164: Madam, please respect yourself.

Li Qingshu and her mother, Ms. Zhao, lived in Gubei No. 1.

Gao Ze remembered very clearly that he had seen Ms. Zhao just yesterday; she was a charming woman, exuding the aura of a ripe peach.

"No problem, let's meet there."

The intelligence system had reported that Ms. Zhao's beauty salon was facing inspections from fire, public security, and other departments, and she wanted his help. This was naturally not a problem for him.

Li Qingshu had always helped him manage Holy Light Investment Company; she was his right-hand woman, and he would lend a hand with any help he could provide.

"My mom wants to discuss some things at your place. Which floor do you live on?"

A beautiful mature woman coming to his place in the middle of the night, her intention surely wasn't just to ask him for help, was it? Gao Ze: "..."

"Nineteenth floor."

After thinking about it, he agreed. Gao Ze wanted to see what Ms. Zhao's true intentions were.

"Our home is on the eighteenth floor, only one floor apart, so close!"

"Mr. Gao, our Sheep A Sheep game has undergone extensive traffic promotion. Today's top-up amount has already exceeded nine million, and I estimate that tomorrow the Sheep A Sheep game's top-ups might explode, possibly reaching over ten million, or even twenty million."

"It's not 'might explode,' it's 'will undoubtedly explode.' The final revenue will definitely exceed one hundred million. All of this is your achievement."

"..."

Looking at the text and emojis on WeChat, Li Qingshu held her phone, giggling foolishly. Being able to talk to Gao Ze always made her happy.

Moreover, Gao Ze was on the nineteenth floor, and she was on the eighteenth, as if she could reach him just by looking up.

"Are you that happy chatting with that Gao Ze?"

"You're laughing just holding your phone, are you still not in love with him?"

Ms. Zhao appeared behind her daughter, Li Qingshu, wearing a light purple qipao. Her full figure made the qipao very tight, clinging to her skin, perfectly outlining her alluring curves.

"Of course not!"

Li Qingshu pouted and said, "Mr. Gao has already agreed. He's on the nineteenth floor, above us."

"What a coincidence!" A slight smile appeared on Ms. Zhao's crimson lips. "Aren't you going?"

"No, I have no reason to go in!"

Li Qingshu got up from the sofa with her phone and walked back to her bedroom. Her beautiful eyes scanned her mother's clothes and figure up and down, then she said, "Mom, I'm telling you, besides the beauty salon matter, don't mess around!"

"Mess around" had two meanings.

The first was not to interfere with her and Gao Ze's relationship.

The second was the literal meaning, because her mother, Ms. Zhao, was not someone to be trifled with. She had many tricks up her sleeve to seduce her billionaire father back in the day.

Ms. Zhao chuckled softly, not responding. She had specifically worn a qipao to see Gao Ze; how could it be that simple?

Probing Gao Ze's background and depth, and testing whether his character could withstand scrutiny, were all very meaningful and necessary.

Arriving on the nineteenth floor, she gently pressed the doorbell. Soon, a handsome young face appeared at the door.

"Mr. Gao, we meet again!"

The gentle breeze in the hallway rustled the hem of her qipao, revealing her fair, plump long legs, and a faint, warm fragrance drifted with the breeze.

Gao Ze glanced at her. How could Li Qingshu allow her mother to come to a man's home so late wearing a qipao?

Was she trying to test him?

Who was she looking down on? Which official couldn't resist a qipao?

"Yes, Aunt Zhao, please come in!"

Leading Ms. Zhao into the large flat, Gao Ze originally intended to talk on the sofa, but upon entering the room, Ms. Zhao didn't even sit on the sofa. She took light steps, lingering and looking around the living room, as if admiring the design aesthetics of the interior.

It had to be said.

The design and decoration that Gao Ze wasn't particularly fond of appeared beautiful and exquisite in Ms. Zhao's eyes. A slight smile played on her lips, and her eyes sparkled.

The exquisite embroidery on her qipao, combined with her fair skin and the dazzling night view behind the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, created a captivating scene, as if transcending time and returning to that era of unparalleled elegance, making one fall under her spell.

"Your large flat is beautifully decorated, and the design has many clever touches."

After admiring and appreciating it, Ms. Zhao slowly turned her gaze to Gao Ze.

"I don't understand much about it, Aunt Zhao. If you think it's beautiful, that's all that matters."

Gao Ze didn't want to beat around the bush and went straight to the point: "Aunt Zhao, please sit. Would you like anything to drink?"

"I don't drink beverages. Do you have any fruit?"

Ms. Zhao's crimson lips parted slightly: "Like bananas, grapes?"

What was this woman up to? She couldn't possibly be interested in him.

Ms. Zhao surely knew that her daughter, Li Qingshu, had a crush on him.

"I'll check the fridge!"

Gao Ze took out a plate of apples from the fridge. It wasn't that there were no bananas in the fridge; he just couldn't bring her those to perform the trick of peeling and eating bananas.

However, he still underestimated this Aunt Zhao.

"Apples are fine too, I love eating them!"

Opening her alluring crimson lips, Ms. Zhao elegantly ate the apple bite by bite. Suddenly, her arm brushed against the vase on the coffee table, and the vase rolled onto the floor.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was so clumsy!"

Ms. Zhao showed an apologetic smile, moved her body, faced Gao Ze, and bent down to pick up the vase.

Whoosh—

As she picked up the vase, a sigh of relief escaped her lips, but a button on the upper part of her qipao couldn't withstand the pressure of her ample bosom and suddenly popped open.

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