The next day, Jiang Siming woke up in his private presidential suite at Fuding Hotel.
After getting dressed, he looked back at the four girls still sleeping soundly on the bed and found himself reminiscing about last night's "fitness" experience.
It really was different when they specialized in dance. Their "fitness methods" were all kinds of varied, such as doing the splits in midair and so on, leaving Jiang Siming reluctant to stop.
In short, there was nothing they couldn't do, only things you couldn't imagine. As long as it was a movement the human body could perform, they were more than capable of it.
After all, every girl who made it into a girl group had top-tier talent and worked extremely hard at dancing. Their physical flexibility exceeded anything you could imagine.
That kind of experience had truly been eye-opening.
No wonder everyone envied the Korean chaebols. Only a tiny handful of people could imagine the pleasures they enjoyed.
As it happened, Jiang Siming was one of them. Heh heh.
After experiencing a type of fitness unavailable at home, Jiang Siming had developed quite a taste for it.
He thought that next time, he should have those entertainment companies of his find more girl-group members to come over and teach him even more "fitness methods."
When he returned home, his wives naturally asked what he had been doing the previous night.
Jiang Siming replied calmly, "I went flirting with girls."
Who would have thought that instead of getting angry, all the women would be delighted, praising Jiang Siming for finally coming to his senses and encouraging him to keep it up.
Jiang Siming spread his hands. See? This was the treatment he received at home. He wasn't very happy about it—just ordinarily happy, that was all. (￣^￣)
Of course,