Having played the part of a reserved lady for thirty-six years, always courteous in her dealings with others, never engaging in anything out of line, maintaining composure in all situations, and keeping her interactions strictly respectful.

Even when engaging in intimate acts, Ning Yao had never once turned on a light, let alone taken a photograph! Daytime? That was an impossibility; what sort of lady would ever engage in such activities in broad daylight? Doing it twice in one night would be a rare anomaly, certainly not up to Film Empress Ning's moral standards!

It was over; she had completely fallen this time! Ning Yao could already envision a label stamped with a pair of demonic wings descending upon her head, branded with the word "**" — how could she ever show her face in public again after such a shameless act?

As he was grappling with his panic, the room gave a faint sound, and a tall figure slipped in. Ning Yao snatched a pillow, ready to throw it, only to hear Wang Zhuo chuckle wickedly and murmur in an ambiguous, low voice, "Little Yao Yao, guess what I brought for you?"

"What did you bring?" Ning Yao shot him a look devoid of warmth, the pillow poised for attack.

"Ta-da-da-da." Wang Zhuo swung his hands from behind his back, revealing a bowl of steaming hot sweet congee, a plate of delicate cold dishes, and a platter composed of cut fruit, presented instantly before her.

The pillow in Ning Yao's hand instantly froze; she couldn't throw it without sending the bowls and plates flying!

"Hurry up and eat, the temperature is just right." Wang Zhuo walked cheerfully to the small table, set down the bowls and dishes, then reached behind him, producing a pair of bamboo chopsticks. Seeing the beautiful woman sitting with a strange expression staring at him, he grinned, "I tucked them in beside my rear; the end for eating is facing up, so they shouldn't be dirty."

It turned out he had misinterpreted Ning Yao's look, thinking she found the chopsticks dirty from being tucked into his pants behind his back, hence his explanation.

Who is concerned about the hygiene of chopsticks right now?! Ning Yao thought irritably, tossing the pillow aside in vexation. But one couldn't stay angry at someone offering kindness; Wang Zhuo had brought her breakfast, and she truly couldn't bring herself to start an argument.

Seeing she remained seated, Wang Zhuo chuckled slyly, "Besides, how could our Little Yao Yao find me dirty? Which inch of my body haven't you kissed? Have you?"

Ning Yao immediately collapsed, burrowing her head under the pillow, kicking her legs in the air, utterly beside herself with frustration!

Wang Zhuo leaned down, inhaled the aroma of the congee with satisfaction, tucked the chopsticks into his mouth, picked up the tray, kicked off his slippers, and climbed onto the bed. Placing the items on the windowsill, he squatted beside Ning Yao and patted her bottom, which was as high and white as snow mounds.

The thick fat rippled instantly under the impact, sending wave-like tremors through the flesh, a satisfying elasticity that Wang Zhuo thoroughly enjoyed. He squeezed hard, his fingers sliding down into the crevice.

Ning Yao gave a sharp jolt and flipped over, glaring at him with shy reproach.

Wang Zhuo laughed heartily; a woman capable of shyness was the loveliest. At this moment, Ning Yao was demure and flustered, her chest rising and falling sharply with agitation, her hair still slightly disheveled, her face fully energized from deep sleep—truly in a state of glowing vigor.

He playfully held up his fingers, which glistened brilliantly in the sunlight, showing them to Ning Yao. She instantly flushed crimson and turned her head away, deeply embarrassed.

It was a purely physiological reaction triggered by seeing the photos; to have such a display so early in the morning was mortifying!

"Hurry and eat." Wang Zhuo leaned in to demand a kiss, but Ning Yao dodged him.

"Why are you dodging me?" he asked with a low huff.

Ning Yao paused, then replied insincerely, "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

"Then eat first, brush afterward." Wang Zhuo patted her back, the smooth, soft texture distracting him, causing him to stroke it a few more times after the pat. A woman should never leave any room for negotiation when a firm stance is required. Ning Yao understood this principle; otherwise, she wouldn't have earned the reputation of being frigid behind closed doors in the entertainment industry. But in front of Wang Zhuo, she found she couldn't be resolute. Her already softening resolve was utterly scattered by the simple congee and side dishes on the windowsill...

She tossed her long hair, grabbed the chopsticks Wang Zhuo offered, and immediately lowered her head to eat. She had to admit the food was genuinely delicious, and she was truly hungry. She hadn't eaten much last night and had been busy half the night; it was almost noon now, so of course she was hungry!

"Huh?"

Wang Zhuo suddenly exclaimed in surprise, picking up the phone from the quilt and asking, "You still haven't deleted the photos?"

Ning Yao acted as if she hadn't heard, continuing to eat without a word.

"This one is nice," Wang Zhuo flipped to a picture and grinned, showing it to her.

She turned her head away, refusing to look.

Wang Zhuo wisely fell silent. After a moment, he suddenly asked, "How does it taste?"

"Quite good," Ning Yao replied casually.

Then she saw Wang Zhuo presenting the photo where she had opened her mouth toward the camera, and she instantly understood the double meaning in his question!

She shot Wang Zhuo a fierce glare and brought her fist down hard toward his chest.

With Wang Zhuo’s agility, he didn't even need his X-ray vision; he simply lifted one hand, caught her wrist, and pulled her toward him. With a soft cry, she was drawn into his embrace, her chin lifted as he kissed her deeply.

The intimacy lingered, and just as Ning Yao thought Wang Zhuo was about to substitute his own 'big cucumber' for the sliced cucumber on the plate as her breakfast, Wang Zhuo gently pressed down her seeking hand.

"Not until after you've eaten," his voice held a hypnotic magic. "I'll get you an extra nutritional supplement later."

Ning Yao had already learned what the 'nutritional supplement' was before dawn. Wang Zhuo had lectured her on a host of scientific terms—ribonucleic acid, trace elements, fructose—and she suddenly felt incredibly foolish for believing the boy's nonsense and meekly consuming it!

"I wouldn't dream of eating your nutritional supplement," she retorted, giving Wang Zhuo a sharp glare, determined never again to yield to the scoundrel’s wishes; next time, forget eating it, she wouldn't even let him get it near her mouth!

"If you won't eat it, then let me enjoy the Dragon-Defying Drill," Wang Zhuo smiled sinisterly. "Your tongue is truly amazing; it makes me feel like I'm floating on air."

Ning Yao’s technique was clearly not as skilled as he claimed, but if a compliment could make such a stunning beauty willingly serve him, why withhold the praise?

"What drill?" Ning Yao hesitated, looking Wang Zhuo over with a sense of foreboding. "I didn't quite hear what you said."

"Eat first, and you'll know after," Wang Zhuo said, giving her a mischievously wicked smile before getting off the bed. "I'm going to wash up quickly; I'll be right back!"

...

One day later.

Qi Fei called Wang Zhuo, saying the company had received a cashier’s check, and the person delivering it claimed to be from a debt collection agency, with Wang Zhuo listed as the payee. Unsure of the situation, she called to inquire.

"How much?" Wang Zhuo asked casually while helping the Film Empress-turned-cook in the kitchen, stirring heavy cream with one hand.

Qi Fei paused, seemingly checking the check. "Eighteen million five hundred thousand."

Eighteen and a half million? Wang Zhuo paused, then remembered: "I know. That's the money I told you about that I won from Jing Yunquan. But the amount seems off. This is the full sum; shouldn't the debt collection agency take a ten percent commission? Why wasn't it withheld in advance?"

Ten percent was the absolute lowest commission standard for debt collection agencies. It was a rate Wang Zhuo—and a few figures from the upper echelon who disdained haggling with debtors—could command. Most others had to pay thirty percent or even higher commissions. Wang Zhuo, whose Uncle Dǐngrèn the Butcher was in that line of work, knew the rules of the industry intimately.

"Let me check first," Qi Fei said, calling out to someone else before engaging in conversation.

Ning Yao, who was kneading dough, turned her head, silently asking with her eyes about the identity of the woman on the phone. Wang Zhuo replied with lip movements, and a mischievous idea struck him. He stirred his right index finger a few times in the cream bowl and reached toward Ning Yao’s face.

The Film Empress shot him a look of annoyance, her red lips parting to draw the finger coated in white cream into her mouth. The soft sensation sent a tremor through Wang Zhuo. Her slick tongue delicately licked the finger, and an ambiguous atmosphere silently unfurled.

"I know now," Qi Fei suddenly said. "I've already sent that person away. He said their company hadn't even made a move yet when Jing Yunquan proactively sent someone to deliver this check to the company."

"Jing Yunquan is returning the money this eagerly?" Wang Zhuo asked back in surprise, noticing Ning Yao was now offering him a finger coated in cream, purely to cause trouble!

He glared at Ning Yao, pulled his finger out, and shoved her hand back toward her. Ning Yao pouted, sucking on her own finger, and glared back in challenge.

"Isn't it because you beat up Ma Qiang?" Qi Fei said with a mixture of laughter and exasperation. "The news has already spread within a small circle. Jing Yunquan must have been thoroughly terrified after hearing about it, fearing physical repercussions, so he rushed to deliver the money himself."

"Ha, it seems that’s exactly it!" Wang Zhuo realized, sweeping his X-ray vision around. He saw Siyuan, who had gone out to buy groceries, hadn't yet returned to the villa area.

"Ahem!" He cleared his throat to regain Ning Yao’s attention, then bent down, pulled down his trousers, and smeared a handful of cream onto his slight erection with a wicked grin.

Ning Yao turned to flee, but because her wrist was still held by him, she stumbled and ended up kneeling in front of him.

"I figure the debt collection agency must have heard the news too," Qi Fei continued analyzing seriously. "Otherwise, why wouldn't they take the ten percent commission offered by the person who came to the door? That’s over 1.8 million, after all."

"Makes sense," Wang Zhuo replied vaguely, pinching Ning Yao's ear to prevent her escape, a wicked smile plastered on his face.

Unable to break free or run, Ning Yao had no choice but to warn him with lip movements: Siyuan is almost back.

"What are you doing?" Qi Fei seemed to notice Wang Zhuo was distracted.

"Doing some cleanup work," Wang Zhuo replied with a suggestive chuckle, then covered the mouthpiece and whispered to Ning Yao, "Hurry up. You have enough time to finish it before Siyuan gets back."

Ning Yao hesitated for a moment, then decided not to argue further. She comforted herself: she couldn't possibly let him shove that large dollop of cream into his trousers when Siyuan returned!

Truly a destined rival from a past life, the Film Empress shook her head helplessly, adjusted her clothes, and knelt down.

Wang Zhuo watched contentedly as the beauty meticulously and seriously licked away the pure white cream. He heard Qi Fei say, "Then you carry on. Siyuan should be heading back to school soon too. You're short on cars, right? I've sent one over to pick her up; she should arrive in about half an hour."

Hearing Qi Fei’s words, Ning Yao’s body stiffened immediately. If Wang Zhuo was already this audacious while Siyuan was present, who knew what other mischief the scoundrel would conjure up once Siyuan left!