Wang Zhuo was driving, and Siyuan answered, smiling brightly: "Sister Yingying, we just slipped out of the venue and are driving back now." "…But the reception just started?" Guan Yingying sounded surprised. "Jing Tianhui wasn't feeling well and was helped out of the venue," Siyuan chirped, chuckling.

"Since the main attraction has left, who else is there for us to hang out with?" "What? No way." Guan Yingying felt a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

Jing Tianhui was the ultimate boss of this 'Hongmen Banquet' [a feast set up as a trap], and for him to suddenly feel ill at this juncture was truly unexpected! "He was infuriated by Director Wang, I guarantee it!" Siyuan recounted the entire sequence of events with a smile.

On the other end of the line, Guan Yingying and Qi Fei finally understood: So, Jing Tianhui had been outmaneuvered by Wang Zhuo, lost both the battle and his composure, and then fled citing illness. "Let me speak to Wang Zhuo," Guan Yingying said.

Siyuan complied, fitting an earpiece into Wang Zhuo's ear, then activated the car's hands-free function, positioning the microphone towards him. "What is it?" Wang Zhuo asked.

Guan Yingying said, with a sly smile, "My relative hasn't left yet, so let's move the celebration to tomorrow!" Wang Zhuo's heart warmed. He chuckled dryly, "Whatever day you say, that's the day." "...Tomorrow is a safe period, you understand—" Just as she started this, Guan Yingying’s playful voice was cut off by Qi Fei.

Wang Zhuo only trusted one method of contraception: the most traditional withdrawal method. He couldn't get used to things like condoms, and he never allowed his women to take oral contraceptives.

This method generally has a high failure rate and carries many risks, but for Wang Zhuo, it was the optimal approach. In truth, his precautions weren't always entirely resolute, and the reason his women hadn't conceived was due to a very secret factor.

Science proves that the survival time of an ovum is generally 12 to 24 hours; occasionally, one lasting longer is considered quite rare. The diameter of an egg cell is about one millimeter, meaning the naked human eye can clearly perceive it.

At this point, everyone should understand: under his X-ray vision, merely half a second of scanning was enough to determine the current level of 'safety.' If there was no activity, he could act as he pleased; if there was, he would take care to avoid it. With such a sharp and invincible cheat device, avoiding creating a life was nothing short of effortless!

Many couples remain childless even after years of marriage, with medical examinations revealing no cause—it's simply a matter of probability. Consider if the female partner only offers a 12-hour window for conception each month, compounded by short-lived eggs or insufficient sperm vitality in the male, years of waiting would naturally pass without issue!

Wang Zhuo was a medical student. Although his ambition wasn't in Obstetrics or Andrology, he was extremely knowledgeable in these areas—precisely because he had many women.

Thus, he understood the physical condition of his women intimately, even tracking their ovulation cycles. Consequently, as long as he didn't intend it, an accident would not occur.

Since Siyuan was right beside Wang Zhuo, Guan Yingying kept her comments brief. After a few more words, she hung up.

Wang Zhuo told them he would first drop Siyuan back at school and then go home to sleep, but as he spoke, Siyuan’s small hand had already skillfully slid into the pocket of his loose suit trousers, covering 'that area' through the thin fabric. "I'm in my safe period too…" When she pulled her hand back from her phone, she looked like a little fox.

Wang Zhuo casually removed the Bluetooth earpiece and tossed it onto the dashboard. He glanced at her and grinned, "Your safe period doesn't seem very reliable, does it?" "Hmph!" Siyuan pouted, squeezing her fingers harder.

Wang Zhuo felt the intoxicating pressure delivered by her boneless little hand, shifting comfortably in his seat to spread his legs wider, providing her better access. The girl asked, "Aren't you a medical student?

Help me correct it." Her menstrual cycle had always been around forty days, remarkably punctual. Compared to other 'animals that bleed every month without dying,' she was spared three times the suffering annually—which was normally a good thing—but it made calculating the safe period complicated.

Wang Zhuo was instantly amused: "But I didn't study Gynecology." "Tch," Siyuan mumbled in dissatisfaction, "What Gynecology or not? I'm a girl, not a woman!" Wang Zhuo smiled helplessly; it was impossible to explain it to her!

"Even Shengdi's cycle is precise," Siyuan said with some annoyance. "Why is mine different?" "This is what we call innate talent," Wang Zhuo chuckled.

"This is the direction of human evolution. Future women should gradually evolve to have no periods, never suffering this trouble again, making all sanitary pad manufacturers switch to making diapers." "Then how is the ovulation cycle calculated?" Siyuan, at her young age, had quite a few concerns.

"Measure your temperature," Wang Zhuo's answer came out instantly—no wonder, given his specialized study of Obstetrics and Gynecology content… The two chatted like this all the way, discussing topics peers would never touch, pulling the car into Wang Zhuo's residential complex. "...Oh, right, Ning Yao asked me for one of your business cards," Siyuan suddenly mentioned.

"Why does she want my card?" Wang Zhuo asked, parking the car in the garage. "Why didn't she ask me directly and go through you instead?" "I don't know.

She asked when you were examining the raw materials," Siyuan chuckled coyly. "I got along well with her.

If you want to develop something with her, I can help." "Develop your head!" Wang Zhuo lightly tapped her forehead, saying, "She's twenty years older than you! She could be your mother!

She’s about the same age as my aunt. What nonsense are you thinking?" "I just said it casually, look how agitated you got." Siyuan felt no embarrassment at all.

She snatched the garage remote from Wang Zhuo’s hand and pressed the button, bringing the large door down. "You're so creative…" Wang Zhuo was speechless for a moment before offering praise.

The girl gracefully got out of the car, casually closing the door. She leaned back against the window frame, throwing Wang Zhuo a flirtatious wink: "Sir, want a betel nut?" Was she playing the role of the Betel Nut Beauty now?

Wang Zhuo quickly entered character, cleared his throat, and waved his left hand: "Come over here." She walked in a serpentine sway past the front of the car, coming right beside the driver's side. Wang Zhuo mimicked a widely circulated video, reaching his hand into the collar opening of the Betel Nut Beauty's top… Minutes later, the car door was wide open.

Wang Zhuo sat in his seat, legs resting on the ground outside the car, his left arm wrapped around the back of the seat for balance, his right hand gently resting on the girl's head, fingertips softly stroking her smooth hair. The garage's voice-activated light had long since gone out, leaving only the slowly flashing warning light of the open door.

Lit by the alternating dim and bright light, the girl's delicate, flower-like face was close at hand, in direct, intimate contact with Wang Zhuo's pride, waves of ecstasy washing over him. Siyuan’s upper garment had somehow slipped down to hang around her slender waist.

Under the amber light, her bare torso resembled the most exquisite piece of sculpted art, stimulating Wang Zhuo’s visual nerves. Occasionally, a faint sound of swallowing would break the silence of the garage, and at such moments, a contented smile played on Wang Zhuo’s lips.

She was the most precious gift heaven had bestowed upon Wang Zhuo. At this moment, even if the entire world’s wealth were offered in exchange, the answer Wang Zhuo would give would be just one short English word: No.

"Darling, I confirm it again—you are the best…" Wang Zhuo showered her with praise. In fact, each of his women was distinct, like plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum, each excelling in her own way, every one possessing strengths that could make him lose himself in pleasure.

But what Siyuan was demonstrating right now was her most outstanding aspect; Wang Zhuo was certain no one could surpass her in this regard! A man’s compliment was the best praise for a girl.

She immediately worked even harder, causing Wang Zhuo to let out a deep, short gasp of ecstasy. Time slipped away unnoticed.

Wang Zhuo believed that as long as he didn't call a halt, Siyuan could dedicate herself fully until dawn. It wasn't until the wall clock suddenly announced the time in a synthesized voice, "Beijing time, twenty-three hundred hours," that he suddenly realized he had gone too far!

Eleven o’clock meant the school dormitory doors were locked. He had spent a whole hour, and Siyuan couldn’t get back!

He was smiling ruefully, just about to speak, when the girl, at that exact moment, executed the 'Dragon Submerging into the Sea' maneuver again. The jade-and-gold twin-dragon clasp around her neck gently brushed against his sensitive spot, bringing a cool sensation.

Wang Zhuo felt a rare sense of losing control. Fortunately, Siyuan only explored for three to five seconds before quickly retreating; otherwise, a genuine volcanic eruption would have occurred!

Taking a steadying breath, she picked up the green tea held on the foot pedal and took a sip. Just as she was about to continue, Wang Zhuo quickly called for a halt.

"Wait a moment," Wang Zhuo said, chuckling wryly. "Didn't you hear the clock announcement just now?

It's past eleven!" "No, I didn't," Siyuan was momentarily stunned, then smiled suddenly. "I didn't hear anything at all.

Is it eleven already? Time flew by so fast?" Good heavens!

Wang Zhuo was speechless. He thought, this girl is even more immersed than I am, not even realizing how much time has passed!

"Then I can't go back?" Siyuan laughed carelessly. "Not going back is even better.

Let's go wild until dawn tonight!" "You really are quite wild…" Wang Zhuo affectionately stroked her pretty face, about to ask her to change and go upstairs with him, when the garage door suddenly beeped and slowly began to rise. Wang Zhuo was standing with his back against the rear of the car, facing the direction of the garage door, while Siyuan was crouched in front of him.

Both were disheveled; even a blind man could tell what had been happening. The voice-activated light turned on the moment the rolling door made a sound.

Siyuan turned towards the doorway in a fluster. Wang Zhuo was equally shocked by the sudden intrusion and momentarily forgot to pull up his pants hanging near his feet.

It happened in a flash, perhaps four or five seconds. The rolling door had only risen high enough for a table.

Two figures, holding hands, ducked low and slipped under the door into the garage. As soon as they straightened up, they were confronted with a highly intimate scene!