He considered many things, some tangible, some abstract, some simple, and some complex. If it was a boy, what name should they give him?

If it was a girl, should she take the mother's surname? His mind was a mess, and even these questions, which were by no means urgent, popped up.

Qi Fei had given him a month to consider, allowing him to make a decision after deep reflection. Although Wang Zhuo was much more mature than his peers, he was only twenty years old.

In an era where late marriage was the norm, he rarely thought about such matters, but when Qi Fei brought it up, he realized that even though he was only in his sophomore year of university, he was genuinely facing this issue. While he was lost in his own thoughts in the RV, at Meng Mingliang's house, Qi Fei was also explaining her thoughts to Guan Yingying.

Women understood women better. After moving past her initial surprise, Guan Yingying quickly put herself in Qi Fei's shoes and felt that this matter indeed needed to be put on the agenda, and the sooner the better.

After all, while science considers women over thirty-five in their first pregnancy as advanced maternal age, having the first child too late posed disadvantages for both mother and child, which required careful consideration. "He will definitely agree," Guan Yingying asserted with confidence.

"You don't need to worry about anything." Qi Fei gave a wry smile and shook her head. "It's easy for you to say.

Even if he agrees, what about his father? And Gan Lin?

What about the child's status? There are too many issues to consider here." "His father?" Guan Yingying chuckled lightly.

"We've met that person, haven't we? I get the feeling he's quite the womanizer.

Wang Zhuo must have inherited that gene from him. If a man like that knew he had a house full of descendants, wouldn't he be ecstatic?" "That's true..." Qi Fei nodded slightly, agreeing with Guan Yingying's words.

"As for Gan Lin," Guan Yingying shrugged casually, "I think her personality is similar to yours in many ways. You're not the only one who spoils Wang Zhuo." "That's not certain," Qi Fei pouted.

"Think about it, if you were her, and your boyfriend had a child outside, and he brought the child back for you to accept, would you agree?" "It's not a choice between two options," Guan Yingying smiled slyly. "What if she doesn't agree?

Here you have yourself, me, and the child of you and Wang Zhuo. Over there, she is alone.

If she refuses, who do you think Wang Zhuo will choose, her, or us?" Qi Fei was rendered speechless. "Don't worry about this matter at all.

Wang Zhuo will definitely handle it," Guan Yingying comforted Qi Fei, and in doing so, comforted herself. "I hope so," Qi Fei sighed softly.

"Come on, let's pick a few names for the future baby first." Guan Yingying cheerfully pulled out a tablet computer. Since the cell signal base station was installed in Taoyuan Village, they could now access the internet wirelessly.

... Loaded with abundant gifts from the villagers, Wang Zhuo and his group embarked on their journey home.

In addition to the original eight people, the RV now carried two little guests: Village Chief Meng Mingliang's second daughter, Meng Shengnan, and his third daughter, Meng Shengdi. The two girls were fifteen and fourteen, respectively.

Pure-hearted like a blank slate from their secluded utopia, they were filled with longing and curiosity for this life-altering trip. Meng Shengdi was currently oblivious to her own future, but Meng Shengnan had already mentally marked Wang Zhuo as her future man.

Taoyuan Village did not adhere to strict feudal customs of male superiority, but due to a scarcity of men, it had naturally evolved into a male-centric patriarchal society. Thus, in Meng Shengnan's mind, Wang Zhuo represented the destiny for both her and her sister—a path set in stone, unchangeable regardless of external circumstances.

Wang Zhuo was unaware of her inner thoughts. In his view, in this socialist society where women held up half the sky, women whose lives revolved around a man had long since become extinct.

After passing the border into Anhui Province, Wang Zhuo spent three days in deep contemplation and finally settled everything. That afternoon, he called Qi Fei and Guan Yingying up to the second-floor bedroom for a private consultation.

Since the money transport truck and the Land Rover were left at the mining site, all ten people returning were traveling in the RV, driving during the day and resting at service areas at night. On this bright and sunny afternoon, everyone except the two drivers was relaxing in the living area at the rear of the ground floor, enjoying the scenery and playing cards—a picture of leisure.

Wang Zhuo used the pretense of discussing work to summon Qi Fei and Guan Yingying, specifically instructing Shengnan and Shengdi to follow their older sisters and learn to play cards. Everyone else heard his words and immediately understood the implication: he had something important to discuss, and they should prevent Shengnan, Shengdi, or anyone else from coming upstairs to interrupt.

After closing the door, Wang Zhuo smiled and asked Qi Fei, "Sis, do you like Singapore?" The question seemed random and unconnected, but Qi Fei understood instantly, nodding with a smile. "Singapore's medical care and education are world-class, and the public safety is excellent too.

I like it very much." "Then Singapore it is," Wang Zhuo chuckled, scratching his head. "But probably not in the short term—I mean, within about six months." "Why not?" Guan Yingying asked.

"For optimal pre-conception health, of course," Wang Zhuo spread his hands. "Abstaining from alcohol, regulating our bodies...

Sis, you'll have to stop using your lipstick and nail polish, and those SPA treatments too. I think we should skip those.

Better to avoid restaurants too often; food additives are terrifying." "We understand all that," Guan Yingying shook her head. "But isn't six months a bit too long?" "There's also my reason," Wang Zhuo said with a bitter smile.

"I checked online these past few days. Hot spring water with high temperatures can suppress sperm vitality.

Experts recommend that men hoping to become fathers should avoid hot springs or long hot baths for six months, as well as working in high-temperature environments." "Suppress vitality?" Guan Yingying was caught between laughter and tears. "Why worry about that?

As long as conception happens, it’s fine." "The quality would be poor," Wang Zhuo shook his head solemnly. In the past few days, he had meticulously used his X-ray vision to observe his own body in detail.

Clinically, 'low vitality' covers a wide range, including deformed or abnormal sperm in the count, but these lower-quality sperm can occasionally lead to conception, only to fail within seconds, minutes, hours, or days. Afterward, the incompletely split tissues are reabsorbed by the body, often without notice.

This could mean losing a month at best, or resulting in miscarriage or birth defects at worst. Therefore, from the perspective of eugenics, fertility experts advise prospective fathers to quit smoking, drinking, and all bad habits to ensure the quality of the sperm.

Wang Zhuo's recent hot spring excursion was precisely antithetical to the goals of eugenics. Although the impact might be minuscule, for a perfectionist, it was unacceptable.

Indeed, after he brought up the relevant popular science information on his computer for Qi Fei and Guan Yingying to see, both women sighed softly. If Qi Fei had already been pregnant, there would be nothing more to say; they would have proceeded with the birth after confirming the fetus was healthy.

But since they were only planning the schedule now, they had to push the timeline back six months. "Six months it is, then.

Just as you said, we'll make thorough preparations across the board," Guan Yingying shifted her stance quite quickly, immediately listing requirements. "You two stop eating things like fried dough sticks and hot pot.

I'm not even fully confident in 'safe meats' like Shuanghui and Yurun—let's just eat wild boar from now on!" "Domestic fruits have ripening agents, coloring agents, bulking agents—over a hundred different agents. From now on, we eat imported ones.

Vegetables have pesticide residues, so let's invest in building a vegetable base in the suburbs, the kind where pests are removed by hand. I heard that Scholar Qin only eats those specially supplied vegetables?" "Wang Zhuo's lifestyle habits are decent; he manages to exercise regularly and doesn't stay up late much, but that habit of eating random roadside BBQ needs to go.

Sis, you must stick with your yoga; that's very important." "Oh, and Wang Zhuo's major courses at school aren't great—he's messing around with bones, slabs of meat, earthworms, and rabbits all day; it's too disgusting. I think for the next six months, he should just skip classes more often." She chattered on for a long time.

Qi Fei smiled without speaking. Wang Zhuo initially took notes diligently, but as her ideas became more erratic and endless, he couldn't help but say with a mixture of amusement and frustration, "Hey, Sister Ying, if we follow your list, what is left for us to eat, do, or enjoy?" Guan Yingying shot him an indignant look, retorting, "You really don't know gratitude.

I'm just trying to prevent you from having a son with three eyes." She used "three eyes" to describe a birth defect, but Wang Zhuo interpreted it differently, linking it to another thought: Would the X-ray vision be hereditary? "You don't know the depth of a parent's love until you raise a child," Qi Fei mused.

"We haven't even conceived, and it’s already this troublesome. I wonder how many more difficulties await us in the future." Wang Zhuo and Guan Yingying nodded in shared understanding.

"Why don't you start preparing with me tomorrow?" Qi Fei suddenly turned to Guan Yingying, teasingly smiling. "We can get pregnant and give birth at the same time, and you'll have company." Although Guan Yingying was usually quite forward with her teasing, she blushed deeply at the suggestion and waved her hands repeatedly.

"No way! If I have a baby, my figure will be ruined.

I never want to give birth in this lifetime!" Qi Fei smiled faintly and said, "When you get a few years older, you won't think that way." "We'll talk about it then," Guan Yingying playfully made a face. "That way, I can learn from your experience, and you can even help me babysit later." Wang Zhuo, standing to the side, raised his right thumb and praised with a grin, "Sister Ying is indeed good at accounting; you've certainly made a fine calculation." Guan Yingying immediately punched him lightly and huffed, "No matter how good the calculation, doesn't it all end up benefiting you anyway?" "Look what you're saying; aren't we one family?" Wang Zhuo, with a fawning expression, spread his arms and put them around both her and Qi Fei's shoulders.

Qi Fei quickly shook off his arm, fearing he would press his luck, and huffed, "What one family? I haven't agreed to your business yet!" Saying that, she pushed the door open and walked out quickly.

Wang Zhuo was slightly startled. Guan Yingying chuckled softly and said, "She just doesn't agree to playing 'Fighting the Landlord.' I can't make headway on that issue; you'll have to figure that one out yourself."