Qu Jingyou desired a respectable career that would allow her, from her fallen noble house, to maintain a semblance of princess status. Having grown accustomed to a life of being cherished, flattered, and adored, she was unwilling to become mere "Tang Monk flesh"—prey to monstrous spirits—simply because she was the Heavenly Dynasty's imperial brother whom the entire nation admired.

Thus, she sought to achieve true fruition and attain immortality. Before embarking on the Journey to the West, Tang Monk was an object of national worship and envy, precisely mirroring the life she led as the little princess of the Qu family.

Now, she was like the Tang Monk on the pilgrimage, with even pig-devils and bear-monsters eager to take a bite, or outright snatch her away. Had her scheme against Wang Zhuo succeeded earlier, the result would have been comparable to the effect when Tang Monk returned to the Great Tang with the true scriptures!

This, perhaps, was the true depiction of her current state. But now, her plan had utterly failed.

She, the hunter, had instead become the hunted prey, and events were spiraling in a direction she could not control. Wang Zhuo, the upstart she once scorned, had conquered her, mastered her, and grasped her fatal weakness.

**Afterward, Qu Jingyou lay sprawled naked on the sofa, savoring the lingering softness throughout her body, unwilling to move an inch. After washing up, Wang Zhuo returned from the washroom, asking her with a faint smile, "How do you feel?" Qu Jingyou stared vacantly at the floor, murmuring, "How wonderful it would be if I could just die right now." "To hear the Way in the morning, and to die in the evening is a small price to pay." She had been pleasured to the point of welcoming death; this phrase was arguably the highest compliment she could pay Wang Zhuo.

"How can that be? I haven't enjoyed myself enough yet." Wang Zhuo laughed heartily, crouching down.

"Come, warm me up." The area he indicated felt slightly cool after their cleansing, still flaccid and drooping from the recent intense exertion. Qu Jingyou shot Wang Zhuo a look of resignation, opened her mouth, took him in, and used the warmth of her mouth to help him regain temperature.

The formerly lofty Princess of the Qu family—reserved, proud, and aloof—was now completely subdued by him, body and soul. "I have a question," Wang Zhuo said, stroking her smooth back, which felt like perfect silk.

"Even a starving camel is larger than a horse. Even if your life isn't ideal, you are still a hundred, a thousand times better off than the average person.

Why would you take such a risk and scheme against me?" His tone was that of someone discussing a casual matter. The enmity between them had been completely dissolved in their recent exchange; his question was driven purely by curiosity, not accusation.

Reaching up to cup his treasure, Qu Jingyou momentarily pulled away, looking up and offering a bitter smile. "Do you know the sorrow of a starving camel?" Wang Zhuo considered this, nodding slightly.

It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but hard to go from luxury to frugality. Having lived a life of silks and fine dining, and reveled in constant adulation, the sudden absence of it all could drive someone to desperate measures.

Putting himself in her shoes, if he were suddenly forced back into poverty, even though he considered himself a man of action rather than pleasure-seeker, he would find it extremely difficult to adapt. For that matter, if his women were all taken from him and he was left with only a plain, arrogant woman as a romantic partner, he’d surely go mad!

Seeing his slight nod, Qu Jingyou gave a self-deprecating laugh and took his treasure back in, drawing him in with slow, deliberate suction. Wang Zhuo’s mind cleared instantly.

After receiving such focused service from a noble princess, who would ever bother spending a few hundred yuan to visit a low-class country prostitute?! "I think I can do something for you," Wang Zhuo grinned slyly.

"Seeing how enthusiastically you served me." The word 'served' no longer brought any shame or indignation to Qu Jingyou; she was utterly won over to Wang Zhuo, accepting his dominance submissively. "What you really lack isn't money, but a position that allows you to be proud again, right?" Wang Zhuo began to slowly rock his hips.

"I have a project nearing completion here. Most of your family seems to have immigrated to developed Western nations, hasn't they?

Making you the President of the North American region should satisfy your goal." Qu Jingyou frowned slightly, blinking her puzzled eyes. What kind of project was this, that the regional administrator would hold a title as high as President?

Patting her cheek, Wang Zhuo withdrew his weapon and lay down on the other end of the sofa. "Come, I'll rest a while, and I'll tell you slowly." Seeing his legs spread—one foot on the floor, the other bent and open to the side—Qu Jingyou understood his meaning.

She shot him a reproachful look, knelt up, gathered her loosened hair, and buried herself back in the nest of curls. Wang Zhuo gazed leisurely at the ceiling, savoring her meticulous service, and said, "Did you know, if I had accidentally been finished by you three months ago on that night, the world would have lost the greatest invention in the history of human medicine." Is he really exaggerating that much…?

Qu Jingyou paused, letting out an annoyed laugh, the warm air from her mouth causing the curls to flutter. "Think I'm talking nonsense without a draft, do you?" Wang Zhuo smiled faintly.

"If it weren't for how obedient you are, I wouldn't be willing to give you the North American regional presidency. That's the most developed market in the world; even though your development capabilities are strong and you have some connections there, this is an incredibly powerful project, powerful beyond your wildest imagination." Qu Jingyou became instantly curious.

Despite knowing a great deal about Wang Zhuo's affairs, she had never managed to pry into the research he was currently pursuing. Could it be a major breakthrough?

"Here, you need to apply more effort here," Wang Zhuo guided her hand downward. Once she applied more effort, Wang Zhuo continued, "With your family's deep academic roots, you should understand high-level business issues.

Tell me, if there were a cheap, non-toxic, side-effect-free weight loss drug that worked for ninety percent of people—one that could be taken orally for long-term use, injected for short-term use, and even applied topically—what kind of market would it have?" Qu Jingyou froze, utterly stunned! Obesity was an error in human evolution, an unbearable burden, one of the most intractable problems in medicine—it was...

But this man before her claimed he had solved the problem of obesity! Wait!

He only said he developed a new project, it might not be obesity; no! If it wasn't the obesity problem, how could it justify the title "President of the North American region"?!

Qu Jingyou's thoughts raced, and she momentarily forgot to continue her 'caress' with her tongue. A tap on her head from Wang Zhuo brought her back to attention.

Just as she was about to voice her myriad questions, Wang Zhuo interrupted, "Focus on your task. You only need to listen with your ears." This man is too domineering...

Qu Jingyou puffed out her cheeks and lowered her head again. "Western fast food created countless little fatties in China, and there are even more in America.

They have true 'thousand-jin ladies,' weighing close to half a ton—not like your hundred pounds." "Obesity is the root of disease; that's not just some advertising slogan for a slimming product. Those who live long lives are thin; the fat ones all died off prematurely." "There are many causes of obesity, but they all converge on one point: absorption and conversion.

If you control absorption, or inhibit conversion, people simply won't gain weight." "Then, with a little extra exercise, the fat will melt away, expelled as sweat." "Countless medical institutions worldwide are striving to conquer the problem of weight loss, some for over a century." "I hardly need to elaborate on the profit this project will generate. And America, or rather North America, has the largest concentration of fat people—and rich fat people at that." "Ha!

What good is wealth? Without me, no matter how rich they are, they are just fat people, forced to compromise with their own fat." "Do you understand now?

The Presidency of the North American region is an immense honor. You will be the bringer of good tidings, the angel, the queen to the world's wealthiest group of obese individuals!" "Originally, I planned to carve out the US market separately, but...

yes, yes, exactly. But your tongue is too superb.

As a reward for your service, I've decided to bundle in Canada and the other countries with you. Am I not generous?!" "Hss—wait a moment, let's go deeper.

Oh, that feels so good..." "It's hard to believe, isn't it? A problem that so many people, investing so much capital, resources, and manpower, struggled with for decades, even centuries, has been solved by me." "Heh, maybe I was destined to be someone who creates miracles?" "Now you understand?

If you had finished me off in the spring, this gospel intended for the obese people of the entire world would have been utterly erased." "Still in disbelief? That’s fine.

I managed to create both an anti-hangover product and a hair removal product, which proves I am not someone who just boasts or makes empty promises to please a woman for a moment. You know I'm not the type to write bouncing checks just to win a woman's fleeting affection." Hearing this, Qu Jingyou abruptly stopped her actions and looked up.

"Can I ask one question?" "Ask," Wang Zhuo smiled faintly. "If what you say is true—that you’ve actually developed an effective weight loss medicine—why would you hand the North American region over to me?" Wang Zhuo lightly stroked her nose, his expression playfully frivolous.

"Because your transformation pleases me greatly." Qu Jingyou offered a self-mocking laugh. The young lady of the esteemed Qu family had come to the point where she was praised by a man for her oral technique—how utterly humiliating.

"Then do you know how massive the North American market is? How can you make such a promise so casually?" Wang Zhuo laughed heartily.

"Are you about to say that we aren't really familiar yet, and I should hand over such a massive piece of meat to one of my other women? That even in a rotation, it shouldn't be your turn?" Qu Jingyou bit her lower lip slightly, gazing intensely at him.

"That's actually not the issue," Wang Zhuo chuckled, ignoring her dissatisfaction and pushing her face back down. "I am a man who accomplishes great things.

This small piece of benefit, which seems monumental in your eyes, is merely one glorious milestone for me, considering I am only in my early twenties. The road of life is long, and more miracles will happen.

When time passes and we look back, what truly amounts to this single, paltry North American Presidency?"