I gradually calmed down. Although Princess Sophie's "praise" made me feel somewhat uncomfortable—after all, we had just slept together, and she was comparing my performance in bed to that of other men. Such a comparison would make any man uncomfortable.
But I immediately felt relieved.
She is a Western woman, and judging from her behavior just now, she is clearly very experienced; most Western girls are like that.
Anyway, she's not my woman... What happened just now was nothing more than a fling. Given the time, place, and special circumstances, we simply satisfied each other physically.
It was obvious that she was in a bad mood and needed to vent... and I, being angry at her, also needed to vent because I hadn't been with a woman in a long time.
That's all.
I sat up without saying a word, took off my shirt which she had already torn, and pulled out a cigarette from inside... I guess that's what they call a post-coital cigarette.
Sophie sat up, pressing her body tightly against my back. I could feel her full, soft breasts against my back. Then her arm wrapped around my neck, one hand gently tracing the fingers of my chest, while the other hand took the cigarette from my mouth. She took the cigarette and took a drag herself.
"Honey, your muscles are amazing. Do you usually work out?"
"Hmm." I didn't say anything, and started thinking about another question.
After venting my frustrations and clearing my head, I calmed down and started thinking about the woman's identity.
She is Princess Sophie, Mr. Thorin's daughter!
Sophie giggled a few times, then suddenly turned my head sharply and looked at me seriously: "I have to tell you something first... I know that you Easterners, especially Chinese people, still have very... but I must make it clear to you that I will not take responsibility for what happened just now! Do you understand?"
I paused for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh.
What kind of situation is this?
After a man and a woman have sex, the woman says to the man, "I will not betray you!"
Sophie and I exchanged a glance and gave each other a complicated smile.
I understand now, it was all just an act.
I checked the time and felt a little uneasy... According to the time, the charity gala should be more than halfway over by now! But my phone didn't ring at all; neither Eighth Master nor Tiger answered my calls.
Sophie, however, was already lazily getting dressed. I had torn her coat, but she simply draped it over herself without buttoning it up. She just lazily tied a knot.
I must admit, this woman possessed a strange charm. When she quieted down, her beautiful, deep blue eyes were incredibly deceptive! They made her look like a pure and innocent girl, almost like an angel.
But when she gets wild... she'll be the perfect partner in bed! At that moment, she's a devil! A seductress!!
"Should we go back to the conference room at the hotel?" I asked her.
Sophie thought for a moment and said, "No need. My father has never interfered in my private life."
“But I have to go back.” I glanced at her.
“Okay.” Sophie tilted her head and thought for a moment. “But you have to find a place to change your clothes first… You don’t want to go back to the venue dressed like this, do you?” After saying that, she smiled and pointed to my torn shirt. “I’ll take you somewhere. You can change your clothes there.”
I felt no burden whatsoever. Since everyone had made it clear that this was just a one-night stand, or rather, just a casual fling, neither of us felt any pressure. After all, there are significant cultural differences between the West and the East… and although I am an Easterner, the places I've lived in over the years haven't been places that emphasize chastity.
We drove back to the Hilton Hotel. However, instead of going to the banquet hall, we took the VIP elevator directly to a luxury suite on the top floor.
“I’ll be staying here for the next few days.” After we entered, Sophie smiled and pulled me inside. She was still barefoot. Then she made a phone call and asked the hotel to send in two new shirts.
Then Sophie took a bottle of wine from the cabinet, gently bit off the cork with her teeth, and while looking at me with seductive eyes, she carefully took off her top, then deliberately turned slowly in front of me. She bent down and took off her skirt…
When she turned her back to me and bent over to take off her skirt, the girl's perfect hip curves made my blood boil...
Then, Sophie, wearing only a bra and panties, slowly walked up to me with a bottle of wine in her hand. Her waist swayed gently, making me dizzy.
Her eyes held a seductive quality as she gently pushed me down onto the bed.
Although I've already vented once, I still have no reason to refuse the temptation of such a stunningly beautiful woman.
She slowly knelt on top of me, then leaned down, sticking out a small, pink tongue to lick my lips, then my chin…neck…chest…
She licked almost all the way down, reaching the man's most sensitive spot before suddenly stopping. Then, somewhat cunningly, she deliberately skipped that spot and continued down his thigh...
While she was licking me, the bottle in her hand wasn't idle either. She gently poured a little wine onto me, and then licked it all the way down the bottle, cleaning the area... but the parts she licked got wet with her saliva...
I was so comfortable I almost sighed.
This woman is truly a bewitching enchantress! And a bewitching enchantress among bewitching enchantresses!
After a while, she came back again. This time, Sophie first took a sip of wine herself, then slowly brought her wine-red lips closer to me, finally touching mine, and the wine was transferred directly from her mouth to mine... I felt some wine dripping from the corners of our lips, but this didn't bother me at all... instead, it made me feel even more excited! Just when I couldn't hold back anymore, she pushed me down again, not letting me sit up.
Sophie's eyes gleamed with excitement, a seductive smile playing on her lips as she gently bit her lip. She then whispered to me, "No! Don't move! You're not allowed to move! Let me do it this time! I'll be on top... let's see what other tricks we can pull..."
I can't remember how many times we did it.
This woman is absolutely a vixen who can make a man die from exhaustion!
After driving this woman crazy one last time, I ignored her twisting and struggling, forcefully rolled over and pinned her down.
After catching her breath, she seemed to be out of breath, but she still glared at me and said, "You...you broke your promise."
I smiled, but I was exhausted: "But I don't like being on the bottom."
We simply lay down side by side and rested for a while.
Sophie turned slightly to the side, supporting herself on her elbow, and looked at me with her head turned to the side. Her beautiful hair fell down, covering half of her face, and then one of her small hands did not forget to wander back and forth on my body.
Suddenly, she sighed softly and looked into my eyes: "You're so strange... When you're quiet, you're like a ram... But just now... you were like a lion... God... you Eastern men are really strange."
Then she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, blinked at me, and said, "Baby, I'm starting to like you a little."
I smiled faintly, without saying anything.
I don't have much affection for her; at most, I just really like her perfect body and stunning looks. As for her personality or her as a person, I don't have much of a feeling about her.
Essentially, I am still a conservative Chinese person, and I don't like the Western women's attitude towards sex.
Besides, this woman is a super hot girl. Although chili peppers are delicious, no one can stand eating them as a meal every day.
“Baby.” Sophie sighed, a strange glint in her eyes as she looked at me with a hint of excitement, as if she had suddenly thought of something: “I can’t be in love with you… but we can be lovers, what do you think of this suggestion? Oh my god, I’m already a little reluctant to part with you… you’re so amazing. It would be such a waste to give you to someone else.”
"Why be a mistress?" I chuckled; I didn't think the suggestion was anything good. A woman like that wasn't someone I was suited to deal with long-term.
Sophie clearly misunderstood me. She laughed exaggeratedly and looked at me: "Baby, aren't you satisfied? You haven't fallen in love with me, have you... But no, I can't marry you... Oh. I almost forgot. You Chinese have this tradition, the tradition of getting married after sleeping together... But I can't, baby, I haven't fallen in love with you enough yet... Well, maybe I like you a little now, but I can't marry you. At least not until I fall in love with you... Let's be lovers. Being lovers means we don't have to take on any responsibility."
I chuckled and changed the subject: "Why haven't my clothes been delivered yet? Maybe we should call and urge them."
Sophie chuckled, realizing I didn't seem to want to bring up the topic, and didn't press the issue further.
We called the hotel to have our clothes brought up, and I changed and tidied myself up.
At that moment, my phone finally rang.
"Chen Yang, come down here immediately." It was Eighth Master's voice on the phone. His voice on the phone betrayed no emotion.
"Okay," I replied steadily.
I'm not surprised that Eighth Master knew I was upstairs. After all, we're back at the hotel, and today's banquet is being held there. There are definitely many of Mr. Thorin's men here.
When we leave the hotel and return to the hotel, someone must have informed us immediately.
Although I was a little nervous, after all, I had just had "close contact" with Princess Sophie, I didn't feel too much pressure.
In fact, in the West, Westerners' lifestyles and many habits are very different from those of Easterners.
For example, in the East, if parents find out their children are dating or sleeping with someone else… then the parents will definitely interfere! Whether it's well-intentioned or malicious interference, the parents will absolutely get involved!
However, the situation is different in the West. Parents generally do not interfere in their adult children's private lives, including who they befriend, date, and even sleep with...
Unless the children initiate communication with their parents, the parents generally don't inquire about their children's lives. This is a way of fully respecting personal privacy.
Let's make a simple comparison... In China, if a teenager is dating and has a boyfriend or girlfriend, their parents will consider it puppy love and will absolutely interfere, even resorting to harsh measures to stop it. However, in the West, if a teenager doesn't even have a single friend of the opposite sex, they will be seen as a freak, and might even be considered to have psychological problems or be autistic!
The charity banquet below has already ended.
The dinner tonight seemed to be a great success. It is said that Mr. Sorin’s charitable foundation raised nearly ten million dollars, which will be used for projects such as improving facilities for children in the community.
There are many such charitable foundations in Canada. Donating to charitable foundations is considered the best way to do good deeds. But no one gives alms to beggars on the street!
In Canada, almost all beggars are drug addicts or alcoholics! Even the government has stated its hope that citizens will not give money to homeless people or beggars. Giving them money is tantamount to encouraging them to continue their drug or alcohol abuse!
The banquet hall had quieted down; the banquet had ended ten minutes ago. Some of the prominent figures had already left, while others were holding talks in small groups in the VIP boxes nearby.
I know that business is usually not discussed at these kinds of banquets. They might talk about the weather or chat casually, but definitely not about business! However, the real conversations take place in the small meetings that follow the banquet! Many important decisions are usually made in these settings!
As soon as Sophie and I entered the banquet hall, two bodyguards in uniform came over and carefully led us along the corridor to the back.
This is a small cigar lounge where the hotel also provides cigars. Of course, the prices are quite high.
When Sophie and I went in, Mr. Thorin was sitting on a large sofa. He had a lit cigar between his fingers, and the blue smoke curled around him. This leader of the Canadian underworld was gently rubbing his temples with one hand.
Eighth Master sat on another sofa, while Tiger stood behind him.
I saw that there was another person standing behind Mr. Thorin in the room. He was a black man, with a burly build and a height of at least two meters!
Upon seeing us enter, Thorin immediately looked up at me. Eighth Master's expression remained calm; he merely glanced at me before gesturing for me to sit down beside him.
I was somewhat flattered.
To be honest, even Tiger was standing in this situation, but I, Eighth Master, sat next to him. I don't know what the purpose of this was.
“Mr. Thorin, I still believe Chen Yang is our best choice.” Mr. Thorin nodded, beckoned Sophie to his side, glanced at me, and said calmly, “Young man, I don’t know how you could have made my daughter interested in you… but that’s not important. I’m an open-minded father, and I won’t interfere in Sophie’s private life… but I just hope you won’t hurt her, that’s all.”
It's that simple. He didn't say anything threatening... because he didn't need to. Given his position, he didn't need to scare me with harsh words.
Western parents are actually quite simple. Their requirements for their children's friends of the opposite sex can be summarized in one sentence: "When my child wants to leave you, don't bother him/her; at the same time, if you want to leave my child, that's fine, but don't hurt him/her."
He then smiled and said calmly, "Alright, now that we've finished our personal matters, let's get back to business."
The old man's words carried a subtle air of authority, a habitual tone of someone in a superior position issuing commands.
"Sophie, you can go out now. You might not be interested in what we're about to discuss." Mr. Thorin's voice wasn't loud, but Sophie seemed afraid to disobey. She gave me a deep look and left through a side door.
“Alright. Let’s continue.” Mr. Thorin looked at Eighth Master: “Mr. Fang, do you really think this is a good idea?”
“Yes, Chen Yang will be my assistant, and he is the most outstanding young man I have ever met. So I will have him take the lead in this matter…” This was Eighth Master’s answer.
I realized that something might be about to happen!
Mr. Sorin took a puff of his cigar, pondered for a moment, then sighed. “Alright, if it weren’t for that damn El Niño, those damn typhoons, our South American plantations wouldn’t have suffered such heavy losses. Anyway, the Asian supply channels belong to you, and you should have the decision-making power in this matter. I agree to your terms.” Then, the Canadian underworld kingpin tapped his fingers on the sofa armrest a few times, a smile spreading across his face, his eyes filled with wisdom. “Hells Angels will share your Asian supply channels with you for the next year. In exchange, Big Circle will receive five percent of the profits from Hells Angels’ digital group. That’s fair.”
At this point, Mr. Sorin stood up, extended his hand to me, and said calmly, “Congratulations, young man. Once this plan is implemented, you will become one of the most powerful people in Vancouver… Although your Mr. Fang speaks highly of you, I still have reservations. I hope you can prove your Mr. Fang right with reality.”
To my surprise, Mr. Sorin spoke these words in perfect Chinese!
His Chinese is much better than his daughter's!
My head was spinning and I felt a little dizzy and confused, but I just reflexively shook hands with Mr. Thorin.
To be honest, only a few words are echoing in my mind: