Gan Lin hurried over, anxious, only to find this lazy fellow completely unruffled, not in the least bit nervous, and even in the mood to play. This left her utterly exasperated.

She truly had no recourse with Wang Zhuo, so she finally sat on the sofa and let him have his fill of enjoyment. Only then did she say in annoyance, "Enough? It’s time to discuss serious business."

"I could never get enough for a lifetime," Wang Zhuo grinned, burying his face deeper, taking a deep, hard breath of her fragrant scent, rubbing his face comfortably deep within the curve of her breasts.

"May you suffocate then," Gan Shuang gripped his head tightly with irritation, holding him there for a long while before finally letting go.

Wang Zhuo then sprang up. "Alright, business."

Seeing the memo board he displayed, Gan Shuang was stunned. "These two are your suspects?"

"Something like that," Wang Zhuo pointed to Ma Qiang's name. "You already know about him. If it turns out he’s involved, I’ll pass a message to the Ma family via Qin Xue, see how they intend to play this. But I doubt it’s him personally; with his own capability, I don’t think he could manage to get these six liquor companies to release that joint statement. So the suspicion should be on the Ma family, not Ma Qiang as an individual."

"I understand," Gan Shuang nodded, then pointed to Qin Sijin’s name. "And what about this one? Aren’t you on good terms?"

"It is related to her, but not her personally," Wang Zhuo scratched his head and chuckled dryly. "I suspect someone who wants to be Qin Xue's son-in-law, or a family aiming for a marriage alliance with the Qin family, is using this tactic to suppress me, a potential rival."

Gan Shuang looked astonished, then chuckled without amusement. "You mean someone is afraid of you becoming too powerful, and so, in order to marry Qin Sijin in the future, they are trying to eliminate you, the competitor, while you're still in the cradle?"

"That’s the gist of it," Wang Zhuo shrugged innocently. "You know the rumors about me potentially being Qin Xue’s chosen future son-in-law are spreading widely now. I estimate even your classmates have heard about it, right?"

Gan Shuang pouted. "We have heard it, yes, but your speculation is too unreliable. If the person causing trouble to create an opportunity to get close to Qin Sijin found out that Qin Xue didn't take kindly to it, wouldn't that be counterproductive? Qin Xue is not someone easily deceived."

"I also think it’s unreliable, but besides these two suspects, I can’t find any other enemies capable of pulling this off," Wang Zhuo said with a bitter smile. "There are quite a few people who want to stab me in the back, but few who can inflict such a heavy blow."

Gan Shuang pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement. "Those six liquor companies, while not top-tier, are leaders among the second-tier producers. Their combined annual output value is close to ten billion; this is no petty scheme by a small distillery seeking notoriety. If these six companies truly meant to distance themselves from Wangchao Wuliang of their own accord, then the CEOs must all have gone mad, failing to distinguish friend from foe. Wangchao Wuliang is creating an industrial miracle right now, leveraging this momentum to rapidly increase production and reap massive profits. Why would they play the fool and turn away from money, actively cutting themselves off?"

"It’s easy to imagine the impact on the sales of the liquor under these six companies after this statement is released. Therefore, this statement is absolutely a double-edged sword, hurting the enemy by a thousand while damaging oneself by eight hundred. Without a monumental driving force, such a grand maneuver wouldn't happen."

"If this really is connected to Qin Sijin, then this is truly undeserved trouble," Wang Zhuo said with a bitter smile, his expression suddenly hardening.

"What is it?" Gan Shuang asked quickly.

Slap.

Wang Zhuo clapped his hands hard, his eyes shining with a brilliant light. "There is another possibility: someone is using the suppression of my industry to constrain Qin Xue's development."

"Has the level of conflict escalated to political maneuvering?" Gan Shuang felt a sense of disbelief, then immediately recalled the five-year plan Wang Zhuo had formulated for Wangchao Wuliang. That involved a massive industry worth hundreds of billions, capable of influencing the short-term direction of the global economy and even altering some national cultural customs—it was certainly significant enough to reach this height.

"I hold nuclear weapons in my hands."

Wang Zhuo snorted with robust confidence, then lifted Gan Shuang’s back, still immersed in awe and shock, pushing up the interfering bra and comfortably grasping the other set of nuclear weapons.

"Then what do we do next?" Gan Shuang pulled herself back from her adoration, feeling her body gradually heat up.

"Find out who is causing trouble behind the scenes and strike back," Wang Zhuo replied simply, hooking his toe around the nearby rolling bar stool and pulling it over.

With a press of the handle, the bar stool rose to its highest point. He stood up and sat on it, and Gan Shuang understood his intention.

"What are you doing?" she asked irritably.

Wang Zhuo smirked. "You’re asking the obvious."

"Cut it out, I don't know anything," Gan Shuang turned her face away.

Her fair, tender face reflected a soft glow in the morning sun. Her slightly pursed lips were rosy and bright, and her large, sparkling eyes seemed to convey the deep emotions stirring in her heart.

"Be good, come here," Wang Zhuo pulled her up, unzipped the sides of his sweatpants with one hand, and with a flick of his wrist, he became half-naked. "Weren’t you wearing shorts when you were running?" Gan Shuang was dumbfounded.

Wang Zhuo nodded proudly. "Just trying it occasionally; it's quite comfortable."

Gan Shuang imagined him running, that lump inside his sweatpants swinging restlessly—Good heavens, how perverse!

"Come quickly," Wang Zhuo beckoned.

"Go wash up first."

"No need to wash, I’m clean. Smell me if you don't believe me."

"I don't believe you. You must have gone to the restroom after your run," she retorted.

"Even if I did, there’s no smell. Taste me if you don't believe me."

"I won't... Mmm..."

Wang Zhuo placed his left foot on the sofa armrest and braced his right knee against the backrest, towering over her in a posture like a celestial giant.

The soft, delicate touch between his legs sent waves of pleasure rushing to his head.

The girl sat in the corner of the sofa, her sports top and bra hanging around her neck, her huge, snowy peaks exposed to the air, tilting her face up to welcome Wang Zhuo’s advances.

The sensation of that mess