Making out in the dorm room, savoring the ** intimacy, was something many college students had experienced.

But some did it because they couldn't afford a hotel room, while others sought the thrill.

Wang Zhuo and Si Yuan clearly belonged to the latter category.

After failing to reach Wang Zhuo once, Ning Yao didn't try calling him again; in fact, she wasn't sure what she would even say to him.

She had only stumbled upon the famous photograph of "Brother Suzuki" online, instantly recognizing both Wang Zhuo and the "mystery woman," which is why she had impulsively made that call.

Although active in the entertainment industry, Ning Yao maintained a relatively conservative lifestyle.

While navigating superficial pleasantries at drinking gatherings was unavoidable, she had always held firm to her personal boundaries.

It was precisely because of this adherence that Wang Zhuo’s world had opened her eyes to something startling—that matters between a man and a woman could happen at any time! The mere thought that they could engage in such activities while driving, risking everything, sent a flush to her cheeks and made her heart pound.

She involuntarily slipped into the woman’s role in the scenario, imagining what it would be like if they were seen, what if explicit photos were taken, what if they caused a traffic accident! She shamefully realized she was trapped in a bizarre mental loop, constantly fantasizing about scenarios of subjugation.

This only deepened her suspicion that she possessed masochistic tendencies, filling her with apprehension.

Yet, reality was different.

She was merely a rather conservative, ordinary woman, whose long period of abstinence made her unable to withstand external stimuli.

The more she tried to control it, the more her thoughts gravitated toward that direction, leading to this rather absurd misunderstanding.

...

When the little man didn't answer, Ning Yao felt a strange sense of relief.

She set her phone aside and let her gaze return to the photograph on the computer screen.

Perhaps the timing of the snapshot was just unfortunate, or perhaps the subjects were simply engaging in that very activity at that moment.

In any case, like many "enthusiastic" netizens, Ning Yao could only discern the back of Ruan Mingqing’s head and a small arc of her right cheek from the image.

The crucial areas were completely obscured.

Once again, she had to thank the ancestors who invented the front opening on trousers.

Wang Zhuo hadn't even unbuckled his belt; he had only undone the two top buttons of the front fly.

If an unsuspecting child saw this photo, they might actually mistake it for picking something up off the floor.

Seeing nothing, Ning Yao felt a faint disappointment.

Recalling the night of voyeurism and the shock delivered by the 250th floor, her mind became dominated by the two intertwined figures in the swimming pool.

Unconsciously, a warm current began to trickle from between her legs.

Beautiful, gentle, and multi-talented, Ning Yao was a superstar known by every household.

Countless men fantasized about her while performing their marital duties at night, using her as their mental focus.

But who could guess that the superstar they dreamed of also had someone she dreamed about? Following a heavy downpour, Jiangzhou seemed to have plunged instantly into midsummer overnight.

The temperatures soared, and women’s attire jumped directly from long sleeves to tank tops.

The tiny hot pants worn by sizzling beauties on the street were scarcely wider than a palm, creating a dazzling spectacle for male onlookers with their sexy and fiery ensembles! Amidst widespread anticipation, Wang Chao Wu Liang was finally launched, but its strategy of scarcity marketing and inflated pricing drew a barrage of complaints.

However, sales were outrageously explosive.

Compared to the auction price of nearly twenty thousand per bottle, the advantage of a four-bottle set for three thousand eight hundred was obvious.

This luxury gift edition of Wang Chao Wu Liang immediately became the preferred choice for gift-giving.

Wang Zhuo, taking a page from Shi Yuzhu’s book, began using the slogan, "Health is better than any gift." The positive effects of Wang Chao Wu Liang on the health of liquor enthusiasts were undeniable, so every batch was snapped up by distributors immediately upon release.

The prohibitively high price left many sighing wistfully.

People were eagerly awaiting Guangyi Pharmaceutical to ramp up production so that the deluxe and standard editions, when released, would finally be at an acceptable price point.

Meanwhile, Wang Zhuo, having successfully deciphered the alcohol code, did not personally oversee the refinement of the product line.

Instead, he delegated the remaining tasks to the research and development team.

Although his X-ray vision offered the powerful advantage of halving the work, he had no intention of wasting his energy on this matter any further.

This time, his focus was shifting to the human challenge of "obesity"! There are countless ways to inhibit obesity: the most common include dieting, exercise, excretion, massage, liposuction surgery, acupuncture, and many others.

But regardless of the method, they all shared one distinct commonality: rebound.

For many overweight individuals, losing weight often results in gaining back double the fat after a period of time, just as some say that exercise doesn't just fail to reduce weight, it actually increases appetite.

Furthermore, Wang Zhuo faced a complication: the causes of obesity are too numerous.

If he developed a universal solution, it would only treat the symptoms, not the root cause.

This presented him with a dilemma.

Before truly beginning research, he had to choose between a universal approach and a targeted approach. "Why the long face?" Guan Yingying, who was driving, noticed his conflicted expression and asked curiously. "Do I look like I have a long face?" Wang Zhuo chuckled. "I'm just pondering a difficult decision." "Oh? Tell us about it, let us weigh in?" Guan Yingying lightly steered the wheel, stealing a glance at him.

She and Wang Zhuo occupied the front seats, while the An Qi and An Qi sisters occupied the back.

An Qi had an important competition today, and Wang Zhuo, as her master, certainly couldn't miss it.

Guan Yingying was a billiards enthusiast, and after spending time together recently, she had become quite close with the An sisters. "It's about work," Wang Zhuo sighed wryly, explaining his dilemma.

He faced two options: either develop a universal anti-obesity drug, which would treat symptoms but not the root cause, or target one of the many specific causes of obesity, which, if successful, would free a large group of overweight people from their troubles forever. "Of course, choose the universal one!" An Qi was the first to suggest without hesitation. "If you can treat the symptoms, you can make money.

If you can't cure the root, even better—they’ll have to keep buying your medicine!" Wang Zhuo was momentarily speechless.

An Qi's logic was piercingly accurate, perfectly aligning with the goal of maximizing commercial profit.

Yet, he had been considering the problem from a physician's perspective, wanting both to alleviate the distress of all overweight people and to completely resolve the issues for some, never once thinking about it purely from a profit-making angle! "An Qi!" An Qi scolded, displeased. "Wang Zhuo is considering this from the angle of curing illness and saving lives.

Why are you turning it toward making money? Isn't that cheap?" An Qi stuck out her tongue sheepishly, thinking she had said something inappropriate, but stubbornly refused to admit her error to her sister.

Wang Zhuo quickly laughed. "Not cheap at all, not cheap.

I was stuck in a rut.

An Qi just provided the insight that jolted me awake.

I've decided to follow her advice!" Guan Yingying also smiled, saying while driving, "Don't you all know Wang Zhuo? He isn't one to move without the prospect of reward.

Since developing a universal drug can both heal and earn money, he will naturally choose what An Qi suggested." Wang Zhuo nodded. "That’s exactly it.

I was only hesitant because I hadn't considered that the universal drug would be more profitable than the targeted one.

Since the goal is to cure illness anyway, and developing the universal one earns more, I'll choose that." Three ordinary minds indeed surpassed Zhuge Liang; the problem that had troubled Wang Zhuo for several days was thus solved smoothly.

His mood brightened considerably, and he shot An Qi an appreciative glance, which made the young girl beam with delight.

Just as he let out a whistle, Wang Zhuo suddenly lowered his crossed legs. "Wait a minute, pull over!" "What is it?" Guan Yingying immediately slowed down. "Stop right next to that guy," Wang Zhuo instructed, pointing toward a traffic cop standing in the middle of the road ahead.

Guan Yingying drove over suspiciously and stopped beside the traffic officer.

Stopping like this was clearly a traffic violation, but seeing Wang Zhuo’s cheerful expression, she guessed he must know the officer.

This was the fifth day Xu Mingjie had been assigned to traffic duty on the street.

Just last week, his uncle, who was a squadron leader, was suddenly taken away for investigation regarding economic issues, causing Xu Mingjie’s own prospects to plummet.

His position in the inspection department was gone, and the new leadership, citing insufficient manpower, sent him out to direct traffic on his very first day of reporting.

He was demoted to this street corner assignment along with his old partner, Zhong Wei, with no umbrella provided for temporary duty on this busy main thoroughfare! During the first two days of rain, Xu Mingjie was drenched daily by passing vehicles.

Regular cars slow down when they see a traffic cop, but the sons of powerful and wealthy families paid no heed; the mud splashed up by cars speeding past stung his face painfully.

Finally, the rain stopped, but the sun immediately became merciless, turning the fair-skinned Xu Mingjie's face pink, then red, then blistered.

He was allergic to UV rays! Xu Mingjie endured the humiliation, thinking that once his uncle's crisis passed, he would be transferred back to his original post.

As for the university student car owner who never showed up again and Brother Suzuki, he had long forgotten them, sending them to the ends of the earth.

Seeing a champagne-colored Audi pull up beside him, Xu Mingjie assumed the driver needed directions.

He had to admit that the design of the overpass ahead was ridiculous; he got at least twenty to thirty people asking him for directions every day.

The heat today was enough to kill a person, and Xu Mingjie was sweating profusely; his thin uniform shirt was already soaked through.

He stepped toward the Audi impatiently, but upon seeing the driver was an absolutely stunning beauty, his spirit lifted, mixed with a sense of inadequacy.

There was a time when he could have flirted with a beauty of this caliber, maybe even made friends.

But looking at himself now, sigh...

Approaching the driver's window, he executed his standard salute to the female driver.

Just as Xu Mingjie took off his sunglasses, intending to adopt a gentlemanly demeanor to speak with the beauty, he suddenly saw a familiar, hateful smiling face lean over from the passenger seat. "Oh? Isn't this Officer Xu Mingjie? I never expected we’d meet again so soon!"