Waters Flood Golden Mountain
“Lin Zimo, let's go...” Gu Qingcheng said, leaning on his arm.
In front of her employees, she still wanted to maintain her image as the aloof CEO.
Though she wanted to walk on her own, her limping gait didn't look good, so she didn't refuse his support.
“Alright, take it easy.” Lin Zimo said caringly, helping her slowly out of the office and into the elevator to head downstairs.
His hand rested on her soft, delicate waist, and a faint, alluring perfume filled his nostrils.
It was right around quitting time.
Everyone who saw Gu Qingcheng greeted her respectfully.
“Hello, President Gu.”
“Goodbye, President Gu...”
“Mm.” Gu Qingcheng responded coolly.
Lin Zimo nodded politely and appropriately alongside her.
Seeing their icy goddess CEO being supported by a handsome stranger, everyone was stunned.
Once Gu Qingcheng and Lin Zimo were out of sight, the whispers started.
“Holy shit! Who's that hunk? He's so damn handsome!”
“Wait, isn't that our goddess CEO he's holding?”
“My god! Am I seeing this right? Our president, who never gets close to any man, is being held by some hot guy?”
“Am I remembering wrong? Didn't President Gu wear a different skirt this morning?”
...
When Lin Zimo helped Gu Qingcheng out the front doors of the building,
he noticed a huge crowd gathered outside, buzzing with shocked chatter.
“Oh my god! The plaza outside is covered in roses! It's a massive sea of flowers—so beautiful!”
“I heard someone's about to confess. There are 99,999 roses! So romantic!”
“And there's a whole line of luxury cars too. Must be some domineering CEO making his move...”
...
Gu Qingcheng felt a bad premonition at those words.
Right then, a booming male voice exploded from the crowd.
“Gu Qingcheng, I like you! I love you! Be my girlfriend!”
The crowd parted to clear a path down the middle.
There, a sharply dressed, handsome man held a vibrant bouquet of roses, gazing deeply at Gu Qingcheng as he shouted.
“Gu Qingcheng, I love you! I want to spend my life protecting you and caring for you. Will you be my girlfriend?!”
But the next second,
Li Gang's affectionate expression froze when he saw Gu Qingcheng half-held by a stranger even more handsome than him. He yelled at Lin Zimo.
“Fuck! Who the hell are you? Let go! Get your hands off Gu Qingcheng!”
Li Gang tossed his flowers to his assistant and stormed up to Lin Zimo, his face dark.
Lin Zimo looked at him calmly, showing no sign of letting go. He said steadily, “And who the hell are you?”
“You!” Li Gang was so pissed by Lin Zimo's attitude that he wanted to punch him.
Gu Qingcheng eyed the persistent Li Gang with clear annoyance in her gaze. She said coldly, word by word,
“President Li, sorry, but he's my boyfriend. Show some respect.”
Li Gang couldn't believe it. “No way! You were single yesterday—how do you have a boyfriend today? I know every guy around you.”
He'd chased her for three years and knew all the men in her circle. This guy wasn't one of them.
The crowd erupted in excited gasps.
“Whoa—explosive drama!”
“The heroine's Gu Qingcheng, president of Gu Group. One guy's Li Gang from Li Group, and the other's this hot mystery hunk.”
“Gu Qingcheng wouldn't ditch a talented, loaded guy like Li Gang for some pretty boy, right?”
...
Ding! System detects emergency situation. Providing host with a trillion-yuan corporation: Xingchen Group.
Xingchen Group Corporation address: Xingchen Building in central Shencheng City. Includes luxury car fleet and security team.
As the system's chime rang out, Lin Zimo's aura shifted instantly—becoming overwhelmingly powerful, radiating the intimidating presence of a superior.
Just then, a Rolls-Royce pulled up.
The driver got out and respectfully opened the door for a sharply dressed older man.
Li Gang shouted in shock upon seeing him. “Dad! What are you doing here?”
The crowd buzzed in awe.
“The chairman of Li Group is here too?”
“Probably to back his son's confession. If Gu Qingcheng and Li Gang got together, their groups would dominate even more...”
“Looks like they're a match made in heaven—power couple goals.”
“That guy with Gu Qingcheng is seriously hot! Young and handsome, like a fresh college grad.”
“So what if he's a college kid? His suit's got no label—total soft rice boy mooching off her.”
“Turns out he's just a gigolo. Can't even compare to a hair on Li Gang's head...”
The crowd's gazes toward Lin Zimo filled with mockery, disdain, and envy—seeing a young guy taking the easy path.
Emboldened by the murmurs, Li Gang sized up Lin Zimo with contempt.
“Kid, don't think you can eat soft rice just 'cause you're young. Gu Qingcheng's not for poor losers like you.”
“Smart move would be to back off. Otherwise, I'll make you regret it.” Then, to Gu Qingcheng: “Qingcheng, I really like you. Us together would make Li and Gu Groups unstoppable—you know that better than me.”
Li Gang stepped to his father Li Tian's side, hoping the Li Group chairman would pressure her.
“Dad...”
But before he could finish, Li Tian's bodyguard yanked him aside.
Li Gang froze. His dad always doted on him—even promised last night to help land Gu Qingcheng. Why the sudden stern face?
Li Tian stepped past his son, bowed respectfully to Lin Zimo, and said,
“Mr. Lin, apologies. My son is ignorant. I apologize on his behalf—please be magnanimous and overlook it.”
With Li Tian's deferential attitude, words, and the bodyguard forcing Li Gang to bow,
everyone present was floored.
Holy shit!
Holy shit!
Holy fucking shit!
What the hell?
Wasn't this guy just some soft rice gigolo? Why was Li Group's chairman bowing to him?
Damn! What a plot twist!
A college gigolo with status above Li Group's chairman?!
Just who the hell was this Lin Zimo? So badass!
Gossip lovers being gossip lovers, the crowd whipped out their phones to dig into Lin Zimo's background.
Those who'd just mocked him as a mooch felt their faces burn with slap-back sting.
Gu Qingcheng watched the shift, her eyes probing Lin Zimo. Her boyfriend was getting more intriguing by the minute.
Li Gang, who moments ago acted superior, went pale, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
He stared at Lin Zimo, never imagining his status was so lofty—even his domineering dad yielded and avoided offending him.
But he'd just pissed him off. Worse than getting beaten for squandering family money!
Li Gang's vision blackened; he nearly fainted from fear.
Li Tian sweated bullets too, utterly deferential to Lin Zimo.
He'd come to help his son, but upon nearing Lin Zimo,
an image flashed in his mind: Xingchen Group's mysterious big boss. The figure matched Lin Zimo perfectly.
He sensed Lin Zimo's hidden, overwhelming aura. His idiot son might see a gigolo,
but Li Tian's decades-honed business instincts screamed: don't offend him, or Li family was done.
Xingchen Group was a trillion-yuan behemoth; Li's was a mere hundred-billion shrimp. No contest.
Fuming at his fool son, Li Tian kicked him hard and roared,
“You brat! Apologize to Mr. Lin right now!” That idiot was killing him.
Already terrified, Li Gang crumpled under the kick.
Thud—he slid forward on his knees, clutching Lin Zimo's leg.
“Mr. Lin! President Lin! Daddy Lin! Grandpa Lin! I shouldn't have vied for your woman. Sorry, my fault—forgive my disrespect!”
Li Gang wailed his apology, groveling.
How superior he'd been before; now, that much more pathetic.
As an adult, he knew crossing a big shot meant doom—so he knelt flawlessly.
Li Tian's face darkened further at his words. If he weren't set in his ways, he'd start over with a new heir.
Lin Zimo looked down at Li Gang's sorry state.
Amazed again at the system's power—it'd just slotted him as Xingchen Group's shadow boss minutes ago,
and boom, in play.
“President Li, no need for such formalities. Get up,” Lin Zimo said kindly.
“Just remember: stop harassing Gu Qingcheng. Stay away from her.”
Li Gang scrambled up, nodding solemnly. “Got it! I'll keep my distance from Gu Qingcheng—won't show up near her again.”
Then to Gu Qingcheng: “Gu Qingcheng, I was delusional harassing you. Sorry for the trouble.”
Lin Zimo, seeing sincere remorse, waved it off gracefully. “Alright, you can go.”
Li Tian, relieved Lin Zimo wasn't pursuing it but sensing impatience, grabbed his idiot son, bowed deeply, and hustled off with his bodyguards.
The crowd was speechless in shock.
Too many bombshells; they didn't know where to start. Girls' eyes turned to hearts for Lin Zimo.
They squealed, “Lin god, I love you!”
Young, handsome, loaded—peak male god material.
Gu Group's female staff mixed joy and despair.
“Mr. Lin is so hot! I'm swooning—I'm in love! Head over heels!”
“He's the goddess president's boyfriend... waaah, just fell for him and boom, single again! World end me!”
“This hurts too much! Don't stop me! Waaah, I'm becoming a nun...”
“Sis, no need—they're not married yet. We still got a shot. Hubby, I love you...”
She jiggled her 36D chest.
Gu Qingcheng stared at Lin Zimo's handsome face, her heart racing faster.
She'd planned to keep her CEO poise and some distance, but now... if she didn't stake her claim, these vixens would snatch him.
Possessively, she pressed her 36D against his arm.
“Lin Zimo, my foot hurts. Carry me.”
Lin Zimo eyed the surging wave of girls closing in, not wanting to get mobbed.
“Sure. Hold onto my neck.”
He scooped her up princess-style and strode toward the parking lot.
But as his godly right hand touched her body, the friction of movement
made Gu Qingcheng's body, clinging to his neck, tremble uncontrollably.
Lin Zimo felt her softness and shivers in his arms.
His palm glided over her water-smooth, delicate skin—the sensation intoxicating.
A breeze wafted her hair across his cheek, her faint body scent filling his nose.
The familiar pleasurable current from his hand made Gu Qingcheng's heart pound wildly.
Her arms tightened around his neck; she felt his warmth, his pulsing heartbeat syncing with hers.
His arm cradled her tight against his chest, the outline of his pecs and raw power palpable.
Soon, her body melted into a quivering puddle in his hold.
So intense! So tingling!
So good! So wet!
Gu Qingcheng was losing it again.
Her long, pale legs stiffened uncontrollably.
Her plump toes in the heels curled and clenched from the stimulation.
She buried her exquisite, icy face in his shoulder, stifling muffled moans.
As Lin Zimo carried her into the parking lot,
they ran into assistant Li Na and some Gu Group staff.
Li Na saw Gu Qingcheng's flushed face and distressed lean into him, asking concernedly,
“President Gu, you okay? Your face is so red.”
Gu Qingcheng jolted at her secretary's voice, bit down to suppress the weird throat noises, and forced her cool tone.
“Fine. Hot.”
Her arm around his neck pinched his back silently, urging him to get her in the car fast.
A glint of amusement flashed in Lin Zimo's eyes. He obliged, hustling to his Maybach.
Behind them, Li Na and the front desk girls whispered.
“Our president's so aloof—even princess-carried by her boyfriend, she talks cold.”
“Her boyfriend's so hot! Max boyfriend energy! Carried her the whole way without breaking a sweat—perfect for... you know.”
“Cough! You say the wildest shit. Did you sneak-watch tutorials? Share with me...”
...
Lin Zimo opened the passenger door and set Gu Qingcheng in the Maybach.
His palm accidentally brushed her short skirt.
It felt sopping wet. He looked: glistening sheen.
Gu Qingcheng saw his distinct-knuckled hand too.
Boom—her cool facade shattered. She bit her red lip, averted her eyes, pretending nothing happened.
Her long pale legs clamped together, limp to one side.
Her heaving 36D surged with each breath.
Her slender hands clutched her suit skirt tight. The usually calm, decisive CEO who awed the business world
was panicking hard now.
Lin Zimo was a succubus incarnate.
The more he touched her, the more addicted she grew—impossible to quit.
Lin Zimo slid into the driver's seat, pulled tissues, and wiped his hand leisurely.
Seeing her bite her lip and turn away, he smirked.
Pulled more tissues, offered them seriously.
“Gu Qingcheng, want to wipe?”
Huff—Gu Qingcheng exhaled sharply, glared at him irritably.
Her stunning icy face cold: “No need. Drive.”
Lin Zimo deadpanned with a half-smile: “Even if you're not uncomfortable? Don't dirty my car.”
“You—!” Gu Qingcheng nearly exploded.
She was a mess because of him, and he worried about his car?!
Was Lin Zimo's brain okay?!
She gnashed out, “If it gets dirty, I'll buy you a new one!”
“Deal, your words.” Lin Zimo replied calmly, starting the engine and pulling out.
Gu Qingcheng, thrown by his bizarre reaction, didn't know what to do.
She took deep breaths. “Skip the restaurant. Straight home—to Shencheng Bay.”
In this state, her skirt was unwearable in public. Home was safer.
Lin Zimo noted the address with surprise in his eyes. Same complex.
Calmed, Gu Qingcheng recalled the Li father-son flip, eyed his handsome face.
“What's your real deal? Even that sly fox Li Tian won't cross you?”
This man drove multi-million luxury rides, dressed low-key like off-brand but bespoke for those in the know.
Someone even Li Group's hundred-billion chairman feared had to outrank them by miles!
Why would someone like that rent-boyfriend?
Gu Qingcheng couldn't read him anymore. Lin Zimo grew more mysterious.
Lin Zimo focused on driving. “Guess.”
No direct answer.
Hard to explain—couldn't say it was all the system. He wasn't dumb; spilling his biggest secret
would get him dissected by scientists at best.
Gu Qingcheng rolled her eyes. “Guess my ass.”
Smart as she was, she got he didn't want to say, so she dropped it.
Soon, the Maybach entered Shencheng Bay's underground garage.
Gu Qingcheng hesitated getting out.
Her sprained foot still hurt, heels made walking tough.
But having Lin Zimo carry her upstairs... it'd flood golden mountain again...