While Instructor Wang was privately "instructing" his disciple in a secluded place, his original crew was starting to get anxious.

If he were just an ordinary person—unreachable because he left his phone behind, wandering out on his own—there would be no need for concern. He was a grown man; what possible accident could befall him?

But his status was far from ordinary. The mere halo of being the richest man was enough to invite countless covetous eyes. Men die for wealth just as birds die for food; who knew if someone might be plotting to kidnap him?

This was the side effect of fortune. If Wang Zhuo were still the poor kid from two years ago, he could disappear for three days without anyone bothering to call the police; they would just assume he’d gone off somewhere for fun. But now? He wasn't even officially missing, just temporarily out of contact. Six hours had passed, and his women were already turning into anxious knots!

In truth, Wang Zhuo could anticipate this situation at home, but who hasn't allowed themselves a moment of selfishness? He consoled himself that it would just be a false alarm, with no lasting negative consequences—it wouldn't hurt to wait a little longer!

The important thing was to first enjoy the meticulous service provided by Anqi. Oh, wait a moment—what was she licking now?

On the way home, the streets were already blazing with lights; time had flown by without notice.

The young woman beside him wasn't leaning dependently against Wang Zhuo like a demure bird. She had abandoned the carefree ease and immersion of moments ago, now focusing only on lowering her flushed, pretty face, neither speaking nor looking up.

Wang Zhuo was still basking in the afterglow of that afternoon’s supreme pleasure. He felt Anqi was an angel custom-made for him. They had spent nearly four hours on the first time alone—how she managed it, only heaven knew!

He couldn't help but recall the subsequent events: "She couldn't put him down; she was tireless. She even proactively silenced her phone, demanding more time; she was practically obsessed with it! By the end, she finally felt exhausted, her lips numb, her tongue sluggish, her cheek muscles aching, to the point where she didn't even want to speak. Then, she sought the essence her master had long held in reserve..."

"Let me tell you a joke," Wang Zhuo chuckled.

Anqi nodded shyly, reaching out to catch a slowly drifting snowflake, holding it in her palm just as she had held her master's essence moments before.

"The story goes like this," Wang Zhuo cleared his throat, glancing around to confirm no one else was near, and spoke softly: "In heaven, three tadpoles met and began discussing their causes of death."

Anqi let out a sudden giggle. It was clearly an off-color joke; her master had just described that as a tadpole, and now it must be about that again.

Wang Zhuo continued: "The first tadpole sighed and said, 'I was leading the entire time, but right at the final sprint, another brother overtook me.'"

Anqi paused briefly, then understood the implication. Only the one tadpole that successfully combined with the ovum achieved the final victory—the other billions were failures. The one who finished second seemed to carry the deepest regret.

Wang Zhuo went on: "The second tadpole immediately sympathized, 'Friend, what a tragedy for you. But my brother had it worse. He was running in front, but what he saw wasn't the ovum... it was a tonsil.'"

At this point, he couldn't help but laugh himself. Anqi immediately understood, and with a mixture of shyness and annoyance, she punched his shoulder a few times with her small fist.

"Then it was the third tadpole’s turn," Wang Zhuo grinned slyly. "Guess what Anqi said?"

"I can't guess!" Anqi stamped her foot with feigned pique.

"Then I'll tell you," Wang Zhuo whispered conspiratorially. "The third tadpole first snorted, then said angrily, 'I am the real tragedy! I was running first, far ahead, from start to finish. I thought I was finally going to win the beauty, but who knew I'd run into a pile of feces!'"

After finishing, he doubled over with laughter.

Anqi hadn't understood the joke initially, but after the abundant lessons from her master this afternoon, she immediately grasped it. She laughed along with him, unable to hide her amusement, then suddenly and involuntarily tightened her chujú [a stylized term implying her intimate area], worrying if her master, besides having a peculiar preference for oral play, might also enjoy this kind of maneuver. Recalling how he had seemed to touch that spot in the private room at the café earlier, Anqi felt a fresh wave of fear...

After dropping off his newly accepted female disciple at her home, Wang Zhuo hailed a cab and hurried back to his own house.

During the farewell kiss, he caught a faint, distinct taste that was uniquely his. To prevent Anqi from discovering it, he subtly reminded her to rinse her mouth or brush her teeth as soon as she got home. That salty, fishy scent was very particular; anyone experienced would recognize it immediately. Although Anqi had said that Anqi likely lacked experience in that area, Wang Zhuo felt it was better to be cautious. If the former police flower discovered that he and her sister had done nothing more than play the 'biting the mushroom' game all afternoon, she would surely fight him to the death!

Passing the security booth in the taxi, Wang Zhuo beckoned Wang Li over, casually stuffing a wad of bills into his pocket. The young guard was so surprised he was speechless.

"Fifty is what I owe you back; the rest is a tip..." Wang Zhuo gave him a faint smile and said, "...Go buy yourselves two decent sets of clothes, dress up sharp, and quickly find someone...". Wang Li repeatedly agreed, waving goodbye to the approachable richest man before jogging back to the guard booth to count his money.

In many cities in the North, tipping was not customary, and Wang Zhuo handed over thousands of yuan, which wasn't the typical way a tip was given. When he gave the money, his demeanor was calm, ensuring Wang Li didn't feel patronized. Nor did Wang Zhuo consider it a handout; it felt more like helping out a friend who was temporarily short on cash.

The taxi stopped in front of the apartment building entrance. Wang Zhuo paid the fare and stepped out. Raising his head, he spotted Guan Yingying looking down through binoculars from his own window. He flashed a wide grin and waved upstairs.

Having waited anxiously for the "runaway," Guan Yingying dropped the binoculars and happily scurried off to inform Qi Fei and the others.

As he rode the elevator up, Wang Zhuo used his X-ray vision to scan his apartment. Good heavens, even Gan Shuang was there! The whole room was filled with a gaggle of women. Seeing their expressions of profound relief, it was clear they had been worried sick for a long time.

Siyuan had already rushed to the door to open it. Meng Shengdi had thoughtfully prepared soft slippers. Guan Yingying was busy egging Gan Shuang on to teach him a lesson later. The more reserved Qi Fei, however, was beaming as she headed into the kitchen to make him egg fried rice.

The moment Wang Zhuo stepped out of the elevator, he was enveloped by the welcoming women. They bombarded him with concerned questions, which he answered with a smile, happily thinking to himself, to be received with such an enthusiastic welcome after sneaking away for an affair—a man who reaches this level has truly lived a worthwhile life!

As firecrackers marked the passing of the old year amidst the joyous din, the Lunar New Year was over in the blink of an eye. Wang Zhuo had turned twenty-one years old, though he still retained the title of the youngest listed company chairman, along with countless glories his peers couldn't even imagine.

The year had flown by. He had distributed many red envelopes to others and received many meticulously prepared gifts in return. Surprisingly, several of the creative ideas behind the gifts were identical; by the time he received the later gifts, he could practically guess what they were. The coinciding ideas weren't from strangers; it was the women's identical methods of serving him—even the recently acquainted Anqi knew the Master had this particular taste!

And so, the sexually fulfilling Spring Festival vanished in an instant. Wang Zhuo led his massive entourage on the journey to Jiangzhou.

The trip was uneventful. By the time they returned to Jiangzhou in late February, the temperature had clearly warmed up, signaling it was time for spring attire. After a day of rest, Wang Zhuo immediately began visiting friends and starting promotional efforts for his hangover cure drink.

Li Guangyi had been waiting for a long time. After the New Year, his several production lines had ceased manufacturing old products and were undergoing equipment upgrades. When the employees returned to work, instead of resuming their previous posts, they were receiving technical training for the new assembly lines.

Wang Zhuo was not like a greedy bear who clutches one corn cob only to discard it for the next. After establishing Shengshi Dynasty Jewelry and Taoyuan Copper Mine, he handed them over to others so he could focus on developing the hangover medicine. This was because his specialty lay in launching new projects, which better utilized his strengths. Once the hangover medicine project was underway and stabilized, he would step back again, perhaps to develop weight-loss drugs or tackle some other venture—that was where his X-ray vision would be best applied.

The future, both in terms of prospect and fortune, was dazzlingly bright. Gazing forward with his X-ray vision, the world stretched out vast and open.

At the end of February, universities across the country were gradually reopening. On the basketball court beneath the ivory towers, Wang Zhuo, stealing a moment from his busy schedule, had just won an impromptu match and sat down courtside to rest.

"Boss, your phone was ringing for a while just now; someone was calling you," a classmate handed him a bottle of mineral water and smiled.

Wang Zhuo nodded at him, picked up his jacket from the steps, and checked his phone. It was the pretty widow, Ruan Mingqing.

When he dialed back, a sweet, soft voice came through clearly: "Handsome, are you back at school?"

Picturing her exquisite charm, Wang Zhuo suddenly had an inspiration and grinned, "I am. Are you in Jiangzhou?"

Ruan Mingqing's voice held a hint of laughter, and that soft tone Wang Zhuo was so fond of: "Yes, I’m passing through on a business trip and suddenly felt like taking a ride in your car."

Wang Zhuo smiled. Traveling from Beijing to Guangzhou for business would indeed take her past Jiangzhou—perhaps for a refueling stop or a high-speed rail transfer. But passing through was different from stopping over. If she was stopping in Jiangzhou midway, it wasn't passing through; it would be a deliberate detour! The hidden meaning of "taking a ride" was self-evident!

His mind raced as he considered how to arrange his schedule for the evening, when he heard Ruan Mingqing giggle and say, "I'm meeting up with two classmates shortly. Let's set a time for tomorrow."

Wang Zhuo agreed with a smile. After hanging up, he suddenly remembered that the Anqi sisters would also be arriving in Jiangzhou tomorrow—now his schedule was clashing!