Becoming a Billionaire after Divorce

But now, that thought suddenly wavered.

The reason, of course, was unspeakable—it was her little secret.

"I haven't decided yet. What about you, Keiko?"

She kicked the question back to her.

Inoue Keiko was similarly troubled when asked. She shared the same problem as Zhong Xiaofeng.

Originally, she had planned to graduate and return to her country, no surprises there.

Then, predictably, the unexpected happened!

As for what that surprise was, well, she thought it best not to tell her good friend. Otherwise, they might not even be able to remain friends.

"Yoko, I'm just like you. I haven't decided either."

"Okay. Graduation is still a long way off. We have a whole year to think it over."

"You're right, Yoko," Keiko agreed.

The two of them were cheerful again.

After finishing their late-night snack and watching TV for a while, everyone went back to their bedrooms to sleep. The presidential suite had two large bedrooms: the President's Room and the First Lady's Room. The other rooms were a tier below, meant for the entourage.

Sun Dasheng and Zhong Liying moved into the President's Room.

After seeing them go inside, Zhong Xiaofeng pulled Inoue Keiko aside. "Let's go to the First Lady's Room."

Inoue Keiko declined. "Yoko, I'm feeling a bit under the weather today, I might have a cold. I'm afraid I'll get you sick, so let's sleep separately."

"Alright then. Keiko, if you feel unwell during the night, remember to come and get me."

Serving a strong woman like Zhong Liying didn't take much effort from Sun Dasheng, as she was assertive and always wanted to be in the dominant position. He was happy to have an easier time.

Afterward, a satisfied Zhong Liying fell asleep.

He then put on his clothes and went out to the living room.

It was as if he knew someone was waiting for him. Though the living room was pitch-dark, he could sense a presence on the sofa.

He walked over and gathered the curled-up Little Tuanzi into his arms.

He whispered in her ear, "Why aren't you sleeping in your room?"

The Little Tuanzi was Inoue Keiko. She didn't know why she had been waiting there; it was as if she somehow knew he would come.

She was already awake when he lifted her. Hearing his words, she was overcome with shyness and buried her head, unwilling to speak.

"You weren't waiting here for me, were you?" Sun Dasheng pressed, not letting her off the hook.

She lifted her head. "Mr. Sun, you won't think Keiko is a wanton woman, will you?"

Sun Dasheng stroked her head. "How could I? Keiko is a very good woman."

"But Keiko still wants to... even knowing that Mr. Sun is with Liying."

She couldn't finish her sentence, because her mouth was thoroughly sealed.

PHEW. Several minutes later, Inoue Keiko, her face red from a lack of air, gasped for breath.

"Mr. Sun, you're a real Imperial Tyrannosaur! So domineering!"

"What kind of weird nicknames do you Little Days come up with?" Sun Dasheng was amused.

"Isn't my description spot on?" Inoue Keiko asked curiously, certain that the nickname she had come up with suited him perfectly.

"Fine, fine, it's spot on!"

Sun Dasheng didn't argue the point further, as it touched upon the cultural differences between their two countries.

"Mr. Sun, could you give me another 'sweet impact from the Imperial Tyrannosaur'?"

Pfft. Sun Dasheng almost died laughing. He barely managed to suppress it, clearing his throat before saying with forced seriousness, "Then I shall fulfill your wish and let you feel the 'sweet impact of the Imperial Tyrannosaur' once more."

Then, the rustling sound of clothes being removed filled the living room.

Not long after, soft moans followed.

But the little cherry blossom had formidable endurance. She kept her moans to a bare minimum so the people in the other rooms wouldn't hear.

This was the first time Sun Dasheng had truly experienced the passionate fervor of a Japanese girl. The previous time didn't count. She had just lain there like a log, utterly uninteresting.

This time was different. The taste of a Japanese girl was something that had to be felt to be understood. They were so obedient, assuming any pose he asked without complaint. Even for poses they couldn't fully achieve, they tried their hardest to get close.

With such an outstanding server, once the game began, Sun Dasheng couldn't help but play a few extra rounds.

Keiko, in his arms, was already near her limit, but she bit her lip and endured silently, afraid that he wouldn't be fully satisfied with her. In her mind, that would make her the greatest of sinners.

This perverse way of thinking is incomprehensible to Chinese people. But as the epitome of a shame culture, the Little Days have their share of perversions, large and small.

He saw the tear streaks on Inoue Keiko's face and her lips, which she had bitten almost to the point of bleeding. He stopped and chided her, "If you can't handle it, you should just say so. Why endure it in silence? Look, you've almost bitten your lips raw."

Sun Dasheng gently stroked her upper and lower lips.

Inoue Keiko let out a long breath and said in a low, dejected voice, "Mr. Sun, it is Keiko's inadequacy. I couldn't please you to your satisfaction."

"Next time, Keiko won't be so weak and useless."

Sun Dasheng lifted her high into his arms. "Alright, I'm not blaming you. Let's go wash off this sweat."

In the bathroom, Inoue Keiko didn't let him lift a finger, washing him clean from head to toe. He once again enjoyed emperor-level treatment.

"You lie down. Let me scrub your back."

As a good Chinese man, he had to let the Japanese girl experience the romantic side of Chinese men. This was also a great opportunity to spread superior culture.

"Mr. Sun, there's no need! I can do it myself. Where would you ever find a man scrubbing a woman's back? That would be terribly disrespectful," Inoue Keiko said in a panic.

"Lie down!" Sun Dasheng smacked her bottom. "Let me show you the romance of a Chinese man. You can see for yourself if we're not much better than your Little Day men."