A person’s life is filled with countless negotiations, too many to count.

This time, He Ye and Xu Chu presented completely different terms. He Ye demanded covering up, while Xu Chu demanded filming for posterity!

But that’s not what the script called for... Director Wang scratched his head repeatedly. Covering up wasn't what he wanted, and filming wasn't either!

Yet, they acted completely justified. They were offering him their first time, the fiery feast was as he wished—how could he refuse such a small request?

“You two, sort out your stories first, then come talk to me.” Wang Zhuo desperately wanted a cigarette. He thought he had managed to tame these two little kittens into complete obedience, but right at the final hurdle, their personalities were still this strong!

He Ye’s reasoning was sound; she was shy, hated being seen, and wished she could turn off the lights.

Xu Chu’s idea was equally valid; she felt this was the most important experience of her life, something to be cherished, recorded, and collected—priceless wealth that shouldn't be wasted.

What was all this nonsense... Wang Zhuo stood there, arms crossed, amused by the spectacle.

“Then you film, and I’ll cover up,” He Ye refused to budge.

Xu Chu smiled faintly: “I don’t mind, but you’ll definitely regret it later.”

“Both of you are getting weirder,” He Ye muttered, blushing.

Xu Chu shot back: “If you had been an ugly woman laughed at for many years like I was, you wouldn’t think that way.”

Another case of overcorrection... Wang Zhuo and He Ye thought simultaneously.

Since gaining her “rebirth,” Xu Chu had become much more outgoing, and concurrently, very narcissistic—a fact proven by the fact that she did nothing else over the entire eleven-day break except engage in various photoshoots.

So, Wang Zhuo wasn't entirely surprised by her request.

But He Ye was genuinely modest. She had enough courage to stand on the sidelines and watch the match, but having to perform for Xu Chu would absolutely mortify her.

Yet, this was precisely the effect Wang Zhuo appreciated...

A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold. Wang Zhuo could wait no longer. Two women together equal a thousand ducks; if he let them keep chattering until dawn, the sun would already be high!

“I’m sleepy! Come here and let me hold you while we sleep for a bit.”

And so, the three shared one blanket. He Ye took the opportunity to dim the lights.

Xu Meng tiptoed past the door, Wang Zhuo smiled silently, and began undoing He Ye’s clothes button by button.

Amidst gentle resistance, he peeled He Ye into a little white lamb, then turned back, patted Xu Chu, and pulled her down to lie beside him.

Soon, he felt a fiery embrace, soft and slick, accompanied by a suction grip of just the right strength, utterly intoxicating.

As expected, Xu Chu was more cooperative. A slight upward curve touched his lips as his fingertips teased the campus belle’s tender blossom, causing her to writhe unbearably—He Ye had a much lower threshold; even a light touch made her unable to bear it.

At some unknown point, the ice beauty shifted down, and Wang Zhuo pulled the fire beauty up, gently stripping her bare, then slightly increasing the light level.

He Ye under the covers didn't notice.

With a single glance, Xu Chu understood his intention, immediately laughed excitedly, got out of bed, set up the DV recorder she had borrowed from Wang Zhuo earlier, and started it.

Wang Zhuo had already figured it out: since he would keep this recording personally, there was no risk of leakage, so why not grant Xu Chu’s wish?

“Who goes first?”

“No one volunteering? Should we play rock-paper-scissors?”

They didn't play rock-paper-scissors, but he did receive two playful punches. Wang Zhuo chuckled softly in triumph: “Then I’ll start selecting. Don't get jealous if you aren't chosen.”

...

The sunlight shone brightly; the rooster crowed three times.

Xu Chu slept soundly, completely unaware of the warm sunlight reflecting off the car’s window film onto her smooth, fair calves.

He Ye slept nestled in Wang Zhuo’s arms, completely oblivious as Wang Zhuo’s wandering hands freely stroked her proud, perky hips.

It was because they had played far too hard the night before; they had been overly excited.

At this moment, Wang Zhuo was full of vigor, looking nothing like someone who hadn't slept all night. He stroked the campus belle’s proud hips lovingly while watching the footage recorded on the DV.

Every so often, a knowing smile crossed his face.

He Ye let out a silly giggle in her sleep, perhaps dreaming of something happy. She turned her face, her soft, beautiful hair pressed against Wang Zhuo’s thick, dense locks. Her delicate face nestled against a certain wrinkled, relaxed patch of skin near his thigh, wriggling contentedly twice.

Wang Zhuo could only give a dry laugh; she certainly found a comfortable spot.

It was time to turn his phone on, but he was pinned down by her weight and couldn't move to answer a call even if he did.

He looked down and noticed a faint smear of blood on his thigh, something he hadn't noticed before, now darkened to a dull color. He couldn't remember whose it was—hers or hers—only remembering the unique sensation upon entry, matched with the same ecstasy.

His own private bliss.

To turn off the lights or not—it made a difference; one could only appreciate the subtlety after trying, something even X-ray vision couldn't fully predict.

Entering He Ye felt tight on the outside yet soft within, just like her personality—under her reserved exterior lay consideration and tenderness. Xu Chu, however, possessed a strong, rhythmic pulsing, sometimes pushing away, sometimes drawing him in.

“Carp Mouth, Thousand Layer Wave.”

Wang Zhuo chuckled dryly, softly uttering the two legendary forms Fatty Dragon had incessantly boasted about. He heard that the little woman Yin Chunhong, the wine expert, possessed a Carp Mouth that drove Fatty Dragon to ecstasy and made him unable to stop. As for the Thousand Layer Wave, Fatty Dragon had only tried something similar once, lasting just three minutes before surrendering, and that woman never gave him another chance.

Who was that woman again? Wang Zhuo thought for a moment. It seemed to be a private model named Lu Yao, who had posed for ad photos with Nan Bing, Sun Donghao’s girlfriend...

According to Fatty Dragon’s analysis, the Carp Mouth was naturally occurring; otherwise, one would need surgery to obtain it. The Thousand Layer Wave, however, could be developed through practice; tutorials could even be found on Baidu. It had proven useful again.

But He Ye certainly hadn't had surgery, and Xu Chu couldn't possibly have practiced such advanced 'fireworks skills.' So, Wang Zhuo could finally feel smug today—having acquired two natural legendary forms in one night. If Fatty Dragon found out, he would surely smash his head against a wall out of jealousy!

One legendary form plus one equaled definitely more than two, and coupled with the Song of Ice and Fire, the pleasure multiplied geometrically. Wang Zhuo laughed again, a triumphant, unrestrained laugh.

...

While he was reveling in his pride, the people trying to call him were already frantic.

“Don’t worry, he must have run off somewhere else to have fun. He’ll be back soon.”

The speaker was Guan Yingying, who cheerfully comforted Qi Fei, showing no concern for Wang Zhuo’s safety.

“You only ever cover for him,” Qi Fei said irritably. “Compared to you, I seem too harsh on him. Maybe I should just stop caring. If he disappears, let him disappear!”

Guan Yingying giggled coyly: “You are the primary wife, the head wife, so of course you have to keep an eye on him. I’m just the peacemaker.”

“Right, right, just keep that attitude,” Qi Fei gave her a sharp look. “Wang Zhuo is spoiled rotten by you, turning into almost a hooligan!”

“Hmph,” Guan Yingying scoffed, teasingly: “Who really indulges him more? Don’t you know in your own heart? I’m not the one who obeys his every command. Watch out, or your sunflower might turn into a sunflower stalk.”

An insult about ginseng blooming! Qi Fei immediately flushed with anger, her ten fingers splayed as she lunged at Guan Yingying. They had been sitting in the bedroom talking, but now they tumbled onto the floor, wrestling in a heap.

As they were fiercely struggling, the intercom buzzed. Guan Yingying, agile, jumped up to look at the screen.

It was Siyuan, who had arrived early. She was slightly surprised, greeted her, and pressed the unlock button.

“Still haven’t found him?”

As soon as the young woman entered, Guan Yingying asked anxiously.

Siyuan had already tracked the location where Wang Zhuo’s phone was turned off. By simply reviewing the nearby police surveillance footage from that time frame, she found the conspicuous RV and the location where it disappeared from the cameras.

In short, Siyuan’s knowledge of Wang Zhuo’s precise location had an error margin of less than twenty meters.

But what was Wang Zhuo doing? Others didn't know, but she, as Director Wang’s most cherished little confidante, knew perfectly well! Naturally, this was not something she could easily share with Qi Fei and Guan Yingying, so she offered Guan Yingying a wry smile.

“The police system was recently encrypted. I haven’t had time to crack it yet.”

“Sigh,” Guan Yingying pouted and turned back.

Sitting on the sofa, Qi Fei said: “Forget it. For him, the master, to go missing, we can’t just ignore it. Let’s go check on her.”

“How is Anqi’s illness? Is it serious?” Siyuan asked with concern.

Wang Zhuo’s role as a cheap master was too easy; he found professional mentors for Anqi and Anqi and then washed his hands of them, not even realizing his disciple had been hospitalized with a persistent high fever for two days—truly derelict in his duty!

“Not optimistic,” Qi Fei frowned. “Her sister said the doctor hasn't confirmed the cause yet. Right now, they can only use various measures to control her temperature. Only after all the test results are out can they analyze the cause and treat it symptomatically.”

Guan Yingying said indignantly: “That Anqi is really something. She didn’t even tell Director Wang that her sister was hospitalized. If Anqi’s treatment is delayed, she’ll feel guilty her whole life.”

“Forget it, Yingying, don’t blame her,” Qi Fei advised. “She’s Anqi’s biological sister; how could she not care? It’s just that they didn’t expect the illness to be this serious. It’s been cold recently, and there are many colds going around, making misjudgment easy.”

Guan Yingying hummed, clearly not letting it go entirely.

“Then let’s go quickly. I sent Director Wang a text message; he’ll receive it as soon as his phone turns on,” Siyuan urged. She felt she might have made a mistake; Anqi’s condition was more serious than anticipated, and she hadn't notified Director Wang in time—a failure on her part as his little confidante.

The three went downstairs. Gan Lin’s call came in at that moment. Anqi’s fever hadn't broken for two nights and a day. Anqi had finally broken down and called Wang Zhuo this morning. When she couldn't reach him, she called Gan Lin, who then called Qi Fei, connecting them all one by one. Now, Gan Lin was also worried about Wang Zhuo’s whereabouts!

Meanwhile, Wang Zhuo was still intoxicated in the realm of soft beauty, lost in pleasure, completely unaware that a fire had broken out in his own backyard, threatening to spread to the main house!