Wang Zhuo felt that being responsible for the takeoff but not the landing was profoundly infuriating.

So, after Guan Yingying opened the door, he taught her a practical lesson, making her deeply understand that doing so was wrong, terribly wrong, and an act not to be repeated.

Another round of passionate intimacy followed. Guan Yingying lay languidly on the bed, her graceful curves resembling the undulating peaks of Xuefeng Mountain, the pink flush caused by intense excitement slowly receding from her skin.

Wang Zhuo rinsed off with warm water, and only after his muscles had cooled down did he emerge from the bathroom. He grabbed two cans of chilled herbal tea from the living room and entered the bedroom.

The slightly cool metal can rolled slowly across Guan Yingying's fair, smooth skin, instantly raising a scattering of goosebumps. A mischievous impulse struck Wang Zhuo. He popped open a can, poured a little of the tea into the small dimple located at the base of her spine, pursed his lips, and inhaled sharply.

"So ticklish," Guan Yingying immediately burst into giggles.

"Want another round?" Wang Zhuo asked with a smile.

Guan Yingying kicked her little legs and laughed over her shoulder, "No, it'll get sticky if we do it again soon."

"Then hurry up and take a shower," Wang Zhuo gave her shapely, full little bottom a firm pat, resulting in a crisp smack. The resilient flesh jiggled with an alluring ripple.

"A kiss first, then I'll go." Guan Yingying sprang up, wrapped her arms around Wang Zhuo, and planted a deep kiss on him, deliberately sweeping her tongue through his mouth before reluctantly letting go, then heading to the bathroom barefoot, just like that.

Wang Zhuo frowned slightly, smacked his lips, and gave a wry smile, "The taste is a bit strange."

As for why the taste was strange, such deeply personal matters were not meant for outsiders to know.

...

When Guan Yingying returned from rinsing off, he—having already achieved a second round—had surprisingly recovered his strength. His body seemed to move beyond the command of his will, itching to attempt a hat-trick.

"I'm not indulging your madness," Guan Yingying shook her head with a mixture of exasperation and amusement. "If we keep this up, we'll truly chafe raw."

Wang Zhuo mischievously inspected the area himself. Just as she said, the swelling hadn't subsided even after showering. Forget about another full session; he wouldn't last even a few minutes.

Defeated, he settled for a compromise. He gently toyed with Guan Yingying's earlobe, winking repeatedly at her.

"See?" Guan Yingying pointed to her own cheek with mild impatience. "I don't even have the strength to talk; my whole body has been sore for ages."

Wang Zhuo immediately flushed with embarrassment.

"If you can't satisfy me..." Guan Yingying chuckled, lying prone on Wang Zhuo, her cheek resting against his chest. She whispered playfully, "Why don't we confess to Sister Qi Fei? Then the three of us can play Landlord."

"Play Landlord?" Wang Zhuo let out a sudden laugh. "Are you suggesting we play 'Flying Together'?"

"If she agrees, I don't mind," Guan Yingying laughed coyly. "But I really don't want to taste anyone else's flavor; I can't handle those fancy moves from the adult films."

Wang Zhuo’s mind instantly conjured images of certain scenes inappropriate for minors, especially including the specific maneuvers Guan Yingying had mentioned. His blood instantly surged, his heart pounded, and his legs felt suddenly weak.

Sometimes, when describing a lecherous man, people say he gets dizzy and weak-kneed at the sight of a beautiful woman. This is actually a metaphor: the blood flow rapidly concentrates in one area, causing temporary symptoms like dizziness or weakness in other organs due to sudden blood loss.

Seeing that his temporarily flaccid appendage had sprung back to attention within moments, Guan Yingying burst into laughter again. "Such an enthusiastic response! It seems you’re really keen on being the Landlord."

"Nonsense. How can there be landlords in a capitalist country?" Wang Zhuo feigned seriousness. "Landlords only exist in feudal society. That’s not fashionable anymore."

Guan Yingying pulled a face. "Then I won't ask her."

"Wait, don't!" Wang Zhuo instantly adopted a fawning smile. "Tell me first, how do you plan to approach her?"

"That’s simple enough?" Guan Yingying ran her hand over Wang Zhuo’s smooth skin, freshly shaved, and said confidently, "I'll find an opportunity to ask her, saying that I’ve fallen for you and asking what I should do. She’ll definitely sigh and advise me that loving you is fruitless and I should cut my losses immediately. Right?"

"Yes, she would definitely say that," Wang Zhuo nodded.

Guan Yingying continued, "Then I’ll ask her what her plans are. She’ll surely say she can only take things one step at a time, just seeing what happens."

Wang Zhuo nodded again. Knowing Qi Fei as well as he did, he could naturally guess that Qi Fei's response would be exactly as Guan Yingying predicted.

Guan Yingying smiled slyly. "Once she says that, I’ll say I’ll take things one step at a time too. Then she’ll keep trying to dissuade me, and I’ll pretend to get angry and call her stingy for not being willing to share with me."

Wang Zhuo pondered the analysis. Can a man share? The general answer is no, but Qi Fei’s position was akin to that of a third party, so Guan Yingying’s suggestion might actually put her in a difficult spot.

"She'll definitely call me childish, and then I'll just laugh it off and change the subject. Then it will be your turn in a few days to work on her. I know she’s completely obedient to you. With me softening the ground first, if you bring it up, it’s guaranteed to work."

Having spoken, Guan Yingying playfully flashed a victory sign.

It was that easy to play Landlord? Wang Zhuo laughed out loud, and the more he thought about it, the more viable the plan seemed. Qi Fei had a soft disposition and hated being pestered, and her attitude toward him was exceptionally indulgent. Even if her modesty prevented her from agreeing to share, this tactic would at least force a public acknowledgment of his relationship with Guan Yingying.

As for whether she would agree to the sharing itself, that was even easier to arrange. Wang Zhuo had already devised a hundred ways to make it happen. With Guan Yingying’s cooperation, how could Qi Fei possibly refuse?

"A female Zhuge Liang," Wang Zhuo gave Guan Yingying a thumbs-up. "Then it’s settled. Find a suitable time and just go for it."

...

Modern women have complexities that their predecessors could never grasp—perhaps that’s the root of the generation gap.

Guan Yingying had completely come to terms with things. Life is short; one should enjoy every moment to the fullest. Her current situation was not bad at all. Marriage, ultimately, was just a certificate. Poor people with a certificate still can't afford quality higher education for their children, while rich people with a hundred children can ensure every one lives in luxury.

Issues like a lack of fatherly love or rebellious extremism are entirely dependent on the individual. Talented people emerge even among left-behind children, just as scoundrels are raised by doting parents.

Moreover, Guan Yingying had no confidence in breaking off this relationship with Wang Zhuo. So, she decided to see it through to the end. Happiness was the most important thing. Since things were going well now, and the future looked promising, why make trouble for herself?

The only flaw was Wang Zhuo’s tendency toward philandery. However, through numerous conversations with him, Guan Yingying had been unconsciously indoctrinated. She now genuinely believed that a successful man should have three wives and four concubines, surrounded by beauties, because that conformed to the laws of nature—allowing superior genes to propagate widely was the essence of natural selection.

Wang Zhuo’s twisted reasoning was a synthesis of ideas gleaned from Fei Long and Wang Zhengdao, supplemented by some theoretical knowledge borrowed from medical school. He was dedicated to getting his women to accept this theory, and this project had already achieved significant success.

"If acute appendicitis were an incurable disease, humanity would have no such ailment in a few decades."

"If humans with severe hereditary diseases voluntarily sterilized themselves, those diseases would quickly vanish."

"Morality and law suppress much of the natural law's necessary survival of the fittest; this violates natural order. For instance, in most primate groups, it's polygynous—only the alpha male can pass on his superior genes; lower-status males must remain celibate..."

"It is better to share an excellent man with other women than to monopolize an inferior one."

Wang Zhuo deliberately ignored the social evolution of humanity, such as how monogamous societies are more stable and beneficial for the current age. He analyzed and described things purely from a primal level, and since the women were not experts in these fields, his smooth talking initially made them laugh, then they began to have lingering doubts, and finally, they developed the deep conviction seen in Guan Yingying.

Coincidentally, Wang Zhuo’s QQ screen name was "The Priest," and he was indeed cultivating the aura of a charismatic fraud.

...

Late September, the golden breeze brought coolness.

The temperature in Jiangzhou finally began to drop. After completing a "brainwashing" session on Gan Lin, Wang Zhuo boarded a southbound bus.

His destination was the Taoyuan Copper Mine, located at the intersection of Yunnan, Guizhou, and Guangxi provinces.

Accompanying him, of course, were Qi Fei and Guan Yingying, along with Wang Zhuo's cousin, Lu Weimin, and four female bodyguards hired by Lu Weimin for them.

The executives and staff of Shengshi Dynasty Mining Company, however, traveled by plane. Logically, the three of them should have flown too, but they switched to the bus specifically to achieve their "Landlord" objective.

The reason Guan Yingying gave was that they could enjoy the scenery along the way, treating it like a vacation tour. Wang Zhuo seconded the motion, and Qi Fei unsuspectingly boarded the pirate ship.

The convoy consisted of four vehicles in total, though only three usually traveled on the road, as the red Lotus sports car was stowed inside the belly of the Mercedes Benz RV.

The other two vehicles included Wang Zhengdao’s Land Rover Range Rover. Now that his son was wealthy, the father had upgraded his own vehicle, so this Range Rover was retired. Given its decent off-road capability, Wang Zhuo simply allocated it to the Taoyuan Copper Mine for leadership travel.

The other vehicle was an armored cash-in-transit truck custom-ordered from Jiangzhou. Its future purpose would be to transport monthly salaries to the mine workers. Once the mine was fully operational, thousands of employees would require millions in wages monthly, making such a vehicle quite necessary in that remote area.

Two of the female bodyguards held Type A driver’s licenses, allowing them to operate this large RV. Lu Weimin, having retired from the military, possessed a special vehicle license and ample driving experience. He recently obtained an endorsement upgrade, adding another capable RV driver to their ranks.

As for Wang Zhuo, he could only drive comfortably within the jurisdiction of Jiangzhou; outside his immediate territory, his A2 license became less effective. A