The Demon Sovereign, reincarnated, transforms into a jailer for the Immortal Sect, overseeing convicts of the highest order. Concealing himself in the world, he seizes hidden treasures, battles colossal demons, and dictates his own fate—a new work by Shi San: Xian Jue, Book ID [omitted].

Wang Zhengdao had quite a few female acquaintances; politely termed confidantes, crudely called bedmates, or neutrally, lovers.

Wu Xueli was among them. She happened to work near Wang Zhuo’s apartment complex. After the torrential rain, she decided to stock up on daily necessities as a precaution, so she took the company’s van out, just in time to witness Wang Zhuo shopping for groceries with two young girls.

Wang Zhuo and Wu Xueli had actually never met face-to-face, but Wang Zhengdao frequently boasted to women about how handsome, capable, and outstanding his son was. Wu Xueli, being naturally curious, had sweet-talked Wang Zhengdao into giving her the password to his QQ Zone photo albums, where she had viewed many pictures of Wang Zhuo.

Knowing which complex Wang Zhuo lived in, she put two and two together and recognized him immediately.

“No way,” Wang Zhengdao chuckled, still denying it. “My son only likes U-girls. You know what I mean by U-girls? Mature women—the kind with big chests and lush figures. You said those two girls were slender types; clearly, that’s not Wang Zhuo’s flavor.”

“Whether it’s him or not, just look at the photo and see for yourself.” Wu Xueli wasted no time and sent Wang Zhengdao a picture message—a snapshot she had just captured.

In the photograph, Wang Zhuo was centered, flanked by two girls, one on each side. Three brightly colored umbrellas clustered together. The young man was on the phone, his head slightly bowed, while the two girls tilted their faces up, watching him with focused gazes. Coupled with the surrounding streetscape, the rainy backdrop, and the slight underexposure, this candid shot looked even more evocative and natural than a posed one. Talented young man, beautiful women, dressed in attire that sparked the imagination—the picture was quite sensational.

Wang Zhengdao stared at the photo for a moment before his mouth broke into an unstoppable grin. His son was a heroic figure, and he, the father, had sharp eyes too. The first time he met Qi Fei, he instinctively felt a connection between his son and that sexy woman. Although he didn't know that his own son was the one who had transformed Qi Fei into a th—he still had excellent intuition. And as for that Director Guan, Guan Yingying, Wang Zhengdao, an expert in romantic dalliances, couldn't help but notice the ambiguous relationship between her and his son. Thus, Old Wang had always assumed that while his son had a girlfriend his own age, he preferred women slightly older than him.

But this photo shattered Old Wang’s preconceptions. The girls in the picture were indeed, as Wu Xueli stated, aged between fifteen and seventeen, and each