Wang Zhuo only knew that Qin Xue's method of making the Ma family retreat had something to do with the materials he collected, but couldn't discern the specifics.

It might take Wang Zhuo his next visit to Qin Xue's home for the full story.

But at least now, no trouble would arise before Ma Qiang recovered both health and freedom. As they say - it's not fear of thieves stealing that worries you, it's fear of their lingering thoughts. Yet with Ma Qiang drowning in his own troubles like a clay figurine crossing a river, he lacked even the ability to hold grudges.

This sudden relief lifted Wang Zhuo's weighty burden. He first lapped the pool with vigor and joy, then worked up a sweat on the nearby exercise equipment before stepping into the shower.

He noticed Ning Yao had been watching him intentionally or unintentionally all along - her gaze held admiration, affection, and a deeply hidden desire...

Opposite sex attraction transcends age considerations entirely; it's purely about magnetic appeal. Though many might draw Ning Yao's appreciation and affection, right now Wang Zhuo was undeniably the one who stood head and shoulders above them.

The frosted glass shower room at the corner of the grand hall made his figure flicker like a mirage.

Standing behind this transparent barrier actually offered less visibility than when he wore just swim shorts. Yet Ning Yao remained glued to her spot - because now he was completely bare, allowing her to gaze openly without fear of detection.

But Wang Zhuo's x-ray vision had already captured every twitch and shift in her posture with surgical precision.

"You should wash up too," said Wang Zhuo after exiting the bathroom, "I'll check if Siyuan has woken."

"Oh right!" Ning Yao nodded quickly.

Descending to the lower floor, Wang Zhuo used his x-ray vision to catch Ning Yao's contemplative expression through the steam rising from the shower room. Her side profile was so amusing he nearly choked on a laugh before dialing his father Wang Zhengdao.

"Dear son," came the cheerful voice from the receiver, "how rare it is for you to call your dad these days?"

"There are women near you," said Wang Zhuo blandly, "find a quiet place first."

Wang Zhengdao chuckled: "Sharp ears on this kid."

Moments later he seemed to have moved to an open area - judging by background noises, probably a street. The middle-aged man had likely been discussing art and ideals at a Western restaurant or café with some female companion.

Coughing discreetly into the phone (he was still young enough to feel awkward), Wang Zhuo decided on a roundabout approach.

"Father," he began carefully, "isn't your suffering TV drama about to start shooting soon?"

"Mmm-hmm," came the noncommittal reply. Then an offhand question: "Starts in mid-July - what's this about?"

"That means less than forty days left?" Wang Zhuo chuckled knowingly, "I was just asking if you've finalized the main actors."

"All set," Wang Zhengdao declared with satisfaction, "with my script, who wouldn't want to join? You know me - the male and female leads had to reschedule other projects. And guess what? Their salaries are practically dirt cheap!"

"Of course I believe it," said Wang Zhuo in mock flattery, then shifted topics abruptly: "Have you targeted any beauties on set yet?"

"Blasted kid!" came the muffled response as if he'd been caught red-handed.

So he had. Wang Zhuo sighed at this realization - clearly nepotism was alive and well in the industry.

Following up smoothly: "Then what about Ning Yao? Haven't you made your move yet?"

"Not haven't moved," his father corrected earnestly, "it's just I haven't tried. She's our director after all - the whole production quality depends on her performance. Besides, I need her to launch my script's reputation. Who would be so foolish as to chase one's own tail like a rabbit eating grass from its own garden?"

"Who else but you?" Wang Zhuo scoffed, "So that means your plan is using this show as a springboard for future opportunities with other actresses? Got it."

My son truly knows me! thought Wang Zheng-ao mentally applauding his brilliant strategy while pretending to scold: "Blasted kid - how dare you speak to your father like that?"

"No more chit-chat," said Wang Zhuo satisfied, now in high spirits and chuckling, "let me inform you this way - forget about Ning Yao for good."

"Huh? What does that mean?" asked his baffled father.

After a moment's thought, Wang Zhuo decided it was better left unexplained to avoid awkwardness.

"Stay at Hengdian," he said casually, "I've taken the wetland villa these days. No need to return home."

"Ai - wait--!" cried Wang Zhengdao suddenly catching his son's implication, but before he could question further...

The call had already been disconnected.

Staring blankly for a long while, the middle-aged man finally smiled wryly and returned to his café table. Thinking about how his son might be capturing the heart of this woman who was every man's fantasy dream girl, he felt equal parts exasperation and amusement.

To claim no interest in her would have been impossible - but truly things were as he said. He had planned to make moves only after the drama filming concluded. Yet now his son had already staked a claim on what was rightfully his. Who knew there could be father-son rivalry over women? Well, that's just how it is! "Blasted kid," he muttered while sitting down again.

His female companion nearby sensed something from the mood and leaned closer to ask.

"Nothing much," said the screenwriter-producer vaguely, "my son just picked up a new girl. A real looker."

"Do I measure up?" she asked proudly lifting her chest defiantly beneath the thin fabric that barely contained her pride.

Innocent childlike innocence flickered suddenly into mature seduction as his hands gently traced over those peaks.

"Her age is much older than yours," he mused, "but in terms of fame... a hundred of you couldn't match her."

"Wang uncle," she purred sweetly while lacing their fingers together, "then help me get more screen time so I can become famous sooner?"

"No problem with adding scenes," said Wang Zhengdao who was still brooding about his son's good fortune. Now he no longer played games with the young actress whose age overlapped dangerously closely with his son's.

"Ideally you'd show some talent first though," he hinted suggestively while shifting deeper into his seat.

Soon he would experience the professional-level skills of an understudy character, and the middle-aged man surrendered himself to the pleasures of softness. Let the thoughts of sons, daughters-in-law, or anything else drift away with the wind...

First Wang Zhuo prepared a nourishing meal before waking up Siyuan.

The girl who had stayed awake all night now slept soundly - only faint traces of sleepless pigments remained under her eyelids, adding an endearing fragility.

"Where are everyone?" she asked when noticing the villa's quietness.

"The Ma family has backed down," said Wang Zhuo patting her head with a smile, "so they all went home. And by the way - they told me to make sure I give you special rewards for your role in this."

"Did they really go away?" lit up Siyuan's eyes, "then can we finally have some fun without restraint?"

The term she used meant exactly what it sounded like. Wang Zhuo smiled wryly at how the girl paid no attention to the Ma family's retreat, instead focusing entirely on her own desires - was this a residual effect of her low emotional quotient?

"Fun is fine," he chuckled, "as long as Ning Yao hasn't left."

"A pesky third wheel!" pouted Siyuan.

Wang Zhuo said nothing. Whether the third wheel status belonged to Siyuan or Ning Yao remained to be seen.

"What's she doing now?" asked Siyuan curiously.

"Probably napping after her shower," replied Wang Zhuo casually while secretly scanning the villa with x-ray vision. Besides a few stray mosquitoes buzzing around, only he and Siyuan remained in the dining area along with Ning Yao blow-drying her hair at the vanity mirror.

"I'll finish eating right now," said Siyuan with a flirtatious gaze, "then you can give me the full experience."

Wang Zhuo smiled silently. It had been three days since his last intimate moment - when one's sperm was so full it overflowed, relaxation became necessary!

Soon enough Siyuan finished her meal. Her appetite wasn't large and her eagerness to find climax with Wang made her leave leftovers behind this time. In her years as an orphan she'd formed the excellent habit of never wasting food - now she had finally broken this rule.

"Which room?" asked Wang Zhuo smilingly.

"Right here," said Siyuan drinking water to rinse her mouth.

"What? Here?" exclaimed Wang Zhuo, "What if Ning Yao walks in?"

"That would be more exciting!" teased the girl with a wink.

Wang Zhuo rubbed his temples in exasperation. Just as he noticed Ning Yao had finished blow-drying but showed no intention of returning for sleep, inspiration struck.

"Then let's go ahead," he said with an idea forming, "but if I notice her peeking - I won't warn you first."

Siyuan giggled and stood up smoothing her short skirt. She grabbed the cushion from the chair and threw it in front of Wang Zhuo's feet before pulling him up to remove his tight-fitting tank top.

Her eyes shimmered like stars at night, cheeks flushed rosy red with a faint sheen on her lips that looked like natural lip gloss. Tucking loose strands behind her ears revealed an utterly adorable face drenched in sweat droplets as her nose flared gently from excited breaths.

Wang Zhuo stood up smiling and let her pull down his shorts before picking up the remote control from the table. Instead of turning on air conditioning, he opened a high window for ventilation.

Golden sunlight filtered through the tall green shrubs outside while a warm breeze drifted into this spacious dining room. Wang Zhuo naturally inhaled deeply as he felt something soft and smooth sliding against him - wrapped completely in love...