Although it was an informal match, it differed fundamentally from the ordinary games Wang Zhuo played with Zhao Zijun at the club. The biggest difference was that this best-of-three match was fully recorded! While the crowd at the venue was still immersed in Wang Zhuo's fierce playstyle and Gao Zhuo's strength, the relevant footage had already caught the attention of the tournament organizers.

The importance of these two match recordings was self-evident; they represented the highest level of domestic snooker billiards, and their emergence elevated the standard of this amateur challenge match by countless degrees! At this point, Wang Zhuo had already taken the women out for celebratory drinks. Twenty million was certainly no small sum, even for Wang Zhuo, making it an unexpected windfall.

A celebration was absolutely necessary! “I always thought big stars traveled surrounded by an entourage. Why is Ning Yao different?” In the car, An Qi asked Wang Zhuo with a grin.

As the group left the clubhouse, Wang Zhuo and An Qi rode back in the same Audi B3 they arrived in. Ning Yao drove her Jeep Liberty alone, while Guan Yingying enthusiastically took the passenger seat as a guide. An Qi, meanwhile, took the wheel of the Jaguar Wang Zhuo had won from Jing Yunquan.

An Qi had seen too many reports of major celebrities being heavily surrounded and protected by bodyguards, so seeing Ning Yao traveling alone made her curious. “Her status as a Best Actress is more of a 'well-known' type; she’s not an idol, so she generally doesn't need to worry about irrational, frenzied fans,” Wang Zhuo explained to her patiently. “For an occasion like today, she only brought two assistants.

But for a large event or if there’s a possibility of encountering ill-intentioned people, she would bring security.” “I see,” An Qi nodded, understanding dawning. “Celebrity life isn't as exaggerated as you imagine,” Wang Zhuo chuckled. “They eat boiled fish too, they sing karaoke, they go to Beidaihe beach to pick up shells and bathe in the sea, they catch colds and fevers, and yes, they take dumps.” “Hmph, I’m not as ignorant as you think,” An Qi retorted, making a small fist.

“Do you think I’m some clueless girl? Ever since I saw so many female stars feeding Brother Edison sausages, I stopped believing in that idol celebrity nonsense!” Wang Zhuo burst out laughing. It was pervasive—Hong Kong celebrities used hidden marriages, packaging, and deceit to play with countless teenagers in the palm of their hands.

The Edison Chen photo scandal slapped them hard while simultaneously delivering a harsh lesson to the youth. In a way, Brother Edison was just a rerun of Guo Meimei! As they spoke, the car arrived at Dongbao Fisherman’s Home, a place recommended by Guan Yingying for its unique character.

It was indeed a distinctive restaurant. Located near the suburbs, and well past the usual lunchtime rush, the courtyard of the fisherman's home was still packed with cars. Because Wang Zhuo had run two green lights consecutively, he had managed to put the two cars behind them a few minutes behind, so after he and An Qi parked, the other three were still on the road.

The restaurant was a three-story building, and the clamor inside could be heard from a distance. Wang Zhuo paused, then said, “Let’s wait a bit here. We’ll go in together once everyone arrives.” An Qi smiled faintly and nodded.

After leaving the clubhouse, she had changed into a light yellow gauze dress. Her bare, shapely legs were perfectly straight, her small hips subtly concealed beneath the skirt, and her chest slightly prominent—though half of that was due to padding. She was a maiden in that exquisite age transitioning from girl to woman, and today, because of the match, she wore light makeup and jewelry.

This quality, suspended between maturity and youth, possessed a unique charm—one of a kind. Perhaps due to the heat, An Qi felt thirsty. She casually picked up a bottle of water, twisted off the cap, and took a small sip.

She noticed Wang Zhuo twisting his face to gaze at her. The girl had a sudden spark of inspiration. She gulped down the mineral water, then slowly swept her soft, slender tongue around her lips, instantly moisturizing her pale pink mouth to a dewy sheen.

“We don’t have time,” she giggled playfully. Wang Zhuo smiled helplessly. Of course they didn't have time; the Jeep Liberty would pull into the courtyard on the next block.

“I’ll get your sister drunk later and create some time,” he hummed confidently. “Where are they?” An Qi asked with a playful smile, simultaneously turning her body towards him, demanding a kiss. The front of the car faced the courtyard wall of the Fisherman’s Home; the other three sides were tinted, so there was no risk of being seen.

Wang Zhuo quickly tasted her soft, fragrant, smooth tongue. His clairvoyant vision spotted the Jeep Liberty stopped by a red light precisely on the crosswalk. The ninety-second wait made him smile silently, and he mumbled, “They must have hit a red light.” The girl was instantly emboldened.

Her nimble tongue danced inside Wang Zhuo’s mouth. Wang Zhuo seized this fleeting opportunity of just over two minutes. He rested his right hand on her shoulder, letting his left hand drift for a moment over her smooth, fair thigh before gently spreading her knees apart, reaching under the hem of her skirt.

The light turned green. Ning Yao chatted with Guan Yingying while shifting gears to pull away. An Qi’s Jaguar followed slowly.

Wang Zhuo’s fingertip had already bypassed the barrier, finding a damp, soft, warm spot. With a light probe of his finger, the girl in his arms suddenly twisted and trembled. The Jeep Liberty and the Jaguar drove into the courtyard one after the other.

Only then did Wang Zhuo release An Qi, whose breathing was ragged and body contorted, and chuckled, “Wait a few moments before getting out. I’ll go greet them and say you’re changing clothes.” An Qi agreed with a tearful laugh, but upon seeing Wang Zhuo’s prominently rigid erection, she felt instantly balanced. Indeed, after getting out of the car, Wang Zhuo didn't hurry away.

Instead, he used his phone to make a call and started chatting with the other party. There were no vacant parallel parking spots left in the courtyard, so the Jeep Liberty and the Jaguar couldn't pull up close either, ensuring Wang Zhuo's awkward situation wouldn't be exposed. An Qi rested for a few seconds before nimbly taking out a wet wipe to carefully clean up the overflowing tide of arousal stirred up by her mentor.

If she left it there, it would dry, stick to the fabric, and be uncomfortable! A man's hands seemed to possess an invisible magic. She couldn't understand why touching herself elicited no feeling, yet a gentle touch from her mentor caused such intense stimulation.

Was this the legendary harmony of Yin and Yang? She was lost in thought inside the car while Wang Zhuo was outside on the phone. Ning Yao had already parked and stepped out with Guan Yingying.

However, there was a small accident with An Qi. Since it was her first time driving a Jaguar, she wasn't completely familiar with the car’s handling. As she maneuvered a turn while parking, she accidentally clipped the taillight of a nearby BMW 7 Series.

The BMW’s anti-theft system immediately let out a deafening shriek, and the Jaguar stalled as An Qi slammed on the brakes. The restaurant's courtyard security immediately rushed over. Seeing that the damaged car was a "Don't Touch Me" [BMW], they felt a headache coming on.

But when they saw the offending vehicle was a Jaguar of comparable value, their tension eased. The guard subtly walked toward the rear side of the Jaguar, just in case this license-plate-less car tried to flee. Wang Zhuo, still on the phone, glanced over.

Seeing that only a taillight was broken, he didn't give it much thought and continued chatting with his female secretary. He felt it was best not to end this call until his lower body completely settled down. The BMW’s alarm only wailed for about ten seconds before stopping.

Two middle-aged men, both dressed in standard slacks and dress shirts—one tall and standard-built, the other slightly pot-bellied—came quickly out of the restaurant. The tall one held a set of car keys, presumably having used a remote to silence the BMW's alarm. When the two arrived at the scene, An Qi, Guan Yingying, and Ning Yao were already gathered around the two cars, assessing the damage.

The damage was limited to the outer casing of the BMW's taillight and two bulbs inside; the Jaguar had only minor scratches. Although An Qi was slightly annoyed, she didn't dwell on this minor loss. “What happened?” the tall man asked, glancing at the three unexpectedly beautiful women.

“New car, still getting used to it,” An Qi apologized with a smile. “It’s entirely my fault. Just tell me how to compensate you.” The tall man pondered for a moment.

No one was happy when their car got hit, but An Qi’s attitude left him nothing to criticize. As the saying goes, you can’t hit a smiling face, especially when the person opposite is one of three beauties. Besides, everyone bumps and scrapes when driving.

Being sympathetic, who would want to be cursed at without question if they accidentally scratched someone else's car? The pot-bellied man observed from the side and suddenly recognized Ning Yao, who was holding sunglasses. A thought struck him.

He stepped forward and smiled, “It’s nothing, it’s nothing. It’s just a broken light. Our car has full insurance; you all go ahead.

We’ll fix it ourselves later; the insurance company will cover it anyway.” The tall man was startled and was about to speak, but his companion quietly stopped him with a subtle look. This was truly an unexpected bonus! An Qi looked over in surprise.

Seeing that this cheerful, amiable middle-aged man wasn't joking, she immediately offered a sincere thank you. Ning Yao and Guan Yingying also thanked him on her behalf, and Guan Yingying maneuvered the Jaguar back into a parking spot. When she got out of the car, the pot-bellied man and the tall one had already returned to the restaurant.

At this moment, Wang Zhuo and An Qi had also completed their respective tidying up and were walking over together. “We just met some very kind people,” An Qi said with a smile, recounting the incident to them. “The 7 Series ‘Don’t Touch Me’—that taillight must be expensive, right?” An Qi asked Wang Zhuo, looking at the shattered rear of the BMW in surprise.

“I don't know,” Wang Zhuo shook his head. “My car also has full insurance. When it breaks, I just hand it over to the insurance company and the dealership; I have no idea about part prices.” Seeing them still discussing this mundane topic, Guan Yingying called out less than ladylike from behind, “Let’s eat, let’s eat, I’m starving!” Meanwhile, in a luxurious private room on the second floor of the restaurant, four men were standing by the window looking down.

“Manager Ma, did you see her? The woman who just put on her sunglasses is Ning Yao.” The one referred to as Manager Ma wasn't the portly, boss-type figure, but rather a young man in his early twenties, of medium height with a thin face. He stared intently at Ning Yao until the group walked into the restaurant.

Only then did he withdraw his gaze, grin, and pat the shoulder of the pot-bellied man. “Boss Jiao’s insight is sharp indeed. It really is her!”