Life is but a fleeting moment, a single spring for the grass and trees. Whether the journey itself is more important, or the destination, perhaps everyone holds a different answer in their heart.

Or perhaps, there is no answer at all. Wang Zhuo was the sort of man who valued both the process and the final outcome.

Thus, when he allowed himself to be capricious, he maintained a baseline of principle; and when he strove forward, he never forgot to appreciate the scenery along the way. The view from the summit is surely magnificent, but how could one possibly miss the sights along the path leading up?

…… The more one experiences, the more one discovers the subtle wonders within. Details forge the distinction, and difference equates to novelty.

Fu Xinran favored brightness; the light needed sufficient visibility. She constantly monitored Wang Zhuo’s reactions—it was both communication and admiration.

Many women desired a bed during moments of intimacy—soft, wide, warm, and comfortable. Others preferred shedding all constraints of clothing to face each other completely bare.

She, however, neither needed a bed nor found clothing restrictive; perhaps she even leaned toward doing "improper" things in a "proper" setting, while wearing "proper" attire. Outside the window, the lamps were beginning to light the city.

A slight breeze drifted in, bringing a touch of coolness to the damp parts of Wang Zhuo exposed to the air. “Tonight’s blind date is completely ruined,” Wang Zhuo said with a smile, drawing his five fingers out from the cool beauty’s temples, gently tucking a stray lock of her hair behind her ear.

Fu Xinran lifted her heated, lovely face, momentarily separating from the source of Wang Zhuo’s pleasure, and asked with a half-smile, “If you let me go now, there’s still time.” “How could I bear to?” Wang Zhuo grinned, lightly cupping her sharply chiseled jaw. With two playful tightenings of his sphincter muscle, the aroused length bounced against her coolly beautiful face, tapping it twice.

Though lacking real force, it caused her to reflexively close her eyes. When she opened them again, they were filled with a mixture of annoyance and shame.

Too much! Fu Xinran tried to stand up with a push, but her brain suddenly swam.

It was the brief cerebral hypoxia from rising too quickly after squatting for so long. “Don’t you understand the situation now?” Wang Zhuo teased with a chuckle.

“When you marry a chicken, you follow the chicken; when you marry a dog, you follow the dog. Now, you only deserve to love me.” That statement perfectly echoed what Ji Guang had said when breaking up with Fu Xinran: “Don't talk to me about love with a mouth that’s been used on others; you aren't worthy.” Fu Xinran first recovered from the dizziness, then glared angrily at Wang Zhuo, silently protesting this mischievous man who insisted on bringing up the sore spot.

“Actually, I should thank Ji Guang. Thank him for being so foolish as to let such an outstanding person as you go to me,” Wang Zhuo said, meeting her gaze sincerely, a smile on his lips.

“You understand it yourself; your heart only holds me now; there’s no room for anyone else.” Fu Xinran fell silent. Wang Zhuo was right.

Perhaps this was fate, perhaps this was destined entanglement. “I know how much courage and sacrifice it takes for a girl who isn't even skilled at kissing to do something like this.

It proves your love for me is selfless, wholehearted,” Wang Zhuo’s voice carried an intoxicating magic. “Just like how I risked my life developing new medicine to save An Qi, if I were in danger, you would risk your life for me too, wouldn’t you?” Fu Xinran gazed at him passionately, silent, but the corners of her lips curved into an understanding smile.

Outside, the lights of ten thousand homes were lit. The BD skyscraper still shone brightly, but many floors were dark; it had become much quieter.

Wang Zhuo’s level was illuminated by soft lighting, casting an ambient glow across the spacious living room, where the two were positioned near the glass curtain wall. The usually poised and cool Fu Xinran was crouched on the floor, her beautiful legs tightly encased in black stockings, her deep blue pencil skirt stretched tautly over her full, alluring hips.

Her lace white bra hung at her waist, the fabric slightly askew, allowing glimpses of two rosy plums beneath. She tilted her face up, listening to Wang Zhuo’s tender murmurs, her heart filled with warmth.

Wang Zhuo, reaching his prime, stood with his dress trousers pooled on the floor, revealing two strong, sturdy hairy legs. His shirt buttons were undone, exposing a strip of sharply defined pectoral muscles.

Beneath his stomach, a thicket of rich, glossy, vibrant hair curled, perfectly aligned with Fu Xinran’s well-defined crimson lips in height and position. Fu Xinran’s knees gently pressed against the back of Wang Zhuo’s leg, her hands lightly encircling the bend of his knee, allowing her to maintain balance effortlessly.

It was likely that only the Wang Zhuo family, with no branches, could manage such an intimate tableau while discussing matters of the heart. “Your happiness is my happiness,” Wang Zhuo decided he had said enough.

He gave a wicked smile and continued, “So, if you make me happy, you will be happy.” It sounded a bit like a tongue-twister, but Fu Xinran immediately understood. Her boss was requesting that she provide him with pleasure—and what else could it be besides that playful, bouncing object before her?

A little nervously, she asked softly, “Will my performance today make you feel that I’m too easy to handle?” Humans are utilitarian animals; things easily acquired are often not treasured. “What are you talking about?” Wang Zhuo glanced at her with mild displeasure.

“I only see your sincerity and your love. ‘Easy to handle’ is too vulgar and doesn't suit our relationship.” “Really?” Fu Xinran was instantly moved, feeling that Wang Zhuo, at this moment, was the most endearing person in the entire world.

“Of course, it’s true. Look how sincere my gaze is.” Wang Zhuo winked at her; this time, it had nothing to do with his abilities, just a genuine outpouring of feeling from his heart.

Meeting his eyes for two seconds, Fu Xinran nodded firmly. “I see it!” “Then, it’s time for happiness,” Wang Zhuo chuckled, lightly tracing the tip of her nose.

His left hand stroked her smooth earlobe, while his right hand adjusted the erection, guiding it toward her parted crimson lips… When she finally returned home, Fu Xinran remembered something she seemed to have overlooked for a long time. Throughout her involvement with Wang Zhuo, despite being five years his senior, she had always treated him as an equal.

Yet, in the passionate scenes that had just unfolded, Wang Zhuo had been in absolute control from start to finish, acting like a gentle and considerate older brother, a deeply affectionate man. “Finally, I’ve been bullied by him,” Fu Xinran said, sitting on her own sofa, savoring the memory of everything that had happened.

An indescribable emotion washed over her, and she suddenly burst into a soft laugh. “I’ve been conquered!” She sprang up from the sofa, booted up her computer, then quickly brewed herself a cup of instant coffee.

Returning to the keyboard, she meticulously recorded the day’s feelings in vivid prose. Then, she opened a little-known “blog,” clicked lightly with the mouse, and published the entry.

Note: Buloge is the term used for blog in Taiwan or Hong Kong regions. …… Time slipped by, and it was already late April.

The domestic sales of Dynasty Unlimited continued to climb steadily. As people became more aware of the product, acceptance grew, and those who initially held reservations finally set their doubts aside, becoming loyal users of this groundbreaking item.

What could be more enjoyable than drinking heartily with friends? Although the cost of alcoholic beverages had noticeably risen, having a good time was what mattered!

As for the overseas market, twelve countries and regions had already been penetrated. The Korean and Russian markets were showing the fastest growth.

The fastidious Japanese, however, were still struggling to change their long-established customs of social drinking, though Wang Zhuo anticipated that once the market was catalyzed, a massive surge would occur. Were large orders flying in like snowflakes?

No, no, this was no longer the era of faxes and telegrams. Gan Lin and Fu Xinran spent most of their time in video conferences with overseas partners, then placed orders with a click of the mouse.

After confirmation from the subordinate departments, boxes and containers of products were loaded onto transoceanic vessels, exported across the globe. After research, Wang Zhuo and his team decided to employ a scarcity marketing strategy for the initial overseas rollout, just as they had domestically.

This was done both to build brand recognition and to allow enough time for operations to mature before setting up overseas factories when the time was right. Like Coca-Cola, which has numerous production plants globally but tightly controls the core formula, Dynasty Unlimited is a functional beverage with broad market potential, though its sales volume couldn't yet match Coke’s.

Therefore, Wang Zhuo didn't need to establish too many factories; one per major region would suffice. As for Prosperous Dynasty, things remained largely the same recently.

Since Wang Zhuo shifted his business focus, the jewelry division's strategy gradually became less ostentatious, no longer as overtly aggressive. This provided a significant sigh of relief for those practitioners whose fortunes were built on speculating in jade.

After all, no one wanted a disrupter like Wang Zhuo in their field—someone they couldn't compete with and couldn't argue against—a truly vexing situation. The operation of Taoyuan Copper Mine was quite astonishing.

When international copper prices dropped, Wang Zhuo would guarantee purchase from the mine to maintain corporate revenue. When copper prices rose, Taoyuan Copper Mine would earn normally, and the copper Wang Zhuo had pre-purchased would be released to the market at the current price, earning him a handsome spread.

Others played futures; Wang Zhuo used his immense capital to deal in physical commodities. Many industry insiders scoffed that this nouveau riche was burning money because he had too much and nothing better to do, yet they couldn't help but marvel at his sheer reserves and financial might.

Many people marveled at Wang Zhuo’s wealth and might; just as many must have marveled at his ‘material strength and size.’ Recently, a small sensation swept through the Taiwan blogs because an influential blogger mentioned in her diary that her man measured 250 in length and was as thick as a child’s arm, leading to immediate accusations of sensationalism and sparking massive debate. This blogger, nicknamed ‘Bao’er,’ had previously posted self-indulgent photos from time to time.

Although she never revealed her full face, her sharp jawline and distinct lips were enough to spark infinite speculation. Especially given her scorching figure and provocative curves, she attracted endless envy and jealousy from women, and endless envy and jealousy toward her man from men!