Thinking like this, Zhou Wang instinctively sent a message to Xu Wenqian.

It’s fine to leave these small matters to Xu Wenqian. This reliable girl always meticulously remembers each of Zhou Wang’s orders. Even those born out of whim, which Zhou Wang forgets about later, Xu Wenqian still strives to complete and includes them in the monthly work report sent to Zhou Wang.

So, upon realizing this, Zhou Wang promptly transferred 88,000 to Xu Wenqian, forcing her to accept it under the guise of a bonus...

When the fourth action round starts, Zhou Wang might have to go through some "lean days" again, so lately he’s been a bit extravagant; buying whatever comes to mind without fretting over the not-so-abundant cash in hand.

When he felt the time was right, Zhou Wang was about to reach for a tissue, but just as he slightly lifted his rear, a gush of warm water hit unexpectedly, causing Zhou Wang to shiver.

"Oh my God..."

Zhou Wang had used high-end toilets before and naturally knew what the feature was...

But, do people really use it?

The toilets in his home all have this function completely switched off. After all, that strange sensation is hard to overcome, but it seems President Mu is already accustomed to it.

Enduring with gritted teeth, Zhou Wang cleaned up when the time felt right, just ready to pull up his pants, probably having heard the sound of water inside, Lisa’s timely knock echoed.

"Mr. Zhou, are you done?"

"Yes."

Zhou Wang felt a bit puzzled, not knowing why Lisa asked, but he still responded.

The next second, under Zhou Wang’s stunned gaze, Lisa abruptly opened the door and walked in.

But at this moment, Zhou Wang hadn’t pulled up his pants yet, and he was forced to sit back down, asking awkwardly, "What are you..."

Lisa lowered her head slightly, seemingly reluctant to meet Zhou Wang’s eyes, but she still softly replied, "I...I’m here to clean for you."

Saying this, without waiting for Zhou Wang’s response, Lisa already trotted "rat-tat-tat" over, squatted down before Zhou Wang, and took out the wet wipes from the side, attempting to wipe Zhou Wang.

"Wait a moment."

Zhou Wang gritted his teeth, looking at the girl squatting with her head bowed in front of him, stopped her hand which was reaching toward his legs.

Lisa paused, her full bosom under the gown slightly rising and falling, her delicate and refined features reflected in the white, gleaming floor, her dense lashes cast many tiny shadows, seemingly revealing that this cold-spirited mixed-race girl wasn’t as calm inside as she appeared.

"No need to go to such lengths... Though I know, perhaps President Mu gave you some special instructions, but really, no need. Considering that we are not that familiar, this will only make me feel awkward, you understand?"

Zhou Wang said helplessly.

Hearing Zhou Wang say this, Lisa slightly nodded and didn’t insist, standing up and moving to the other side.

Zhou Wang breathed a sigh of relief and quickly pulled his pants up. Just as he walked to the mirror, ready to wash his hands, Lisa approached again.

"Let me wash your hands... I, I have to do something."

Facing Zhou Wang’s gaze, Lisa turned her head slightly and stuttered.

For some reason, looking at her flawless profile, Zhou Wang once again remembered his senior sister.

Just like back then, he too saw a similar expression... Under seemingly serene features, hiding vigilance and struggle, yet unable to help herself, she could only watch herself slowly slip deeper.

"Alright."

Zhou Wang sighed inexplicably and nodded.

Lisa quickly approached a bit more, first moisturizing Zhou Wang’s outstretched hands with a stream of water, then applied hand soap to her own palms, using her slender, delicate hands entirely covered Zhou Wang’s palms.

Occasionally intertwining fingers, occasionally gentle rubs, Lisa wrapped Zhou Wang’s hands with her palms, meticulously washing them several times, finally tidying his collar and hair before stepping back on the bathroom wall and quietly stood there.

Zhou Wang gazed at her, his eyes trailing over her slender yet subtly curvy figure, until Lisa breathed a little more heavily, suddenly withdrawing his gaze and walking out of the bathroom.

Only then did Lisa realize her legs were slightly weak because both she and Zhou Wang knew that if Zhou Wang actually intended to do anything to her, she wouldn’t resist.

But in the end, Zhou Wang did nothing, and this moment, Lisa couldn’t tell whether she felt more relieved or disappointed...

...

"Have we reached the port already?"

Listening to the sound of waves crashing by his ear, gazing at the bustling night port even amidst darkness, Zhou Wang looked back toward the direction from which they came.

It felt like taking an elevator from within the manor down to the fifth underground level, then riding a small distance by car, and upon getting out, already standing by the sea.

"That’s Yantian Port, Peng City’s largest waterway port. Our Heavenly Palace Group also has a station there... Mr. Zhou, look over here, from the lighthouse position ahead, stretching eight kilometers forward, it’s all contracted private beaches of the yacht club that we operate ourselves..."

Standing by the railing, Mu Li faced the sea breeze, introducing to Zhou Wang, "On the surface, the most famous yacht club in Dameisha isn’t ours, but that international yacht club is actually our wholly owned subsidiary. Our independently operated Tianhai Yacht Club has stricter membership screening qualifications, fully in-house, without entry for yachts of category three and below..."

After Mu Li finished introducing, and seeing Zhou Wang haven’t reacted much, she reached out to lead the way forward.

Behind Zhou Wang, Lisa followed closely, holding his blazer.

Crossing the suspended bridge along the corridor, entering the seaside building complex through a side door, staff wearing neatly tailored short skirts promptly came forward to guide them, taking the party through the VIP passage to the independent port built on the other side of the reef.

At the end of the port, a large yacht hung amid floating devices, hovering just above the water.

Comprising executive-level members of the club and some attendees unfamiliar to Zhou Wang, already quite a number of people stood bustling on the dock, facing this direction with eager anticipation.

"Mr. Zhou, before launching, new yachts always undergo something called a ’bottle-throwing ceremony,’ you’re my distinguished guest, it’s only right that you do it."

"Me?"

Zhou Wang was startled.

"No one is more suited than you."

Mu Li merely smiled knowingly.

Zhou Wang hesitated to refuse further, but Mu Li continued insisting. Considering he had just declined her previously, Zhou Wang had no choice but to nod his acceptance.

Arriving before the yacht, listening to the repeated calling of "President Mu," Zhou Wang roughly assessed that those gathered here ought to be lower than Mu Li in status; otherwise, Mu Li wouldn’t be this composed.

"This is my esteemed guest, Mr. Zhou Wang, who will lead the bottle-throwing ceremony..."

The crowd promptly switched to chanting "Mr. Zhou," energetically, but Zhou Wang was already desensitized to such occasions, finding them unsurprising.

With Mu Li directing, Zhou Wang first joined the crowd in worshipping Mazu, praying for favorable winds and waters, then proceeded under the guidance of the club etiquette hostess to the contained red platform at the prow.

From approximately 15 meters high at the bow, a white rope dangled down, with a champagne bottle adorned with a gift bag tied to the end.

Zhou Wang discerned it was a bottle of vintage champagne from Bollinger, worth at least several thousand British Pounds, but he didn’t have time to lament the waste; already amid the cheering, he pushed hard, with a "bang," the golden-hued liquor sprayed into the sea.

As the yacht slowly descended, Mu Li walked up behind Zhou Wang, chuckling softly, "Mr. Zhou, are you satisfied with this gift?"

"Hmm?"

Zhou Wang immediately turned around, looking at Mu Li in surprise and uncertainty.