"Its flesh is thick, the feeling when you bite into that meat, wow..."

"So tender, so smooth, and yet so full!"

"I seriously can't stop; an unprecedented, exquisite taste—so huge, so satisfying!"

Indeed, that voice, sounding like a stand-up comedy routine, once again belonged to the commercial for Dicos fried chicken. The female protagonist, Gui Lunlou, must have earned a fortune from endorsements, wholeheartedly promoting the product with advertising copy that left little to the imagination.

The one watching this commercial was An Qi, riding on a train bound for Jiangzhou. She couldn't stop giggling, her mind filled with memories of her Master's "big fried chicken."

Recalling the feeling of being completely filled to the depths, her mouth began to water. She couldn't help but run her pink tongue across her lips, growing more eager for their upcoming reunion.

The carriage was quiet, save for the low rumble vibrating from the wheels crossing the rail joints. She craned her neck upward to check the upper bunk; her older sister, An Qi, was already asleep.

The aunt across the aisle had gotten off at the previous station, leaving An Qi with a relatively private space beside her. An Qi’s eyes darted, a playful smile curling at her lips. She manipulated the video player, pulling up a "tutorial video" her Master had sent her. This film, however, wasn't about snooker; it was an American feature film specializing in "biting mushrooms." Because Wang Zhuo had noticed her intense preference for "mushroom biting," he had specifically asked Fei Long to track down this film for her reference.

Whether it was Wang Zhuo’s superb guidance or An Qi's innate inclination, the two were remarkably compatible in this area—“a perfect match, like a tortoise spotting a green bean!”

A shaft of sunlight sliced through the drawn curtains and pierced the dimness of the carriage.

Day had broken.

An Qi was completely absorbed in watching how the foreign woman bit the mushroom, utterly unaware that her sister had woken up and was peering down from the top bunk.

The seven-inch screen of the video player wasn't small, but it certainly wasn't tiny either. Seeing her sister kicking her legs, sprawled on the bunk, glued to the film, An Qi smiled sweetly, then her eyes fixed.

On the platform of Jiangzhou North Station, Wang Zhuo stood full of energy amidst the crowd. A pair of tea-colored sports glasses obscured half his face; no one could guess his identity as a nouveau riche.

The train pulled into the station punctually. Before it had even fully stopped, An Qi, through the window glass, spotted him in the throng and waved enthusiastically.

Wang Zhuo had excellent eyesight; he had actually seen her before the train even reached the platform and had already waved back with a smile.

The sisters didn't have much luggage. Wang Zhuo took charge of a large suitcase for them, handling the bulk of their belongings. Besides that, they each carried a shoulder bag, and An Qi pulled a small suitcase; that was everything.

"Master, your outfit is so handsome!" An Qi circled Wang Zhuo happily, examining him.

Wang Zhuo smiled faintly; this attire was actually his most ordinary wear. An Qi was young and couldn't yet distinguish the profound effect that charisma and bearing had on one's appearance, mistakenly thinking his clothes were special.

An Qi stood silently beside them, seeming troubled by something. Wang Zhuo assumed she was just unaccustomed to the unfamiliar surroundings and didn't give it much thought.

Walking toward the parking lot, Wang Zhuo told the two sisters, "First, we'll check into the hotel I booked for you. Rest well today, go out shopping, and tomorrow I'll take you to take care of business."

An Qi nodded slightly. An Qi asked cheerfully, "Master, will you go shopping with us?"

"Of course, I'm your guide," Wang Zhuo replied calmly with a smile, thinking to himself that he could only offer a token guidance for a while, as he had other appointments later.

Upon reaching the parking area, An Qi was surprised to see Wang Zhuo walk straight to a white Suzuki Wagon R and open the door. "Master, where is your Audi? Whose car is this?"

An Qi’s ears twitched almost imperceptibly. When did her sister find out Wang Zhuo owned an Audi? How was she completely unaware?

"It's in for maintenance. This is my friend's sister's car; I borrowed it. I'll show you around soon." Wang Zhuo smiled and explained to An Qi while subtly monitoring An Qi's expression. His counter-surveillance skills were sharp; as soon as An Qi mentioned the Audi, he knew the girl had let something slip, so he observed An Qi's reaction discreetly.

It had to be said that An Qi, as a former criminal police officer, was excellent at concealing her expressions. However, Wang Zhuo's X-ray vision was not to be trifled with, and he still detected subtle shifts in her demeanor.

Boarding the compact Wagon R, An Qi couldn't help but gasp in wonder. Suzuki cars were famous for being space masters; although their exterior was modest, the internal space utilization was astonishing. Moreover, this car had undergone numerous modifications based on the original design, its decoration and interior filled with the flavor of the electronic age, instantly dazzling the eye.

Even An Qi’s attention was captured by the interior, prompting her to ask, "Is your friend an electronics enthusiast?"

Wang Zhuo shook his head and chuckled, "You guessed wrong. It's his sister who is. I'll introduce you to her sometime."

Saying that, he casually pressed a button on the center console. The sisters sitting in the back immediately felt their seats slide backward. Then, they saw a layer separate from the roof above their heads, slowly descending—it was a wide-screen, ultra-thin tablet computer!

"Wow! There's a computer hidden in here!"

An Qi stared dumbfounded at the oil-pressure arm connecting to the computer. When they got in the car, she had thought it was just a unique decorative style, never imagining it was a mount for a computer—how magical!

An Qi was also stunned, involuntarily recalling the recently released movie Transformers: Lament...

Wang Zhuo grinned smugly. The first time he had seen this modified Wagon R, he too had jumped in surprise; his expression then was identical to that of the An Qi sisters. And the surprises weren't over yet!

After descending, the computer powered on automatically. Once the welcome screen finished displaying, it switched to the operating interface. The two sisters leaned their heads together. An Qi was quicker; she reached out and double-clicked a multimedia file on the desktop.

Wang Zhuo had just turned the car onto the main road. He casually glanced at them through the rearview mirror and asked with a smile, "How was that? Did it surprise you?"

No one replied, but a strange sound, like a dog lapping porridge, echoed in the car: Squish, squish.

What was going on? Wang Zhuo frowned slightly, then realized the sound was coming from the speakers. Si Yuan had modified the sound system too well, making it impossible to pinpoint the source; it felt completely immersive!

If the sound came from the speakers, it must have originated from that tablet computer. Wang Zhuo quickly used his X-ray vision, seeing through the glass and metal reflections to the tablet screen. He instantly felt a stream of black lines cross his vision. It turned out that mischievous Si Yuan had saved the movie Blazing Red Lips Versus Ghost Head Mushroom on the computer, and it was playing right now!

He saw the sisters fumbling clumsily with the computer, but it wouldn't respond at all, seemingly frozen. Their expressions were terribly awkward. Wang Zhuo, torn between laughter and tears, hurried to press the control button on the center console, finally shutting down the computer and having the oil-pressure arm slowly retract it.

This was clearly a prank set up by Si Yuan. Wang Zhuo decided he absolutely had to get back at her sometime, making her so tired she wouldn't even want to speak!

In the back seat, observing the subtle clues in her sister's expression, An Qi further confirmed her suspicions, and her mind grew increasingly turbulent.

She simultaneously hoped her guess was completely wrong and vaguely felt that her sister having something with Wang Zhuo might be a huge opportunity for her. At the same time, she feared her sister being abandoned after a fling, or other unforeseen consequences. A myriad of complex thoughts swirled in her mind—impossible to untangle, impossible to dismiss.

With this state of mind, the three arrived at the hotel Wang Zhuo had reserved. After checking in, Wang Zhuo took them to lunch nearby. An Qi, weighed down by her worries, accidentally drank a bit too much wine and fell into a deep sleep soon after returning to the room.

"Let her sleep. Will you take me shopping?" An Qi whispered excitedly. "I've never been on a date before; today is the first time!"

Wang Zhuo felt a flush of shame. He had only spent time alone with An Qi three times: the first in a coffee shop, the second in the Audi, and the third in the garage beneath his building. Each time they had been doing that sort of thing. He really owed An Qi an apology!

But he had an appointment with a certain beautiful widow that afternoon; his schedule was too tight. He could only offer a wry smile and say, "Your sister traveled a long way and got tired; she drank quite a bit and needs someone to look after her. We can go shopping anytime later; let's skip it today."

"...Fine then." An Qi hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement. She gave Wang Zhuo a suggestive smile and said, "Wait a moment."

Wang Zhuo watched as she gracefully moved aside, opened her shoulder bag, took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, put them on, and pulled her flowing hair into a high ponytail. Immediately, his blood boiled!

He lowered his voice and chuckled, "I'm going to wash up first."

An Qi grabbed his hand, "Don't rush, let me look first."

Saying that, she crouched down to undo his belt.

This startled Wang Zhuo into stopping her immediately, quickly pressing her hand down and pointing toward An Qi lying asleep nearby.

An Qi giggled, blew him a seductive kiss, and said, "When she drinks, she’s like that; she wouldn't wake up even if there was thunder."

Hearing this, Wang Zhuo felt somewhat relieved, but he still felt the situation wasn't entirely appropriate. Looking at An Qi’s peaceful sleeping face, he felt indecisive.

At this moment, he regretted his earlier decision. If he had known, he should have booked a suite with two separate rooms; he shouldn't have tried to be low-key and booked a standard room!

Just then, An Qi had swiftly and deftly filmed his lower body. Her small nose moved close, she sniffed lightly a few times, then looked up at him.

"I'm going to wash up first," Wang Zhuo said, urgently wanting to move away.

But the girl wrapped her hands around the back of his thighs, her expression sultry, her breath sweet as orchids: "Don't. I love this smell."

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