Confucius once said in the Book of Rites: "Food and sex, these are the great desires of man." What does this mean? It means that as long as a person lives, there are two fundamental necessities: 'sustenance' and 'procreation.' One is about survival, the other about continuation.

See that? Even the venerable Confucius believed that a man's attraction to beauty was entirely natural; otherwise, humanity would have ceased to exist long ago.

Another elder once stated, "Eating and desire—these are inherent in our nature." This means that both eating and the appreciation of beauty are innate human instincts, present from birth. If even people from two and a half millennia ago understood this principle, Wang Zhuo certainly did.

Therefore, Wang Zhuo believed a man's attraction to beauty was not reprehensible, provided there was one crucial prerequisite: mutual consent. … **He was lying next to a sleeping beauty, and Wang Zhuo was certain that if she were awake, he wouldn't need much effort to indulge in the very acts described by "sustenance and procreation." But now, Wang Zhuo was hesitant.

He knew he had already entangled himself with enough women, and while he felt a physical pull toward this Bai Lu, there was no emotional foundation, no deep bond of shared hardship that demanded intimacy. In this regard, Wang Zhuo somewhat scorned his father, Wang Zhengdao, who would become dizzy at the sight of a beautiful woman because all the blood in his body rushed to one specific area… Wang Zhuo experienced the same blood rush, but not to the point of vertigo.

Thus, he was focused on solving the immediate problem, not on whether or not to sample the pleasure and flavor of this sleeping beauty. Although he desperately wanted to try—what it felt like to carry those long legs over his shoulder, or to flip her over and press against that slender waist from behind—these were fantasies confined to his mind.

The three women he already had at home were enough trouble; he dared not invite more chaos. Why did scoundrels like Geng Bin leave?

Wang Zhuo shook his head, caught between laughter and tears, knowing a phone call wouldn't bring those boys back. He sighed and dialed another number instead.

“Director Wang, what are your orders?” A crisp, excited voice replied on the other end, making Wang Zhuo briefly doubt if he had chosen the right person. “Siyuan, what are you doing?” On the line, Xiao San’er longed to joke that she was keeping the house empty, but after Wang Zhuo's repeated gentle pressure, she had managed to cultivate a shred of modesty.

So, she told the truth: “I’m learning to brew Gongfu tea.” Wang Zhuo immediately felt comforted; this was precisely what a proper lady should be doing. “Do me a favor, Siyuan.

Pack up and leave right now. Take a cab to the BB Karaoke on Yuxiang Road.” “Okay, I’ll be there in thirty minutes.” Siyuan cheerfully agreed at once.

She had been the one providing voice navigation for Wang Zhuo when he arrived earlier, so she was already quite familiar with the location. Qi Fei was out of town these past two days, leaving her alone at home; she had long wanted to drop by Wang Zhuo’s place anyway.

Earlier, during navigation, she had assumed Wang Zhuo was going out to sing with classmates and had repeatedly begged to join the fun, but Wang Zhuo had refused. Meanwhile, the disheveled Dong Shu, Wang Yi, and the thuggish security guards were being treated at a hospital.

Wang Yi was still in surgery, leaving Cao Zihao nowhere to vent his fury. According to the doctor, Wang Yi’s operation required cutting the skin from the side of his ear, peeling back half of his facial skin to realign shattered bone fragments.

Furthermore, based on the X-ray images, his injuries were severe; it was unlikely he would ever look completely the same, and if he cared about his appearance, cosmetic correction would be necessary afterward. Imagining Wang Yi with a crooked mouth and a scarred face, Cao Zihao felt a shared sorrow for Dong Shu’s plight, but also secretly congratulated himself.

If he hadn't behaved so well just then, and if that man Wang had done the same to him, how would he live the rest of his life? Dong Shu, initially seething with rage and planning revenge on Wang Zhuo when the chance arose, abandoned the idea after Cao Zihao’s earnest persuasion.

As for the terms of selling off the karaoke bar, he had no choice but to swallow his pride and anger—what choice did he have when his arm couldn't twist the thigh? In truth, his father’s backing was only marginally stronger than Cao Zihao’s father, a Discipline Inspection Commission director.

Compared to Qin Xue, who stood behind Wang Zhuo, the difference was like heaven and earth. The sheer speed of Shengshi Dynasty’s rise was evidence enough of how vigorously Qin Xue supported Wang Zhuo.

How could Dong Shu dare to seek revenge on this rising star close to a future central leader? Did he wish for his entire family to emigrate?

“So, we just let this matter drop?” After having a temporary tooth installed, Dong Shu could finally speak clearly without his words whistling. “We should pray that he is willing to let it drop,” Cao Zihao sighed bitterly.

“Who did we have to provoke, of all people? This guy is the hottest topic in all of Jiangzhou right now.” Dong Shu fell silent, realizing he had become a minor monster crushed beneath Ultraman’s boot without even noticing.

“We deserve this bad luck,” Cao Zihao lamented, “for not saying anything when those students acted like complete fools and didn't mention who they knew when they got beaten up.” He thought to himself that if someone had just whispered that they knew Wang Zhuo, the situation wouldn't have escalated this far. Dong Shu nodded repeatedly through clenched teeth: “Damn it all, what a complete waste!” … During the agonizing half-hour wait, Wang Zhuo even scrutinized Bai Lu’s shoe size, cup measurements, waist circumference, and other details.

To him, a beauty clothed was more visually engaging than one undressed. Clothing concealed flaws; it could transform an ordinary woman into a beauty or make an already beautiful woman even more exquisite.

If he had to find a fault with Bai Lu, perhaps it was that she wasn't thin enough. Given her height, she could easily be a model, but she lacked that final degree of slenderness.

As his thoughts wandered, Siyuan arrived precisely on time. The manager waiting at the door quickly ushered her into the lobby and escorted her to the elevator.

Entering the manager’s lounge, Wang Zhuo was already waiting in the sitting area. The moment he saw her, he smiled, “Why the new hairstyle?” Siyuan’s hair wasn’t long, just brushing her shoulders.

He hadn’t realized she had cut it into layered, choppy bangs, which lent her a hint of girlish charm. She grinned and turned her head side to side.

“Does this make me look more mature? Is it pretty?” “A little more mature,” Wang Zhuo grinned, nodding.

“Maybe six months more mature.” The young girl’s face immediately fell. Pouting, she sat down by the sofa.

Wang Zhuo stated his purpose clearly and concisely: “There was an accident. A friend of mine was given a sedative and needs to be taken to a hotel to sleep.

She’s a woman, and it’s awkward for me to take her alone.” Siyuan’s big eyes blinked rapidly. “A woman?

Where is she? Let me see.” Wang Zhuo pointed to the partially closed bedroom door.

“She’s inside. Go take a look.” Siyuan immediately stood up, walked over quickly, and pushed the door open to enter.

What greeted her sight was a large beauty sprawled on the bed, lying in a starfish position, one leg draped over the rumpled duvet. One of her hands rested inside her short vest near her stomach, and her spread legs were oriented toward Siyuan’s entrance—a rather indecent posture.

Wang Zhuo had no idea that by covering Bai Lu with a blanket earlier, intending to make the scene look more respectable, the opposite effect had occurred, leading Siyuan to the wrong conclusions. This woman is huge, Siyuan gasped, stepping closer.

After observing Bai Lu’s head-to-body ratio, she immediately concluded the woman was a full head taller than herself, likely over 1.75 meters. A flood of questions hit the young girl’s mind: Who is this woman?

What is her relationship with Director Wang? Who gave her the sleeping pills?

What exactly happened here? Her mind raced, and then she suddenly decided to ask nothing.

If Director Wang wanted her to know, he would tell her; if he didn't, asking was pointless. This was the moment to demonstrate her usefulness, not to cause a scene.

Exiting the room, she shrugged and laughed, “She’s sleeping so deeply, I suppose I’ll have to carry her downstairs, but I definitely can’t manage her myself.” … It was less like carrying and more like Wang Zhuo was hoisting Bai Lu down the stairs. A deeply sleeping person won’t naturally wrap their arms around the carrier’s shoulders; they might slump sideways at any moment, and just supporting the hips proved useless.

With the help of the security manager, they finally managed to cram the tall, long-limbed, large woman into a taxi. Even Wang Zhuo, with his excellent physique, broke into a light sweat.

She wasn't heavy, but carrying her awkward weight was strenuous. Once this jinx was successfully sent away, the security manager and the store manager breathed a collective sigh of relief and immediately called Dong Shu.

Inside the taxi, Siyuan, seated in the front passenger seat, turned back and complained, “My sister is wonderful in every way, except her constitution is too weak; she gets heatstroke just from a little sun.” This was a story Wang Zhuo had fed her, and the little girl mimicked it convincingly. In the back seat, Bai Lu leaned against Wang Zhuo’s arm, a handkerchief placed over her head, ensuring the driver wouldn't be able to tell if she was suffering from heatstroke or simply asleep.

Arriving at the hotel Wang Zhuo had booked by phone, the two repeated their maneuver, carrying Bai Lu into the room. Their major task was thus completed.

“Oh!” Siyuan suddenly cried out, annoyed. “I lost her shoe!

She must have forgotten it when we got into the car.” “When she wakes up, you go out and buy her a new pair,” Wang Zhuo waved his hand dismissively. Bai Lu’s financial situation seemed modest; all her attire looked inexpensive.

That pair of sandals was probably not worth more than fifty yuan. Losing it didn't matter.

There was a bustling commercial street downstairs; she could buy a new pair easily. “Money,” the young girl demanded, holding out her hand.

This little money-grubber, Wang Zhuo thought, pulling out his wallet with resignation and handing her a wad of cash. “Is this enough?” Siyuan counted it—it was a full thousand yuan.

She couldn't help but mutter softly, “A thousand yuan for a pair of shoes? That generous… I wonder what their relationship is.” “Don’t go out tonight.

Just stay in the room and watch TV. Lock the door, and call me if anything happens.” After giving instructions, Wang Zhuo stood up to leave.

“If she falls onto the floor, I won’t be able to move her,” Siyuan protested unhappily. She had hoped to spend the evening alone in the room with Director Wang, but he intended to just walk away.

“Then just let her sleep on the floor,” Wang Zhuo remained unmoved. Siyuan’s eyes darted around, and then she asked, “What if she sleeps too deeply and wets the bed?” That was indeed a genuine problem.

Wang Zhuo considered it for a moment, realizing he was only creating trouble for himself, because even if she did wet the bed, would he really be expected to help change her? With a decisive wave of his hand, he stated firmly, “I don’t care about any of that.

Everything is your responsibility now. You are not allowed to leave this room until she wakes up.

Do you hear me?” A few minutes later, Siyuan was leaning against the window, watching his taxi pull away, pouting and humming discontentedly, “I wish the whole place would catch fire and burn us all to death.” …A