walked into the room, plopping down on the sofa, hugging her arms, and sulking.

Chen Hao found this situation somewhat hard to control, feeling a bit awkward.

But then he thought about it: both women claimed they wanted to be his mistress. Since they weren't his legal wife, what did it matter if they ran into each other?

Having figured that out, Chen Hao tried to make conversation.

"Is the team all checked in?"

Zhuang Hua replied crossly.

"Are we supposed to wait for you two scoundrels to finish your business?"

Chen Hao continued trying to find a topic.

"Why don't you go arrange dinner first? When she finishes showering, the two of us will join you?"

"I give up!"

Zhuang Hua stomped out of the room angrily. As she passed the bathroom, she shot a fierce glare at Qian Zhaodi, who was showering.

"Bang"

Once she left, the strange atmosphere in the room finally eased.

Qian Zhaodi turned off the showerhead and said while wiping her body,

"What wind blew her up today? You didn't take her down too, did you?"

"Um..."

Seeing Chen Hao's hesitant reply, Qian Zhaodi was stunned.

"You're amazing! You managed to take down even a stubborn woman like her. I underestimated you!"

Chen Hao tossed some clothes toward her.

"Hurry up and get dressed. We're going to eat, and after dinner, I'll take you both to the storefront and then scout the place for tomorrow's interviews."

Qian Zhaodi stopped messing around. Although there were some after-effects, it wasn't a major issue.

For dinner, they casually ate at the hotel's buffet restaurant. After the meal, the team of over 40 people collectively headed to the first storefront.

When preparing to leave, just as Qian Zhaodi was about to sit in the passenger seat of the Ferrari, she was yanked away by Zhuang Hua.

"It's my turn! You take your bus!"

Qian Zhaodi made a fist sign from behind but ultimately didn't strike for real.

Chen Hao was long accustomed to the bickering between the two Best Friends and was completely immune to it.