After Divorce, I Inherited the Game's Fortune

Chapter 478 418, how come you're here? (Vote for monthly pass)

Chen Yan shook his head slightly, then swirled the wine in his glass and said, "CEO Cao, you're overthinking it. How could the new boss possibly pay attention to such a small project as ours?"

"Indeed,"

Cao Zhiyang laughed at himself, "To them, our project is indeed insignificant."

"Chen, come on, let me toast you another one."

"Then we'll move on, the club arrangements are all set. There are some new college students, sounds like a lot of fun!"

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Dinner was just the first act. Socializing in business usually follows a full course: a meal first, then some fun at Shang K, and finally taking a few girls to the hotel for a game of poker.

Everyone in the private room raised their glasses for one last drink.

Afterward, Cao Zhiyang and Chen Yan left the room with their arms around women on each side.

"CEO Cao, you say those college students at the club are fun, but that's because you haven't played with me,"

Luo Mengyun said to Cao Zhiyang, coquettishly, as she clung to his arm.

As an artist with little fame and resources, Luo Mengyun's strategy was to latch onto any big leg she could, taking them one by one.

To her, Cao Zhiyang was more like a thigh that wasn't very thick, but was still worth clinging to for the moment, especially since she was going to be on the variety show he produced.

"I'll have to give that a try tonight!"

Cao Zhiyang's hand slipped from around Luo Mengyun's waist to give her perky buttocks a pat.

Since his divorce, Cao Zhiyang had completely let himself go, not rejecting any woman, whether they were company artists or others; his playboy lifestyle had even left him feeling quite worn out over the past few months.

But worn out or not, play he must.

Isn't there always that soul-searching question on the internet?

When will a man stop being lascivious?

The top-voted answer is: when he's hung up on the wall!

Cao Zhiyang was a typical example; even if his spirit was willing but his flesh was weak, he still had to make the other person put in some effort and show a bit of "Knightly Spirit"!

So, the two flirted their way down the stairs.

However, upon reaching the ground floor, Cao Zhiyang suddenly froze. Sitting by the window were three figures he knew well.

At the same time, Song Xuejiao happened to look over at the noisy group headed by Cao Zhiyang. She originally wanted to see who was being so uncouth.

The private restaurant was quite expensive and considered a high-end dining venue. Before Cao Zhiyang and his party came downstairs, the first floor was very quiet. Diners were each enjoying their meal, and even when chatting, their voices were low.

As a result, when Cao Zhiyang and his group descended, their frolicking instantly drew looks—not only from Song Xuejiao but from other diners as well, some of whom shot them looks of disgust.

"Liu, pick up the bill for this table as well."

Cao Zhiyang motioned with his mouth to his assistant, Liu, preparing to pay, then walked over to Song Xuejiao and her parents with a grin: "Mom, Dad, Xuejiao, this meal's on me. Take your time and enjoy it."

"Mr. Cao, watch how you address people. I don't have a son-in-law like you!"

Song Guocheng slapped his hand on the table and stood up abruptly. He had no fondness for his former son-in-law, who began fooling around outside once he achieved some success. He even harbored some resentment, and was not about to give a friendly response just because Cao Zhiyang had settled the bill and come to greet him.

"Fine, I'll change how I address you."

Cao Zhiyang shrugged indifferently and then added, "Song, anger is bad for your health. You really should control your temper. "

"Even though Xuejiao and I are divorced, we were married for many years. I called you 'Dad' for so long; can't you show a little bit of nostalgia?"

"There's no 'nostalgia' between us!"

Song Xuejiao retorted coldly, and she glanced at Luo Mengyun out of the corner of her eye, unable to resist mentally criticizing, "Some dogs really can't stop eating their own vomit!"

Luo Mengyun was a new face to Song Xuejiao, the fifth woman she had seen with Cao Zhiyang.

"CEO Cao, this must be your ex-wife," said Luo Mengyun, who had approached laughing heartily, thinking to bolster Cao Zhiyang's prestige. At 25, she was well-maintained and dressed impressively as a female artist. Naturally, she seemed more attractive than Song Xuejiao, who was 35.

She looked down at Song Xuejiao with a superior air, not shy about clinging to Cao Zhiyang's arm, even with a sense that the new lover was flaunting herself to the old one.

"Sister, our CEO Cao is a man of good looks and success."

"I just can't understand why you would divorce him. If I had an excellent husband like CEO Cao, I would never leave him."

"That would be truly ungrateful!"

Having often accompanied company executives at social events, Luo Mengyun knew how to read people. With a single glance, she could tell that Song Xuejiao and her parents were common folk. Therefore, she wasn't afraid of offending them, and her speech was full of scorn and provocation.

"If you like things that others have rejected so much, take them then."

"I'm just afraid that what I don't want, you can't even have!"

Song Xuejiao sneered disapprovingly. She was no soft touch; having co-founded a company with Cao Zhiyang, she had handled a large part of the management and had a wealth of experience and broad knowledge.

She had seen all too many women like Luo Mengyun in the entertainment circle and was utterly unapologetic in her retort.

Luo Mengyun, who had not expected such a sharp comeback from the seemingly gentle Song Xuejiao, was left speechless, her mouth agape but unable to form words.

"We, as a family, don't need an outsider to pay for our meal."

"Waiter, don't take someone else's money!!"