In this novel, there are two rather controversial supporting characters who are disliked by some readers, yet they live quite comfortably and happily. They are Wang Zhuo’s unscrupulous friend and loyal follower, Fatty Long Jin Chengyou, and Wang Zhuo’s philandering father, Wang Zhengdao.

Wang Zhuo knew full well that Wang Zhengdao was no saint, but kinship could not be altered. Thus, even though his father played around outside, Wang Zhuo continued to support and indulge him, caring only for his happiness.

As for the notion that Wang Zhengdao having affairs with married women undermined social morality and public order, Wang Zhuo felt that wasn't necessarily the case. Everyone possessed their own internal moral compass.

His father didn't force his will upon others; everything was consensual. Right and wrong should be judged by the participants themselves; it was none of Wang Zhuo’s business to intervene, nor did he have the inclination to.

Perhaps this was an unconventional form of filial piety. As for the troublesome Fatty Long, while he was sleazy and vulgar, he wasn't malicious or despicable.

Moreover, he never bullied anyone, suggesting he probably wouldn't commit any truly egregious sins that would invite heavenly wrath. As the saying goes, no man is perfect.

Wang Zhuo found him quite useful, so he kept him as a friend. Compared to the outwardly flamboyant Fatty Long, Wang Zhuo was far more disdainful of associating with those sanctimonious hypocrites—the kind who put on one face in front of you and another behind your back, taking advantage of you while secretly calling you an idiot, who flock to you for favors when you succeed but are the first to disappear when you stumble.

Better to have no friends like that at all. ...

Since Qin Siqing couldn't make it back in time, her classmate temporarily left the kitten at a neighbor's house before rushing to the airport. The accumulated rainwater wasn't receding, and traffic in many parts of Jiangzhou City was temporarily paralyzed.

The two girls were also stuck at Wang Zhuo's home for the time being, unable to return. "The forecast says it will rain for the next three days," Siyuan reported to Wang Zhuo.

Wang Zhuo responded with a thoughtful hum, lifted his head, looked through the curtain of rain outside, his gaze extending to the farthest point as he surveyed the cloud cover. Qin Siqing gasped, "If this rain keeps up, we might face disaster." "Let's go to the supermarket," Wang Zhuo retracted his gaze and smiled.

"If the rain continues like this, vegetables and non-staple foods from other regions won't get in, and the water supply system could also be paralyzed. We should prepare for a rainy day." Qin Siqing asked, rather surprised, "It won't be that exaggerated, will it?" "Better safe than sorry!" Siyuan excitedly jumped off the bed.

"Let's go grocery shopping!" Qin Siqing replied with a wry smile, "How can we go out dressed like this?" "I have a way," Siyuan chirped, circling around Wang Zhuo and dashing toward another bedroom. In a short while, she returned, having sourced two pairs of open-crotch leggings from Fatty Long's collection, and playfully pushed Wang Zhuo out of the room, handing one pair to Qin Siqing.

"Where did these strange things come from?" Qin Siqing couldn't help but laugh wryly when she saw the preview image on the packaging wrapper. "They were left here by one of Director Wang's classmates.

There are lots more, like these, and these..." Siyuan giggled while gesturing with her hands around her body. The two girls studied them for a moment before figuring out which way was front and which was back.

After putting them on and checking themselves in the mirror, they looked somewhat suitable for lounging at home; wearing them outside wouldn't be too conspicuous. "But my bra isn't dry yet," Qin Siqing voiced another difficulty.

She was a grown woman now; she couldn't exactly go out with her nipples showing, could she? Siyuan grinned slyly, holding up two small plastic packages that resembled the common Durex or James Bond condoms found in supermarkets.

It turned out they were two sets of breast pasties, covered in foreign language instructions. The two girls laughed, each taking one pack and applying them according to the diagrams.

"This is my first time using one of these," Qin Siqing lowered her top, smoothed the fabric, and found it quite novel that the two bumps on her chest were gone. Siyuan nodded, "Me too." The one Qin Siqing wore was blue and heart-shaped; Siyuan’s was red and kiss-shaped.

They felt slightly sticky against the skin at first, but once properly adhered, they became imperceptible, feeling as light as nothing at all. "These are much better.

I think I won't bother with bras anymore; I'll just use these," Siyuan commented. After getting dressed, the two arrived in the living room.

Wang Zhuo was online paying overdue fines for his car. Jiangzhou managed traffic violations through fines rather than strict enforcement; as long as you were willing to spend money, you could park illegally, run red lights, cross solid lines, or slightly exceed the speed limit for 200 yuan per offense.

Wang Zhengdao hadn't accrued a single violation in the past month, which struck Wang Zhuo as odd. Had his father suddenly reformed?

"Brother Wang Zhuo, we can go now," Qin Siqing called out to him. "Alright, coming right up." Wang Zhuo swiftly paid the 1,800 yuan in parking fines for Guan Yingying’s Beetle, cursed the highway robbery, closed the laptop, and stood up.

"What's truly black?" Siyuan asked curiously. Wang Zhuo gave a wry smile.

"Yingying has 1,800 yuan in parking fines this month. I don't know why." Money wasn't an issue for him, but being fined such a large, inexplicable amount irritated him.

Qin Siqing laughed. "She must have parked in some place that recently installed a speed camera.

200 yuan each time, nine times makes 1,800." "I'll check it for her when we get back," Siyuan huffed, pouting. "There isn't an electronic eye in Jiangzhou that I can't find.

Let's see what's going on." "Little Third," Qin Siqing patted her shoulder, "that's illegal." "But I support you." Wang Zhuo was speechless. Laws, he thought, were truly meant for the common folk.

Look at what the daughter of the Municipal Party Secretary said—Go for it, I support you. So, Wang Zhuo led the two tall lolis downstairs.

Both were still wearing his outer coats, making their trio quite a striking sight on the street. Fortunately, Jiangzhou was a city where one could wear anything in public; it even had a pajama culture, so the girls' attire wasn't excessively shocking.

Moreover, both were exceptionally pure and beautiful, preventing onlookers from jumping to scandalous conclusions. However, when Wang Zhuo bent over to shake the sand out of his slippers, and stood up, a strong gust of wind swept past him, lifting the hems of the two girls' clothes and revealing a sight that made his blood rush.

At that moment, he remembered—he hadn't let off steam for several days; relying on Miss Five wasn't sustainable. The two girls quickly pressed down their clothes.

When they turned back, they saw Wang Zhuo adjusting the front of his beach shorts. If it had been experienced women like Qi Fei, Guan Yingying, or Gan Lin, they would have instantly guessed the reason for his adjustment.

These two, however, paused for a moment before realizing, then giggled and turned away, running a short distance off. Wang Zhuo wasn't the only one who foresaw the flood and material shortages.

Quite a few residents from nearby areas had already reached the supermarket, mostly older retired folks. The supermarket staff were busy, and the prices of some vegetables had quietly been marked up.

The trio went on a big shopping spree. Finally, Wang Zhuo bought two skateboards, lashed them together to form a simple cart—resembling the snow sleds Northern children play with in winter—and bought jump ropes from the sporting goods section to tie onto it, giving one rope to each girl to pull.

Seeing them purchase two cases of bottled water immediately inspired many other shoppers. Some immediately called water delivery services to send them bottled water, while others realized bottled water delivery would be impossible at this moment and decided to buy two cases of bottled water first, then call family members to come and pick them up.

While pulling the cart, Siyuan was secretly delighted, wishing the rain would intensify further so she could legitimately stay over. Furthermore, with poor transportation, Wang Zhuo wouldn't be able to leave.

Once Sister Xiaoyue left, it would be just him and her. Seeing her grin so widely, Qin Siqing asked curiously, "What's making you so happy?" Siyuan casually replied, "When I was little, I always hoped for heavy rain or snow so I wouldn't have to go to school and could just play." What a simple child...

Qin Siqing nodded in empathetic agreement, unaware that Siyuan's thoughts were far from simple. Wang Zhuo walked ahead, carrying a large bag of vegetables, with the two girls easily following behind, pulling the skateboards.

The heavy rain transitioned into a dense, continuous downpour, as if the sky itself had burst open. "Buzz—" His phone vibrated loudly.

Wang Zhuo tucked the umbrella under his shoulder and pulled it out to see a call from Xiao Wanjun. "Wang Zhuo," Xiao Wanjun said with a wry smile.

"The roads are completely blocked. The car sent to pick up Siqing has broken down.

Two main routes between your place and the Municipal Committee building are impassable; one would have to detour from the opposite direction." "Is the disaster that severe?" Wang Zhuo asked, quite surprised. "Then don't bother coming to get her.

I'll drive her back." "That might be difficult," Xiao Wanjun hesitated. "If this rain continues, other areas will quickly face disasters too.

Besides, cars can't drive fast, and accidents causing gridlock are highly likely. I worry if you get stuck in traffic halfway there, you'll be caught between a rock and a hard place." "It sounds like wartime," Wang Zhuo scratched his head, unable to suppress a laugh.

"I also have a friend's sister staying at my place; it looks like neither of them will be able to go back." Another girl? Xiao Wanjun paused in surprise.

"Please give the phone to Siqing; I need to say a few words to her." Wang Zhuo handed the phone to Qin Siqing, jerking his chin. "Secretary Xiao is calling." After Qin Siqing briefly explained the situation to Xiao Wanjun, the second-in-command secretary to Secretary Qin had a solution.

Since Qin Siqing had a young girl for company, the situation was easier to manage. She could stay at Wang Zhuo's place for the time being until traffic cleared up.

A short while later, Qin Siqing hung up and smiled at Wang Zhuo, "It seems I might be staying at your place tonight." "You're very welcome, very welcome," Wang Zhuo nodded repeatedly. Siyuan, on the other hand, felt a mix of emotions.

She hoped the rain would ease slightly so this beautiful woman—who was either a third wheel or a distraction—would hurry away. Yet, she also worried that Director Wang might send her away too, wasting the opportunity for some one-on-one time with him.

While these three were lost in their own thoughts, inside a large commercial van parked by the roadside, a glamorous figure was discreetly observing them through the window while speaking confidently into her phone. "No mistake, it has to be your son.

Those two young girls are wearing his clothes, and they look no older than fifteen or sixteen."