Becoming a Billionaire after Divorce-Chapter 682 - 248: Tian Xiwei’s High Spirits

Just like Zhao Ruilong said: There’s no such thing as corrupt officials; it’s just a struggle among you.

How could such a thing happen in my company, Sun Dasheng?

That’s indeed the case.

Because there’s no one else in the whole company who can challenge him.

Where’s the struggle coming from?

"Alright, master, no matter what you think, your beloved apprentice will be the sharpest knife in your hand, cutting down those deadbeats in the company for you."

Ouyang Jiani said while patting her chest.

"Enough, it’s not as complicated as you think. Just do your job in the supervision department well, and that’s the biggest contribution to me as your master." Sun Dasheng irritably hung up the phone.

...

Hengdian.

Five-star hotel.

At the hotel entrance, the manager led a team of staff to welcome them.

Sun Dasheng walked in expressionlessly amidst the flattering voices.

Walking beside him, his bodyguard Da Yong quietly said, "Our own hotel is still the warmest, President Sun, are you not going to say a few words to them?"

"Forget it, let them disperse. Just do their jobs well, no need for these pretenses. I’m just here to pick up a few people and will be leaving soon."

"Got it, President Sun." Da Yong followed the instructions to pass on the message.

Not long after, the hotel lobby fell silent as everyone went about their own business.

Only some people checking into the hotel were still discussing it.

"Who is this big shot? So prominent?"

"Don’t you all know him? He’s the behind-the-scenes king of Hengdian."

"Wow? Really fake?"

"Real, your head! Can’t you talk properly? Of course, it’s true."

"Hehe... I just googled it, he’s the behind-the-scenes boss of the hottest Star Point Media in Hengdian now."

"Wow, he’s the behind-the-scenes boss of Star Point Media, so young and wealthy. I didn’t expect such a big company’s boss to be so young and handsome. If only he were my boyfriend."

"Pooh! Keep dreaming. Not to mention us, the supporting roles struggling in Hengdian, even those first- and second-tier actresses wouldn’t bother with him, okay?"

"Really? For such a big boss, especially from an entertainment company, isn’t it expected to have a few starlets as lovers? And looking so handsome, if I were those first- and second-tier actresses, I’d be willing."

...

Hearing the voices of those actresses in the lobby, Sun Dasheng wasn’t surprised.

After all, this is Hengdian, the home of actors, so some gossip you hear here not elsewhere is quite normal.

And the actresses here, whether top stars or small supporting roles or newbie extras, all have a desire for progress.

Don’t doubt their determination to improve, just slightly overshadowed by Mr. Qi Qi Tongwei.

So, the weird little rumors are countless.

"President Sun, should I ask the lobby manager to drive them all out?" Da Yong suggested.

Sun Dasheng waved his hand, "No need, let them talk. You can’t block the gossip of the world. Anyway, these words spoken in private won’t affect me."

Presidential suite.

As soon as he finished showering, the doorbell rang.

It turned out to be Tian Xiwei upon hearing he came over.

She snuck in fully armed, as soon as the door opened, she slipped in like a thief and closed the door behind her.

"What are you doing?" Sun Dasheng asked with a smile, draped in a bathrobe.

Tian Xiwei took off her mask, sunglasses, and baseball cap, grumbled slightly, "It’s because you haven’t come to see me; I missed you."

"How did you know I came over? I don’t recall telling you." Sun Dasheng suspected he had an inside informant.

Tian Xiwei didn’t hide it, sat on the sofa grinning, and stroked her sweat-dampened hair, saying, "No need to guess, the hotel receptionist is a close friend of mine, she told me secretly."

After saying this, she quickly added, "You can’t fire her, I promised her."

"And your news, she only tells me, won’t spread it outside, I vouch for it with my reputation."

Seeing her swear with such an adorable gesture.

Sun Dasheng had no intention of arguing with her, walked over and lifted her light body up, "If you want to see me, just send me a message openly. I won’t ignore you. Let this be a lesson."

"Okay, oh dear, stop..." Tian Xiwei crossed her arms, looking bashful.

Sun Dasheng immediately halted his actions, hesitatingly asking, "You’re not having that time of the month and still came to see me, right?"

After speaking, he realized his words might be inappropriate and quickly added, "I didn’t mean anything else, just when your monthly visitor comes, it’s better to stay home and rest instead of running around if you’re not feeling well."

Hearing Sun Dasheng’s poor excuse, Tian Xiwei pinched his waist, relieved, "Seeing me, the only thing you think about is that, huh."

"Ouch." Sun Dasheng cooperated with her, pretending to be in pain, and begged, "You’re misunderstanding me, it’s not like that."

Of course, this is something that’s impossible to admit.

While men often have these risque thoughts when they think of women.

But is this something one admits to?

Not possible, you know.

"I came here all bundled up, sweating all over, I’m going to take a shower, by the way, do you have any clothes for me to change into here?"

Tian Xiwei hopped off him and headed towards the bathroom.

"Sorry, no." Sun Dasheng tried to tease her.

But Tian Xiwei was no pushover, "Humph! You like to bully me, isn’t it true that you’ve even bought this entire five-star hotel? Just a wiggle of your finger and the manager below would scamper to buy for you, even if this hotel isn’t related to you, a presidential suite in a five-star hotel has a whole set of services, whatever you want, the manager would still thoughtfully handle it for you."

"Wow, hasn’t it been long since we last met, you’ve gained quite the insight."

Sun Dasheng’s praise was genuine.

The little girl didn’t have this insight before.

Even though she earned quite a bit in Showbiz, she still couldn’t afford a presidential suite.

"Hehe, of course, it’s all thanks to you. Without your special VIP hotel card, how could I treat a presidential suite as a daily expense?"

Tian Xiwei turned at the bathroom door, suddenly gave Sun Dasheng, who was following her, a passionate kiss.

They parted, she walked inside, and as she closed the door, she giggled, "Hurry up and get the clothes ready for me, didn’t you say you liked uniforms? Today, I can reward you by wearing one."

Oh?

Talking about this, I’m suddenly no longer tired.

Sun Dasheng became invigorated immediately.

"What kind of uniform do you want?"

"Hehe, can I decide this? This uniform is for you to look at, you decide what you like, with my great figure, I can wear anything."

Tian Xiwei reclined in the comfortable bathtub, smiling gently.

Heh... Men, easily toyed with.

Her ears were sharp, she could hear someone’s phone outside constantly ringing.

It must be that other vixens got the news, too bad... hehe... who told this girl to plan ahead, getting the priority thanks to location.

Humph!

You vixens can all wait to drink my foot bath water.

The schemes inside, Sun Dasheng didn’t notice.

After all, other women can be coaxed, simply reschedule with them and offer a few new roles to charm them settled.

After all, the purpose of their calls isn’t anything other than gaining better resources.

Once the goal is reached, they naturally become quiet.

These women are just fleeting romances with Sun Dasheng; important or not, it’s only when the mood strikes to party together.

Of course, necessary health check reports must be there.

Otherwise, if something really happens, it would be deeply regrettable.

You should know, these actresses are not trustworthy.

He doesn’t want to place his safety in those actresses’ hands.

This is also why he rarely has long-term ’friendships’ with these actresses.

Except for that clever ’Boss Yang.’

She went straight to third base, giving him a grand surprise.

Currently still at home nursing the pregnancy.

Online, there’s speculation as to why this hardworking celebrity hasn’t appeared for so long, along with nameless paparazzi revealing she’s pregnant with a bigwig’s child, resting at home.

But such things lack solid evidence, inevitably coming to nothing.