Top floor of YG Entertainment, in the spacious and bright Chairman’s office.

Zhou Wang reached out and touched the words "Chairman" and "Zhou Wang" engraved in Korean on the desk, then surveyed the layout of the office, thinking it was indeed set up much like the movies.

Large floor-to-ceiling windows, a lounge area assembled with black sofas, a tea table next to it for preparing kungfu tea, and an indoor golf area...

The wealthy class in Korea seems to be most obsessed with golf, as in the small, expensive land of Korea, the cost of this sport is extraordinarily high, making it unaffordable for the poor, which also makes playing golf a marker of the upper class.

After the welcome ceremony in the lobby on the first floor, Zhou Wang’s mood should be quite bad in the eyes of YG Entertainment’s middle and senior management, as well as those artist idols.

After all, with Bigbang practically disbanded today, BlackPink is YG Entertainment’s current biggest flagship. However, in the welcoming occasion where all artists were supposed to attend, Jenny and Rose were openly absent, which was undoubtedly a public slap to Zhou Wang’s face.

Although Zhou Wang was merely expressionless at the time, raising an eyebrow and quickly returning to normal, even a fool could see that Zhou Wang must have been burning with anger, refraining from exploding on the spot possibly due to considerations of dignity, or not wanting to leave everyone with an impression of "impotent fury"...

This also led to the later process of touring the various company areas, where both President Jin and Vice President An appeared somewhat silent, fearing maybe one wrong word would lead to Zhou Wang’s fury.

Especially President Jin, internally, he is the manager and operator of YG Entertainment, a position equivalent to a general manager in domestic companies, but in front of Zhou Wang, he’s merely a slightly higher-level worker, whose fate Zhou Wang could decide with a single word.

Vice President An was relatively better, as he’s one of the directors, but oddly enough, An Qixian’s attitude towards Zhou Wang seemed excessively humble...

Theoretically, although Zhou Wang is the chairman and An Qixian the vice chairman, if he really doesn’t heed Zhou Wang, in reality, Zhou Wang wouldn’t have many ways to deal with that.

Thud thud!

Zhou Wang, sitting relaxed on the large boss chair pondering, heard knocks on the office door.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open, Sura entered but paused at the doorway, then smiled and signaled backward as another Huaxia girl in a professional skirt walked in briskly, holding a folder, greeted Zhou Wang with repressed excitement.

"Boss!"

Fair skin, tall and well-proportioned, a standard oval face, hair neatly tied up, exuding a small touch of allure amidst professionalism, the crisp voice, particularly pleasant now without the barrier of the phone.

Zhou Wang, having been briefed by Jiang Qingkui beforehand, wasn’t surprised at Xu Wenqian’s presence here, but after a long period apart, Zhou Wang was indeed quite eager to see her.

So once Sura considerately closed the door and exited, Zhou Wang gestured Xu Wenqian, standing obediently in front of the desk, to come closer.

"Put the stuff down, come over."

Xu Wenqian’s cheeks flushed slightly, yet she obediently circled the desk, casually placed the folder down, and stood compliantly before Zhou Wang.

Zhou Wang reached out, pulling her, making Xu Wenqian utter a light cry as she fell sideways into Zhou Wang’s embrace.

Zhou Wang encircled her waist and back with one arm to prevent her from tumbling down, while lazily roaming on her legs under the skirt upon the smooth flesh-colored stockings with the other hand.

Xu Wenqian hadn’t been intimate with Zhou Wang for quite a while, as a young woman very healthy both physically and psychologically, she did fantasize a bit before coming in about something might happen, but she didn’t expect Zhou Wang to be so eager, leaving her cheeks flushed red instantly, and she couldn’t help but resist with her hands.

"Bo, boss... we haven’t talked business yet!"

"Hm?"

Zhou Wang raised an eyebrow, ignoring Xu Wenqian’s small hand at the skirt hem, pressing at a certain point instantly made her lose all strength to resist, but just as his fingers were climbing upwards along the unique smoothness of high-quality stockings, Zhou Wang suddenly paused, his expression becoming odd.

Amidst Xu Wenqian’s gasp of surprise, Zhou Wang abruptly lifted her skirt a bit, revealing the entirety of a forbidden area, then squeezed her smooth leg flesh, seemingly amused.

"Since you’re here to talk business, why dress so provocatively?"

Xu Wenqian was once again utterly mortified by Zhou Wang’s blunt phrasing, yet indeed she had no way to refute, so she burrowed her head into Zhou Wang’s neck, her breathing grew increasingly rapid, her cheeks’ burning temperature making Zhou Wang’s heart sway.

But perhaps Zhou Wang wasn’t entirely to blame.

For indeed, today’s outfit was... not quite proper.

She arrived in Seoul a day before Zhou Wang, anticipating their meeting since morning once knowing Zhou Wang’s arrival today.

Because this time, beside Zhou Wang were no Jiang Qingkui, no Miao Ying, nor the Yun sisters... in a certain sense, Xu Wenqian finally seemed to have a chance to "have him all to herself."

Even though Xu Wenqian knew from the boss’s nature, this might be wishful thinking, but anyhow, this good mood persisted from the time she boarded the plane till now.