So, should the sisters be accepted as disciples or not? This was a very serious question, but when Wang Zhuo saw the hopeful expressions on their faces, he agreed after only a slight hesitation!

As for their arrangement, it was quite simple for Wang Zhuo at the moment. He just needed to take An Qi to Jiangzhou and ask an acquaintance to introduce her to some professionals. If she truly had talent, she would naturally be accepted; if she showed no potential, she would likely give up on her own.

Thus, Wang Zhuo took them to the restaurant without any psychological burden, found a cozy private room with limited space, treated them to a wonderful meal, and even enjoyed the discipleship wine offered by the two sisters with both hands—the flavor was quite excellent!

After eating and drinking their fill, Wang Zhuo finally asked, "Sister An Qi, why did you quit your job as a [Police] officer?"

An Qi laughed somewhat unnaturally, "I broke up with my boyfriend. His father is the Deputy Secretary of the Municipal Political and Legal Affairs Commission. It's as simple as that."

Wang Zhuo grunted an acknowledgment, thinking, no wonder. He then asked, "Did he use that as an excuse to fire you, or did you resign voluntarily?"

An Qi answered for her sister, "My sister was a temporary worker to begin with, with no hope of becoming permanent, so of course she resigned voluntarily."

"[Police] officers have temporary staff?" Wang Zhuo had traveled far and wide, but he truly had never heard of such a thing.

"If the employment relationship isn't localized, what else would they be?" An Qi huffed, "Huang Baikuan is extremely shrewd. As long as my sister doesn't marry his son, he won't secure her job permanently."

"Forget it, let’s not talk about these mood-killing things." An Qi cleared her throat and smiled at Wang Zhuo, "When we caught that thief with you the other day, I didn't even recognize who you were. I only figured it out after thinking for an hour back home."

"You two knew each other before?" An Qi asked curiously.

"Your sister took my statement once," Wang Zhuo winked at her, "But she was a dark-skinned girl back then. How did you get so fair now?"

An Qi burst out laughing, "She hates the sun the most; she gets dark as soon as she's exposed. What bad thing did you do to end up in her hands?"

"That was me acting heroically for a just cause," Wang Zhuo snorted, raising his chin high.

"It's true," An Qi explained with a smile, "That incident involved a firearm, so the bureau took it very seriously. A captain and I went to his school specifically to question him. It wasn't really a formal statement recording."

"So, you must be quite formidable!" An Qi looked at Wang Zhuo in surprise, "You dared to be heroic in a matter involving a gun? I heard Zhao Zijun call you for action choreography—is it because you're really good at fighting?"

Wang Zhuo glanced at her, letting his eyes convey: You're smart enough.

An Qi snorted and reassessed him from head to toe, trying to gauge if he was truly a skilled fighter.

"Do you still fight people now?" An Qi, feeling uneasy about Wang Zhuo's flippancy, couldn't help but point out, "The richest man in the entire city, yet you don't even bring a bodyguard when you go out—that's truly surprising."

"The richest man in the entire city?" An Qi looked at her sister, completely bewildered, "Sis... what are you talking about? Who is the richest man in the entire city?"

"She's talking about me," Wang Zhuo had long expected An Qi to know his identity, so he wasn't surprised at all. He smiled faintly and said, "I ran into incredible luck these past two years and made quite a fortune. I accidentally became the richest man in the city."

"Seriously?!" An Qi eyed her sister suspiciously, then looked at the master she had just taken on, clearly unconvinced.

"Of course, it's true." An Qi opened her clutch bag and took out a torn page from a financial magazine, unfolding it for her sister to see, "His name is Wang Zhuo, and the person shaking his hand is a governor from the south. There's a written explanation below."

After speaking, she looked up and smiled to explain to Wang Zhuo, "I saw this magazine yesterday at the club's old periodicals section and just tore this page out."

Wang Zhuo shrugged with a faint smile. This explanation was plausible—but it was clear An Qi omitted one thing: she must have remembered this magazine after recognizing him, which is why she specifically sought it out, rather than having stumbled upon it accidentally. There was a significant difference between (taking the initiative) and (being passive).

The photo of Wang Zhuo only showed his profile—the kind of picture that someone who knows him can recognize, but a stranger still wouldn't, which was perfect for a reclusive tycoon who didn't want publicity that might disrupt his life.

An Qi finished reading quickly. Although Shengshi Wangchao's rise originated in Jiangzhou, it was quite famous in their own city too. The members of the Jiba Club were a relatively high-tier group in society, and their daily conversations often touched upon upper-echelon matters. Therefore, even though An Qi was young, she knew a little about the story of Shengshi Wangchao.

Realizing that the young man dining with her was actually the richest man in the city, and that she had just accepted him as her master, this surprise made An Qi slightly uneasy. She looked Wang Zhuo up and down, as if searching for a flower on his face.

After a long moment, she finally let out a delighted gasp, "Master, I admire you so much!"

Shouting admiration to a friend is a common, joking behavior among young people and shouldn't usually be taken seriously, but An Qi's admiration was genuine. After all, Wang Zhuo was a grass-roots hero, far superior to her sister's arrogant ex-boyfriend.

"If you admire me so much, then promise yourself to me," Wang Zhuo chuckled, using a common line to respond to An Qi's joke that wasn't really a joke. "Alright, I promise!" An Qi enthusiastically raised her glass to clink with his, her expression carrying an ambiguous, difficult-to-read emotion.

Wang Zhuo’s perceptive gaze keenly captured this moment, and his heart stirred. An Qi's emotion wasn't actually due to his status as the richest man, but rather admiration for a successful person. Combined with the lingering excitement from her 70% awe and the thrill of successfully becoming his disciple, the three merged to form what is commonly called love at first sight!

Yes, love at first sight! This wasn't the first time Wang Zhuo had detected such an emotion, but none of the previous instances had been this obvious. On one hand, his X-ray vision ability was still improving and refining; on the other, An Qi's display was more pronounced, making the emotion even stronger!

Being the object of love at first sight from a lovely girl, regardless of acceptance, would make any normal man feel proud—and Wang Zhuo was no exception. He concealed his expression by taking a sip of tea and discreetly glanced at An Qi.

Huh? The sisters look so alike?

He nearly spat out his tea. A certain dormant emotion began to stir. Wang Zhuo clearly felt his heartbeat quicken!

He had only had one bottle of beer—he was nowhere near the stage of losing control due to alcohol. The An Qi sisters had also each had one bottle. If Wang Zhuo believed that one bottle of beer could make them throw themselves into his arms, he'd be a complete fool!

He calmed his mind, deceptively telling himself to maintain composure: We’ve only met three times, and I've known the other less than three hours. Don't reveal the lecherous look and invite ridicule.

Just then, a melodious ringtone sounded. An Qi took out her phone, checked it, signaled Wang Zhuo with a look, and stepped out to take the call.

"Master, I just realized, you're actually quite handsome," An Qi teased Wang Zhuo quietly, her phoenix eyes shining brightly as she looked at him.

"Ahem," Wang Zhuo coughed, trying to mask his amusement, "No teasing your Master."

"Master, do you have a girlfriend?" An Qi asked again.

Wang Zhuo gave a dry laugh, "Many. Why?"

An Qi was speechless for a long moment, then just gave him a thumbs-up.

Hmph, dare to tease me, only to get shut down! Wang Zhuo smugly picked up his cup to continue drinking tea.

Just then, An Qi returned and apologized to Wang Zhuo, "The bureau needs me to sign a document. I have to leave now. You two chat; no need to see me off."

An Qi asked, "Sis, when will you be back?"

"It's just a signature; it will be quick." An Qi waved to Wang Zhuo and hurried out.

After watching his mature sister leave the private room, leaving him alone with a cute girl in glasses, Wang Zhuo asked, "Shouldn't you be heading to work now?"

"It doesn't matter; they'll call me if there's an emergency." An Qi slightly furrowed her delicate nose and smiled playfully, "I'm dining with a VIP of the club, after all. It doesn't count as skipping work!"

Wang Zhuo quickly calculated the time. Women shopping tirelessly wouldn't return until after 4:30 PM. It seemed he had over two more hours of freedom, and sitting with this slender girl a bit longer wouldn't be bad.

Actually, he had misjudged An Qi. She wasn't the kind of girl with large frames and skin stretched over bone—that was what Fatty Long always criticized. The so-called 'bone aesthetic' perfectly described An Qi: small frame, well-toned muscles, slender but not bony. She felt petite but not disappointing, possessing a unique charm.

It was a pity Wang Zhuo didn't have the habit of using his X-ray vision to casually peek at women's bodies; otherwise, he would have discovered long ago that this girl in glasses beside him was also a delicacy. Perhaps he would have been stirring with desire and already made a move!

"It's still early. How about we find a coffee shop to sit in? I want to hear about your romantic adventures," An Qi consulted Wang Zhuo's opinion.

"Romantic adventures?" Wang Zhuo found it amusing.

An Qi looked eager, "Yes! Didn't you say you have many girlfriends? Tell your disciple about them. Don't worry, I'm very tight-lipped."

Is this bold by nature, or is she drunk? Wang Zhuo casually scanned An Qi's body with his gaze. Alcohol absorption rate: 3%. Not high, not low. It seemed she belonged to the type who got bold due to a little alcohol.

This suited Wang Zhuo's taste. He preferred not to deal with men who were naturally unrestrained; it happened often. If they drank too much, and something happened later, he risked being accused of taking advantage. The current state of the girl in glasses allowed for restraint or release, so he had no worries.

"Let's go, change to a coffee shop," Wang Zhuo stood up and led the way out. As he passed An Qi, he noticed her gaze lingered, intentionally or unintentionally, around the area of his tent.

Wang Zhuo chuckled inwardly. Just as men enjoy spying on women, women are no less curious about men's bodies.

After leaving the restaurant, the two found a nearby coffee house. A private room on the first floor was noisy with people playing cards, the clamor overpowering the music playing at the counter. Following the proprietress's strong recommendation, they ascended a narrow staircase sixty centimeters wide to the second floor.

It turned out this coffee house had converted a room with a 4.5-meter high ceiling into two floors. The first floor maintained a standard height of 2.5 meters, while the second floor had a ceiling height of nearly two meters. The floor beneath their feet was thick wood planking that vibrated slightly with movement.

Entering a small private room—less than six square meters, lit by a dim, ambiguous five-watt bulb, and furnished with tatami-style sofas—made the two feel slightly awkward. After sitting down, Wang Zhuo seemed to feel the wooden floor beneath him vibrating rhythmically. His body jolted, and he focused his X-ray vision towards the adjacent room.

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