Chapter 101: Wearing a Bra Is a Technical Skill
Hearing Zhang Yang ask about the company, Gao Qi perked up and said, "All the licenses and tax registrations are done. You could say we've completed all the procedures to establish the company… But I've got to tell you, right now you only have a framework. A real company needs its bylaws, regulations, personnel system, and quality system. We're all outsiders. If you really want to do industry, you still have to hire a professional manager to help with management."
Zhang Yang nodded. He certainly knew that, but the key issue was that this professional manager had to be someone he could truly trust, with loyalty as the top priority. Otherwise, he'd rather fill the role himself for now.
The two exhausted people eventually fell asleep in each other's arms. In the middle of the night, the flirty Qi woke up and almost went for another round with Zhang Yang, but fortunately, she realized her period pad was still on and decided to spare him.
Early in the morning, Zhang Yang received a call. It was from Beauty Qiao.
"Pick me up at the airport at eleven. Qiao-jie's back."
No extra words, and her calm tone didn't reveal whether her trip had gone smoothly or not.
Her car keys were still with him, and the question was whether it was the A6 or the R8. Looking at Gao Qi, who was still sleeping like a kitten, Zhang Yang couldn't bear to wake her. He moved quietly, but that girl still opened her eyes instantly.
"Wow, bro, you bang me and just pull up your pants and leave? That's too much. At least leave your sister a few hundred bucks to repair my hymen or replenish my body or something." She sat up in bed without a stitch on, her two big, snowy white mounds instantly bouncing into view, wobbling so seductively that Zhang Yang's lower part instinctively sprang to attention.
"You were awake already?" Zhang Yang looked into her spirited eyes and knew she must've been awake for a while, probably just didn't want to wake him up.
Gao Qi pouted, grabbed her bra from the bedside, and threw a charming look at Zhang Yang. "Master Zhang, I've got a favor to ask."
"Hm?" Zhang Yang, who was getting dressed, glanced at her and couldn't help swallowing hard. Gao Qi's boobs were truly huge, snow-white, even the veins were faintly visible. And the most perfect part was the two small buds — modest in size, similar to Lulu's, but on such massive curves, they looked even more delicate and insanely tempting.
"Help your sister hook my bra." Gao Qi tossed her pale pink lace bra to Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang's throat moved with a gulp. Well, this… this he'd gladly oblige.
He walked over to her. The flirty girl cupped her peaks together to make it easier for him to fasten… but Zhang Yang was sweating buckets. The process was hot as hell, sure, but he'd never actually put a bra on a woman before. After fumbling around for a while — squeezing, adjusting — it was either too tight or crooked, leaving red marks all over Gao Qi's white breasts. One spot red, one line indented — a tragic sight.
In the end, Gao Qi, teary-eyed, did it herself. "Forget it. Any more of this and I'll climax."
"This… this is a technical job." Zhang Yang wiped his sweat. Damn, helping a woman put on a bra really was tough.
"Hmph, that's why, you men — taking it off is easy, but putting it back on? That's the hard part." Gao Qi pouted, naturally reached behind her back, hooked one side of the clasp, and looked at Zhang Yang. "Help me clip the last one."
That part was simpler. After finishing, Zhang Yang replayed her words in his head. True enough — undressing a woman was easy, but helping her dress again was really hard.
All these women around him — he couldn't let any of them down. And the only way not to fail them was to keep getting stronger. "Don't worry, Sister Qi, one day I'll get so good at this that I'll help you wear it every day."
Gao Qi looked at him, paused slightly, then pouted and kissed him. "Got it."
Her voice was clearly full of joy.
Of course, Zhang Yang was even happier. Last night, while Gao Qi was asleep, he used Primary Transfer Technique and, following the same pattern, implanted Advanced Combat Technique into her brain. This woman's strength had now doubled, and she'd have no problem protecting herself in the future.
And the system had also given him twenty points. His total now reached thirty-one. In other words, he could now use those thirty-one points to take on an M-level Find the Star Menders Program mission.
But of course, he wasn't that foolish. In a few days, the month would end, and the system would reward him with a free M-level Find the Star Menders Program mission anyway. Those thirty-one points needed to be used wisely.
Zhang Yang ultimately chose the R8. He first went to the lab, asked Professor Shangguan for leave, then went to the hospital to pick up Xu Danlu and brought her home. After breakfast, he checked the time — just past ten.
At the airport, after waiting about ten minutes, Qiao Xier's flight arrived.
She looked worn out, her vest on, eyes a little dazed. When she saw Zhang Yang, she gave a faint smile. "You came?"
Zhang Yang took the bag from her hand, nodded, and looked at her, suddenly feeling a pang of pity. "You've lost weight in just a few days."
"Yeah right, you can actually tell?" Qiao Xier rolled her eyes gently and obediently handed him the bag.
Once in the car, Qiao Xier sniffed, looked at Zhang Yang, and asked, "You had a threesome last night, didn't you?"
Zhang Yang was speechless. "How'd you know?"
"Your scent. I can smell it — Lulu wears Chanel, Sister Qi wears CK. The two perfumes mixed together, still lingering. If that's not a threesome, what is?"
"What kind of nose is that?" Zhang Yang gave her a helpless look. "First of all, Gao Qi's on her period right now. Second, Lulu was at the hospital last night helping her dad. You can ask the Little Witch — she knows all about it. As for the perfume, I probably picked it up this morning when I went to pick up Lulu. And Sister Qi…"
Zhang Yang paused, then said, "Last night, I caught the one who organized the attack on Sister Qi's father, Uncle He. We talked for quite a while."
"I wasn't blaming you. Why so defensive?" Qiao Xier said casually, though she felt secretly happy inside. Then her face grew serious again. "You said you caught the one who hurt Uncle He?"
"Yeah." Zhang Yang nodded and said calmly, "It's connected to the Bai family."
"The Bai family?" Qiao Xier bit her lip. "Looks like you and the Bai Group are now completely at odds."
"If he won't let me live, why should I let him?" Zhang Yang stepped on the gas, and the R8 roared away.
On the way, Qiao Xier fell quiet. When they were nearing the villa, she glanced hesitantly at Zhang Yang and said slowly, "There's something I probably should tell you."
"Hm?" Zhang Yang didn't ask about her trip — he waited for her to say it herself. Whatever it was, it must've been related. Judging by her expression, the trip hadn't gone very well.
"It's like this," Qiao Xier said, looking at Zhang Yang. "My mom's arriving tonight. She wants to meet you."