The Wealthy Tycoon’s Game of Life
Chapter 309 - 169: Eight Million, Five Years, and a Wedding Dress

Chapter 309: Chapter 169: Eight Million, Five Years, and a Wedding Dress

The matte gray Mercedes G63 slowly drove into the B1 level of the Spring Eye Subtower. After Miao Ying parked steadily at the reception room entrance of the exclusive garage, Chen Mei, who had been waiting there, immediately stepped forward to open the car door for Zhou Wang.

"Mr. Zhou, welcome home!"

At the same time, two neat rows of property staff behind her bowed together toward Zhou Wang.

One of the petite girls in a uniform even ran up to Zhou Wang, handing him a bouquet with dewdrops.

"What’s all this about?" Zhou Wang asked, slightly surprised with the flowers in hand.

"You’ve been away for a week, and this is a proper welcome ceremony." Chen Mei smiled, "The bouquet we gave you was picked from the 71st-floor terrace, I hope you don’t mind."

Zhou Wang paused, then laughed, "Why would I mind something from my own place, very thoughtful, thank you."

"Miss Jiang is already waiting for you upstairs."

After Chen Mei bowed slightly again, she led the way ahead.

Zhou Wang nodded, having already noticed the brand new black Porsche Panamera in the garage... Jiang Qingkui actually didn’t buy the most common white one, which was a bit unexpected to Zhou Wang.

After waiting a bit for Miao Ying, who came running over, Zhou Wang walked into the elevator, escorted by the property staff.

Taking the dedicated elevator to the 70th floor, when the elevator doors opened, Chen Mei made a welcoming gesture and then stopped, Miao Ying noticed something and also stopped.

Zhou Wang didn’t pay attention, and all the way inside, he couldn’t help but pause a bit when he reached the sound at the western restaurant.

Dressed in a professional outfit with sheer black stockings, Jiang Qingkui was already waiting at the restaurant doorway, her delicately powdered face stunningly beautiful under the chandelier light; even though they were getting familiar, Zhou Wang still momentarily lost himself.

Besides her in the restaurant were three other people.

One was a bearded Chef working at the dining table with his assistant, and another was an elegantly dressed, unfamiliar woman holding a violin.

Zhou Wang was taken aback, then surprised, "Qingkui, this is..."

"Mr. Zhou, the journey must have been tiring, so this is a refreshing dinner prepared for you, hope you’ll like it."

Jiang Qingkui smiled softly and explained.

"A refreshing dinner?" Zhou Wang laughed heartily, "Interesting... what’s on the menu?"

"Kyoto Wagyu beef from Japan."

Jiang Qingkui led Zhou Wang to the dining table first, introducing the obviously foreign bearded Chef, "Mr. Aaron, the head of the Western restaurant at Ritz-Carlton, and his assistant."

After the two chefs slightly bowed to Zhou Wang, Zhou Wang curiously looked at the dining table where three pieces of beef were being expertly seared by the young assistant’s hand:

"Is this the legendary Japanese Wagyu?"

In modern society, as beef steadily becomes a mainstream meat, there are many well-known beef varieties worldwide, and Japanese Wagyu undoubtedly stands out among them.

Although Zhou Wang hadn’t tasted it before, he had heard of it.

It’s said these Wagyu not only grow up on enchanting farms but also listen to music daily and bathe in hot spring water, enjoying all sorts of luxury better than many people...

"Yes, Mr. Zhou, if you look closely, you should notice these three pieces of beef have some differences." Jiang Qingkui laughed.

"Indeed, they do seem to have slight differences... although their appearance is rather good." Zhou Wang carefully observed, then nodded.

"These three pieces of beef come from the three most representative Wagyu categories, namely Omi beef, Matsusaka beef, and Kobe beef."

Jiang Qingkui explained, "Since we were unsure which one you’d prefer, based on the Chef’s suggestion, I had them prepare all three."

"As a country bumpkin like me, I’ve never tried any of these and really want to try them all, you know me well, Qingkui!"

Zhou Wang smiled, praising, "This arrangement is very thoughtful."

Jiang Qingkui smiled gently and then introduced the woman beside her, "Violinist Julie from Hong Kong, she will entertain your dinner with live music."

The woman nodded to Zhou Wang, smiling elegantly.

After returning a smile to her, Zhou Wang looked at Jiang Qingkui with a somewhat mysterious gaze, "Qingkui, these arrangements are so meticulous, I’m almost feeling overwhelmed by the attention..."

"Are you questioning my adaptability and learning ability?"

Facing Zhou Wang’s slightly teasing remark, Jiang Qingkui only smiled lightly and replied in a teasing tone.

While speaking, Jiang Qingkui walked to the long dining table and pulled out a chair for Zhou Wang.

Zhou Wang didn’t say much more, just deep in thought.

It seemed that after visiting Jing City, Jiang Qingkui had a subtle change in attitude toward him, which was definitely not just because she took related courses...

Some things, it’s the thoughtfulness that truly matters.

"Why don’t you also sit down and join me?"

Seeing that Jiang Qingkui was still standing, Zhou Wang casually suggested.

"Alright."

Jiang Qingkui didn’t decline, after a smile she first went to the side, picked up the pre-opened red wine, and poured Zhou Wang a glass.

"The best Wagyu should be paired with wine, this bottle from Burgundy, France, is also recommended by the Chef, there’s a famous village there, you might have heard of it, Vosne-Romanee Village..."

"Romanee Conti?"

The legendary king of wines, on par with Lafite, of course Zhou Wang knew.

After all, many novels have mentioned this, currently estimated to be around 200,000 per bottle...

"That’s right, but the bottle we opened for you is not Conti, it’s another exclusive domain from the Conti family, called Tashe."