Chapter Thirty-Four: Getting into Bed Politics Seeking Collection

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  "Jason."

  A sweet and charming voice came from behind Zhu Jishi, and Madame Dulan didn't know when she had entered the room. Zhu Jishi put down his pen and turned around, and those full breasts almost touched him, inside the thin silk nightgown, two balls of flesh were vaguely visible, teasing our great doctor Zhu.

  Mrs. Dulan cast him a glance, her eyes sparkling with infinite charm, her white teeth lightly biting her red lips, and she said with a smile that was not quite a smile: "Am I beautiful?"

  "Beautiful..."

  A thirty-year-old French beauty with a mature charm and a widow's allure, full of endless fascination.

  Mrs. Dulan smiled coquettishly and batted her eyelashes, then snuggled into Zhu Jishi's arms, placing his hand on the soft flesh of her chest with her own delicate hands. "You Eastern man are so wicked," she said in a playful tone, "I've been leaving the door open for you every night, but you just pretend to be some kind of ascetic monk. Well, now I'm delivering the goods right to your doorstep - aren't you pleased?"

  Zhu Jishi's hand rested on the plump jade peaks, gently rubbing them a few times. The feeling was really great! Compared to Ye Yiren's "Taiping Princess", it was much more impressive and definitely all-natural. Looking at that spring-like, charming face again, it was even more stunning than before, bright and captivating, with a hint of makeup, painted eyebrows, and red lips.

  At this time, Zhu Jishi suddenly remembered that Mrs. Du Lan was always plain-faced and never wore makeup in the past - actually, women who considered themselves virtuous in this era did not wear makeup, only courtesans and socialites would heavily apply cosmetics.

  "Dear, what are you waiting for..." The beautiful mature woman looked at Zhu Jishi with her silky eyebrows and eyes. The sash of her sleeping gown had somehow come untied, and the silk robe slipped down, revealing her snowy white skin.

  The colors have all been sent to the waist, if you don't eat now, it's not a matter of whether there is no moral integrity in your heart, but whether there is any disease in your body. Thinking of this, Zhu Jishi roughly tore off the bathrobe that was still draped on Madame Dulan, and then carried a naked French woman to his desk...

  ……

  "Jason, you were amazing last night, I love you to death..."

  This was the first sentence Zhu Jishi heard after waking up on the second morning, a soft and boneless body snuggled in his arms like a snake, a pair of jade-like arms wrapped around his neck, and sky-blue charming eyes sparkling with unparalleled sweetness and tenderness.

  Thinking of last night's heroic performance, Zhu Jishi couldn't help but feel a little proud. He thought that he had become much stronger now (um, having to walk several miles at a competitive pace every day to and from work, and even eating bloody steaks for dinner, it would be hard not to get stronger), and had stored up several months' worth of ammunition, all of which was unleashed on Madame Dulan in one night, so much so that the French beauty was begging for mercy by the end.

  Now that I think about it, the taste was indeed more exciting than when I was with Yui. If I could get Isabelle too, then this trip wouldn't be a waste after all.

  Zhu Jishi yawned and sat up halfway from the big bed, his eyes scanning the room, realizing that this was Madame Dulan's boudoir, and last night's final battle in bed seemed to have taken place in this very room.

  The soft voice sounded again, "Jason, will you be staying here from now on?"

  Zhu Jishi's palm lightly swept across Du Lan's skin, still feeling quite tender and smooth to the touch, but couldn't compare to Ye Yiren's oriental beauty.

  "Alright, alright, from now on you, Madame Dulan, are my woman." Zhu Jishi's palms lingered on Madame Dulan's full breasts, fondling them repeatedly, as if reluctant to let go.

  Mrs. Du Lan let out a soft sigh, her pretty face pressed against Zhu Ji Shi's sturdy chest, "Still calling me Mrs. Du Lan... looks like I won't have the chance to become Mrs. Zhu after all?"

  Madam Zhu? Zhu Jishi was taken aback, thinking to himself that he had to take responsibility for this. This matter couldn't be handled carelessly; in Europe, it's monogamous, unlike the Qing dynasty where you can marry a bunch of wives, so he had to consider carefully...

  Mrs. Duran seemed to know what Zhū Jì Shì was thinking and didn't ask further, "Jason, can you tell me how you see Isabel and me?"

  "You're all very good people, if it wasn't for your help, I really don't know what I would be like now?" Zhu Jishi played with Du Lan's wife's full chest and slowly said: "I plan to merge the pharmacy shares and rubber company shares in my hand, establish a Jishi Holdings, give you and Isabelle 10% of the shares, is that okay?"

  "It's still a little bit of conscience." Mrs. Dulan smiled and nodded, she and Isabelle were indeed good to Zhu Jisheng, and the return given by Zhu Jisheng now was also satisfactory. "Jason, you will soon be a member of the French Academy, a person with status in Europe, so it's better to be more cautious about marriage."

  Upon hearing this topic, Zhu Jishi furrowed his brow and thought for a moment before saying: "Luoman, I didn't plan on getting married. We can just be together..."

  "Jason, don't deceive me," Mrs. Dulan interrupted him. "You're a man who wants to do great things, I can see that, it's just... " She paused slightly and continued: "It's just that you still don't understand the politics of the marriage bed in Europe."

  "Bedroom politics?" Zhu Jishi thought, getting into bed and yet still talking about politics, Europeans in this era are really quite amusing.

  Mrs. Dulan said, "Marriage in European high society is usually unrelated to love or sex; it's just a transaction. Sometimes it unites two kingdoms, sometimes two families, and sometimes it allows some young talent from abroad to climb the social ladder."

  Zhu Jishi coughed and said, "There are similar things in the East as well. But I, a man of honor, will not rely on a woman's skirt to rise to power."

  This is truly the most hypocritical thing to say! It's also unknown why, after more than a hundred years, he would pursue Ye Yiren, this "Princess of Peace"? Doesn't he consider at all that her parents have connections and reputation in Shanghai's large hospitals, as well as many assets?

  Mrs. Dulan frowned and said: "What's the point of being a man or not? If you want to make a name for yourself in Europe, don't look back, as long as it's profitable, what means can't be used?"

  Looking at Madame Dulan's serious expression, Zhu Jishi felt a little strange. He leaned back on the bed and frowned, saying: "Roman, if I were to marry another woman, wouldn't you be jealous at all?"

  Mrs. Dulan glared at Zhu Jishi with a bad temper, and in an instant, her watery eyes showed a few more flirtatious intentions, and she said in a greasy tone: "You heartless man, you are now the reliance of someone's second half... Our fate is already tied together, what else can I be jealous about?" When she said this, the face of this French beauty suddenly became extremely serious. "Jason, I am now your mistress, your exclusive mistress, you must swear to always treat me well."

  "Alright, I swear..." Zhu Jishi raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and declared solemnly. Hmm, he had done this kind of thing twice before - once when joining the team, and again when joining the party; now, however, he was deceiving a French beauty.

  "Jason, you're really good." Mrs. Dulan gazed at Zhū Jìshì with deep affection and smiled: "I'll have Isabelle help arrange your marriage, her social circle has all sorts of women, there's bound to be one that will satisfy you..."

  Why does this sound so awkward?