Chapter 34

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"Jason."

A sweet, cloying voice came from behind Zhu Jishi. Madame Durand had entered the room at some point. Zhu Jishi put down his pen and turned around, only to find her ample bosom almost pressing against him. Through the thin silk nightgown, two mounds were faintly visible, teasing the great doctor Zhu.

Madame Durand gave him a flirtatious glance, her eyes full of seductive charm. She bit her red lips with her white teeth, smiling coyly, and asked, "Am I beautiful?"

"Beautiful..."

Well, a French beauty in her early thirties, a widow, naturally exudes endless charm.

Madame Durand giggled, threw another flirtatious glance, and sat down in Zhu Jishi's lap. Her soft, pliant body pressed against him, and her exceptionally round and seductive hands gently pulled his hand to rest on her soft, full breasts. She said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "You, the Oriental, are so naughty. I leave my door open for you every night, but you pretend to be a monk. Now, I've brought myself to you, are you satisfied?"

Zhu Jishi's hand rested on her plump breasts, gently kneading them. The sensation was truly excellent! Compared to Ye Yiren, the "Flat Princess," this was much more substantial, and definitely all natural. Looking at her face, which was now even more alluring and charming than usual, with makeup, arched eyebrows, and red lips, he realized that Madame Durand had never worn makeup before—indeed, in this era, women who considered themselves ladies never wore makeup; only courtesans and socialites did.

"Darling, what are you waiting for..." The beautiful mature woman looked at Zhu Jishi with her silky eyes, the sash of her nightgown somehow already undone, the silk robe slipping off to reveal her snow-white skin.

With such temptation right in his arms, if he didn't take it, it wouldn't be a matter of moral integrity but of physical health. With this thought, Zhu Jishi roughly tore off the remaining silk robe from Madame Durand and carried the naked French beauty to his desk...

...

"Jason, you were amazing last night, I love you so much..."

This was the first thing Zhu Jishi heard when he woke up the next morning. A soft, boneless body snuggled against him, her arms wrapping around his neck, her sky-blue eyes shimmering with deep affection.

Thinking about his prowess last night, Zhu Jishi couldn't help but feel a bit proud. He felt much stronger now (well, walking several miles to and from work every day at a brisk pace, and eating bloody steaks for meals, it's hard not to be strong). After stockpiling for a few months, he unleashed everything on Madame Durand, and even a French beauty like her was begging for mercy by the end.

Reflecting on the experience, it was indeed much more exciting than with Ye Yiren. If he could ever have Isabel, his journey through time wouldn't be in vain.

Zhu Jishi yawned and sat up half on the large bed, his gaze sweeping the room. He realized this was Madame Durand's bedroom, and the final battle last night had taken place here.

The seductive voice spoke again, "Jason, will you live here from now on?"

Zhu Jishi's hand gently caressed Madame Durand's skin, which was still quite smooth, though not as smooth as Ye Yiren's.

"Sure, sure, from now on, Madame Durand, you are my woman." Zhu Jishi's hand lingered on her ample breasts, kneading them lovingly.

Madame Durand sighed, her face pressing against Zhu Jishi's firm chest, "Still calling me Madame Durand... Does that mean I won't become Mrs. Zhu?"

Mrs. Zhu? Zhu Jishi was taken aback. Was he supposed to take responsibility? This couldn't be rushed. In Europe, it's one wife, not like in the Qing Dynasty where one could have multiple wives. He needed to be cautious...

Madame Durand seemed to understand Zhu Jishi's thoughts and didn't press further, "Jason, can you tell me how you see me and Isabel?"

"You are both wonderful people. Without your help, I don't know where I would be now." Zhu Jishi played with Madame Durand's breasts and said slowly, "I plan to merge the shares of the pharmacy and the rubber company to form a Jishi Holdings, and give you and Isabel 10% of the shares. Is that okay?"

"You still have some conscience." Madame Durand nodded with a smile. She and Isabel had indeed treated Zhu Jishi well, and the return he offered was satisfactory. "Jason, you will soon be a member of the French Academy of Sciences, a person of status and position in Europe. You should be cautious about marriage."

Hearing this, Zhu Jishi frowned and thought, "Romane, I have no plans to marry. We can stay together..."

Madame Durand interrupted him, "Jason, don't lie to me. You are a man with big ambitions, and I can see that. But..." She paused, then continued, "But you don't understand the politics of the marriage bed in Europe."

"Politics of the marriage bed?" Zhu Jishi thought, a bed leading to politics? Europeans in this era are quite amusing.

Madame Durand explained, "Marriages in European high society are usually not about love or even sex. They are transactions. Sometimes they unite two kingdoms, sometimes two families, and sometimes they are the ladder for a young talent from a foreign land to climb into high society."

Zhu Jishi coughed, "In the East, there are similar things, but I, a man, do not plan to rely on a woman's connections to advance."

How hypocritical! He didn't know why, over a hundred years later, he pursued Ye Yiren, the "Flat Princess." Wasn't it partly because of her parents' influence and wealth in a major hospital in Shanghai?

Madame Durand frowned, "What's this about being a man or not? If you want to establish a career in Europe, don't hesitate. Use any means necessary if it's beneficial."

Seeing Madame Durand's serious expression, Zhu Jishi felt a bit strange. He leaned back against the bed, frowning, "Romane, if I marry another woman, will you not be jealous at all?"

Madame Durand glared at Zhu Jishi, but her eyes quickly turned seductive again. She said in a sultry voice, "You heartless man, you are already my support for the rest of my life... Our fates are tied together, what is there for me to be jealous about?" She suddenly became very serious. "Jason, I am now your mistress, your personal mistress. You must swear to always, always be good to me."

"Alright, I swear..." Zhu Jishi raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and solemnly swore. Well, he had done this before, once when joining a team, and another when joining a group. Now, it was to placate a French beauty.

"Jason, you are so good." Madame Durand looked at Zhu Jishi with deep affection and smiled, "I will entrust Isabel to arrange your marriage. Her circle has all kinds of women, and there will surely be one who will satisfy you..."

Why does that sound so strange?

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