Having just returned from a flight that had not yet landed, and then being greeted by a pair of beauties fresh from their baths, Wang Zhuo felt a rush of blood to his head. He was going to enjoy the blessings of having two women to himself tonight!

At that moment, Wang Zhuo suddenly felt the urge to praise Old Master Qi for naming Qi Fei. What a great name—"Qi Fei" sounded like "shuang fei" (a double enjoyment), which was any man's ultimate desire!

Moreover, the character "Fei" could also suggest "xiang ru fei fei" (indulging in illicit thoughts). This tempting "Fei Fei," Supervisor Wang deeply desired to indulge in!

Gazing at Qi Fei's flushed cheeks and then at Guan Yingying's bright, mischievous smile, Wang Zhuo made a difficult decision: tonight, he would "first enter the realm of illicit thoughts"! Ding-dong!

Suddenly, a doorbell sounded as if from the heavens, and Supervisor Wang blurted out: "Damn it!" Swish, swoosh! With a flurry of quick slipper sounds, Fei Fei and Yingying, clad only in bath towels, darted away.

Guan Yingying left behind a string of clear laughter that left Wang Zhuo utterly frustrated. "Wang Zhengdao, you're completely ruining things!" Grumbling through clenched teeth, Wang Zhuo walked over and opened the small window on his side of the dividing door, looking across.

His pupils instantly widened, and he exclaimed in shock, "Auntie?!" Across the way stood a slender woman, appearing to be in her early forties, quite energetic. Wasn't that Wang Zhuo's aunt?

"It's me, Wang Zhuo, long time no see!" Wang Zhuo quickly opened the door, readjusted his already somewhat softened lower half, and pulled down his loose pajama pants to make them less conspicuous before finally opening the door fully. Upon opening it, Wang Zhuo realized the house party had already shifted to the bedrooms and dining room.

The atmosphere was still lively, but the living room was empty, save for Wang Zhengdao and his aunt's family of three, who seemed to have just arrived. Wang Zhengdao laughed and chided, "Stinky kid, you come home and don't even say hello to your old man.

I thought you weren't coming back tonight!" His uncle, standing nearby, chuckled, "When we got downstairs, we saw lights on in both your spaces. Earlier, I told Big Brother that if no one answered the door, he should use the key to come in and check." Wang Zhuo grinned sheepishly, scratching his head, thinking to himself that even with the key, they couldn't have opened the door—he had locked the other side from the inside.

Tonight, he was planning to play Dou Dizhu! (A card game) The uncle's name was Huang Long—a rather imposing name, and his appearance was above average.

Unfortunately, he was just a laid-off worker without much capability. Yet, Wang Zhuo held him in high regard, precisely because of the decision he made to sell their house to fund his aunt's cancer treatment when she was diagnosed with a malignant tumor.

Wang Zhengdao was a handsome man—his sister couldn't be far behind. His aunt used to be a real beauty, praised by everyone who saw her.

It was a shame that the illness had ravaged her appearance in recent years, leaving her frail. Her thin frame evoked a sense of protective tenderness in Wang Zhuo.

As for his cousin, Huang Qian, she had just started high school and had blossomed into a graceful young lady. She even used to boast to Wang Zhuo on QQ about having several boys in her class pursuing her.

Wang Zhuo almost didn't recognize her at first glance! "Auntie, you've recovered well!

Much better than I imagined!" Wang Zhuo walked over and sat down on the sofa, saying with a smile. The reason he settled so heavily onto the sofa right after entering was clearly due to the lingering excitement from his earlier encounter!

His aunt smiled kindly, "You've changed a lot too, we almost didn't recognize you." That was true. As the saying goes, habits change one's bearing, and nurturing changes one's body.

Wang Zhuo's life had undergone earth-shattering changes in the past two years. The young lad from back then had transformed into a sharp operator, entirely different from before in both appearance and demeanor.

"You just got back from Beijing, right? How were the test results?" Wang Zhuo asked again, knowing his aunt's family had gone to Beiji for a follow-up check-up a few days prior.

His uncle said gratefully, "The doctor said the results were excellent, practically like a healthy person. We have you to thank for that." Wang Zhuo chuckled, waving his hands repeatedly, "...Uncle, why be so formal with me?

She's my own aunt." His aunt's eyes immediately welled up. Wang Zhengdao quickly smoothed things over, "Look at the two of you, why bring that up?

Let's talk about something else!" Wang Zhuo grinned slyly and casually asked, "Qianqian, how tall are you now?" "One meter seventy!" the girl replied clearly, a faint blush rising on her cheeks. "Whoa, still shy?" Wang Zhuo burst out laughing.

"It seems like around this time two years ago, you were still wiping your snot on me, if I recall correctly?" "Cousin is so mean!" Huang Qian's face instantly turned completely red! Everyone burst into laughter.

Wang Zhuo then said with mock surprise, "How did you grow to one meter seventy? I really can't tell.

I thought you'd stop at one sixty-five." Huang Qian pouted in annoyance, nudging Wang Zhengdao's arm, "Grandpa, Wang Zhuo is teasing me again!" "Grandpa" here meant "Big Uncle," with the character pronounced in the first tone. Wang Zhengdao swayed slightly from her pushing but only laughed heartily, showing no intention of scolding his son.

"Qianqian, don't be rude, be polite," his aunt admonished her daughter with doting affection. "In the blink of an eye, Qianqian has grown into a young woman," Wang Zhuo remarked sentimentally.

"It feels like just yesterday she was trailing behind me like a shadow." Huang Qian showed him her little tiger teeth in mock threat. Wang Zhuo grinned back and said to his aunt, "You must spoil a girl; you should dress her up.

How can she keep wearing these oversized children's clothes?" Actually, Huang Qian was wearing a rather cartoonish wool sweater, a popular style among middle schoolers at the moment. Wang Zhuo, not even finished with his second year of university, was already out of touch and assumed his aunt had picked out the outfit for her.

Normally, Huang Qian would have retorted, calling her cousin a slob, but Wang Zhuo's phrase "dress her up" deeply resonated with her. Thus, instead of arguing, she nodded repeatedly like a pecking chicken, agreeing emphatically, "Exactly, exactly!" What could his aunt say?

Although Wang Zhuo was a younger relative, he was effectively the head of the Wang family now, and also the savior who saved her life. Even knowing this was a misunderstanding, she could only nod with a wry smile.

"Why don't you all stay here tonight?" Wang Zhuo declared generously. "Tomorrow, I'll have my friends take her out shopping to get some pretty clothes!" "Your friends?" his aunt asked.

"Wang Zhuo, do you have a girlfriend?" Wang Zhengdao immediately chuckled from the side, "Him? He has quite a few." Wang Zhuo shot him a look that meant, It would be better for you to play mute; you only say unhelpful things when you open your mouth.

His aunt and uncle exchanged bewildered glances, unsure how to respond. It was Huang Qian who caught the whiff of gossip, asking excitedly, "Really, Cousin?" "Don't listen to his nonsense," Wang Zhuo said with an awkward laugh.

"Two executives at my company are local; they're young and stylish. They can definitely help you pick out some lovely clothes." "Are they working women?

Will there be a generation gap..." Huang Qian sounded slightly worried. Wang Zhuo looked at her, at once amused and exasperated, and said, "I don't know about a generation gap, but their taste in clothes is a hundred times better than yours, you little sprout." Huang Qian immediately huffed and raised her small fists to protest playfully.

"Why isn't he back yet?" Guan Yingying was sprawled on the bed, listlessly tossing a small bottle of baby oil into the air. "Maybe he's just talking about something." Qi Fei was lying flat on a pillow, flipping through a magazine, occasionally arching her back slightly.

"What kind of posture is that?" Guan Yingying noticed her movement and asked curiously, "That doesn't look like any yoga pose I know." Qi Fei replied casually, "The book says lying down for too long affects blood circulation." Guan Yingying paused, then immediately burst into giggles. So, this older sister was arching her back to promote blood flow in her chest, trying to prevent sagging!

"What's so funny about that?" Qi Fei swatted her lightly, annoyed. "Why do you think men always prefer bigger ones?" Guan Yingying suddenly asked.

"Our university professor said," Qi Fei chuckled, "It's because they were weaned too early as children; it's called the 'lactation fixation.'" "Tch, professors are the least reliable," Guan Yingying scoffed. "I think Wang Zhuo is right...

Women with larger chests have more milk, better able to help men propagate the next generation. It's an innate subconscious drive." "Who says bigger means more milk?" Qi Fei mused with a sad smile.

"When I was little, I didn't get enough. My grandmother even scolded my mother, saying she had two big things for nothing, not even enough to feed a girl." "That's just an isolated case!" Guan Yingying argued back.

"Generally speaking, bigger is more likely to mean more milk. When men choose women, they don't know who will be like your mother, so of course, they aim for the higher probability." "That makes sense," Qi Fei nodded, then added, "Now I'm just worried that my milk won't be enough to feed a child in the future." "Why isn't Wang Zhuo back yet?" Guan Yingying giggled.

"Tell him to keep massaging you; you definitely won't lack milk in the future!" With a light smack, Qi Fei slapped her again, this time on her smooth, firm thigh, leaving a pale imprint. Guan Yingying leaped up and sat upright, holding up the baby oil, and suggested, "Waiting is boring.

How about I give you a massage?" "Brother-in-law, don't refuse; it's settled!" Wang Zhengdao held his wine glass, projecting the air of an older brother, still quite capable of commanding a situation. "Alright, I'll try my best," Huang Long agreed firmly.

Wang Zhuo smiled from the side, "Just relax and be the landlord. Take your wife out traveling when you have time, and make sure to raise Qianqian well!" That sounded as if he didn't think enough of Huang Qian's upbringing, and the young girl shot him another glare.

"Okay, I'll listen to you!" Uncle Huang Long chuckled. "Then my wife and I will head back first.

Qianqian will stay here tonight; you two young cousins can chat more!" "Who wants to chat with him..." Huang Qian made a face. Wang Zhengdao first said goodbye to his neighbors and friends, then personally went downstairs to see his sister and brother-in-law off.

Wang Zhuo beckoned Huang Qian over and led her toward the adjacent room. The girl hopped along excitedly, looking around everywhere, and upon entering, immediately asked, "Is the bed you prepared for me big?" "It is quite big," Wang Zhuo said with a helpless smile.

"But I have three female guests here tonight. You'll have to share a bed with one of them."