Wang Zhuo's lips curved into a silent smile. He turned and locked the office door securely from within. Just one wall separated this room from the staff workspace, though they always knocked first when entering to report matters - an unspoken rule they all followed. Still, better safe than sorry.

Their relationship had long since passed the honeymoon phase. Describing them as "old married couple" might be a stretch, but there was definitely no trace of romantic naivety left between them. Sitting side by side on the sofa, Wang Zhuo merely rested one hand on her thigh for a brief caress before pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"Ready?" Guan Yingying's eyes glinted with mischief as she asked, "Don't chicken out at the last moment again..."

"I was thinking about career advancement," Wang Zhuo protested, "Stop painting me as some cowardly turtle."

"Fine. Let's call it that." Guan Yingying didn't bother arguing and simply teased further, "So when are we finally going to do this?"

"I haven't been dragging my feet at all!" Wang Zhuo denied vehemently, "Since you're bringing this up now... Better make it today!"

Guan Yingying blinked. "Really?"

Wang Zhuo shrugged indifferently.

"Good." Guan Yingying shifted upright and grabbed pen and paper from the desk. Today was October 15th - just past Qi Fei's safe period but before ovulation began. "If you want to be a father, it starts with daily practice."

As he watched her draw diagrams, Wang Zhuo felt another wave of bitter amusement. It wasn't that they longed for parenthood - although men must shoulder responsibilities when women yearned for motherhood. Better to face this inevitable chapter head-on.

In truth, natural conception was his preference, but Qi Fei insisted on traditional rituals regarding such sacred matters - showcasing their differing perspectives. Guan Yingying wanted a romantic beachfront proposal under sunset skies, fully immersed in nature's grandeur.

He'd consulted others too. Xu Chu dreamed of video documenting for future memories; He Ye cared more about the act itself than location. Fu Xiran requested no sausage consumption if the moment ever arrived - a condition Wang Zhuo readily accepted.

Becoming fatherhood? Mixed emotions churned within him. His health metrics were exemplary, and Qi Fei's equally optimal after months of meticulous preparation for motherhood.

After discussing technicalities, Guan Yingying folded the paper and tucked it into his jacket pocket with a pat before asking, "You were avoiding someone when you answered that call?"

"Just some social obligations," Wang Zhuo explained. An old classmate had shown up with two first-year students claiming to be fans...

"Ah, I see." Guan Yingying's eyes sparkled mischievously, "Girls, no doubt?"

Wang Zhuo nodded. "My classmate is male..."

"So they're two girls?" she pressed curiously, "How did they look?"

"How am I supposed to know!" he protested, "We've never met before."

"Are you asking about their academic records then? Everyone in your university system are geniuses after all," Guan Yingying teased, "Your classmate wouldn't risk bringing two unattractive girls just to avoid your wrath - they'd get murdered!"

"I have manners!" Wang Zhuo corrected quickly. "Never raise my voice..."

"Right, you prefer using violence instead." Guan Yingying elbowed him playfully before returning to her question, "So how did they look?"

"Decent enough..." he relented eventually. "One was quite plump, the other average - though their names were amusing."

"Amusing?" Guan Yingying's curiosity piqued instantly. "What were they called?"

Wang Zhuo chuckled. Both had similar-sounding names to a famous American celebrity known for self-recorded videos - Da Shan and Rong Xue. When he explained the name similarities, Guan Yingying burst into giggles.

"Imagine someone actually choosing such names!" she mocked, "Perfect match isn't it? Why didn't you say 'baby, give me a taste' to them?"

Wang Zhuo groaned at her crude humor. "You're getting worse by the day..."

Guan Yingying huffed. "I only embarrass you specifically - what about you?"

The thought of his secret escapades made Wang Zhuo sweat profusely. Though Guan Yingying's tolerance was legendary, he knew she'd lose it if discovering his hidden entanglements.

"Confess," she purred while trailing her fingers along his thigh, "Who's the latest victim of your charm?"

"Now I only want to ravage you." He unzipped his pants with a sly grin.

As he reached inside his zipper, Guan Yingying quickly restrained him, "Not here! This is my office!"

"Exactly why it's so exciting," Wang Zhuo leered, "Come on baby, wrap me up."

The workday ended.

While saying goodbye to Director Guan at the exit, a meticulous employee noticed her lipstick had changed - an entirely different shade from when she arrived in the afternoon.

I should buy another Maybelline tube once this month's salary arrives! The employee mused without connecting it to her boss's sudden make-over.

Wang Zhuo drove both Qi Fei and Guan Yingying first for dinner at Bund before returning home to their residence in "East Fame," a luxury community now considered Jiangzhou's top residential complex. Once, the famed Tangchun Yi Pin property boasted "for those with assets exceeding 100 million RMB", each unit priced at 50 million. To reside permanently here required a minimum of several hundred million net worth - even for ten-millionaires, purchasing just one residence would be financially crippling.

For commoners and working-class families, merely securing cleaning jobs within the community was considered an honor - monthly maintenance fees easily covered their entire annual salary!

Yet Wang Zhuo found his eighty-square-meter apartment far more comfortable than these ostentatious mansions. Indeed, as promised during sales pitches, East Fame's residents included celebrities, business magnates and corporate leaders. Even waiting in the lobby coffee shop might land an encounter with a venture capitalist - offering actual networking value.

As they entered their elevator, they immediately encountered familiar faces.

Li Guangyi! Both men exclaimed simultaneously before erupting into laughter together.

After enthusiastically parting from his business partner, Wang Zhuo marveled at how Li had upgraded to this exclusive community. Just over a year ago, the man was still complaining about drainage issues in his underground parking garage!

As "Wangchao Wuliang" and "Shengshi Shuangjiao" were rival properties, Li Guangyi wasn't close with Qi Fei or Guan Yingying but frequently interacted with Fu Xiran and Gan Shuang. It was fascinating how wealth naturally narrowed social circles.

That night, Wang Zhuo stayed overnight at East Fame. Yet fatherhood required precise timing - egg viability lasted about two days maximum (some extended to three days), while sperm remained fertile for roughly twenty hours within female bodies. Optimal conception chances occurred only during the one-to-two day window around ovulation.

Consequently, he returned every other night to this luxurious residence, pretending to be an attentive husband despite knowing through his x-ray vision that Qi Fei wasn't "prepared" yet.

"Just wait a few more days," he teased Guan Yingying about applying face masks during safe periods.

Though joking, he'd already experienced the exquisite sensation of full penetration - a complete physical and emotional merging surpassing fleeting pleasures like oral stimulation or other intimate acts. The ultimate proof of devotion was a woman's willingness to bear another man's child.

Wang Zhuo knew all too well about social dynamics: getting women to perform certain favors required effort, but convincing them to become mothers demanded entirely different considerations since it forever altered life trajectories and created unbreakable blood ties with shared responsibilities.

He couldn't offer Qi Fei legal legitimacy. She'd need to secretly travel to Singapore for motherhood - an ultimate sacrifice proving her undying commitment.

Fortunately, Singapore provided world-class childcare conditions surpassing any domestic city in food safety, transportation security, medical standards and overall safety while still maintaining Chinese-friendly environments with favorable climates.

These were future considerations though. Currently, his mission remained singular: focused conception efforts every night. With x-ray vision monitoring progress each evening, he searched eagerly for the moment of life's first spark - yet no fruits ripened prematurely on these trees. His "athletes" reached finish lines only to circle endlessly outside doors awaiting that one mysterious medal destined for unknown hands.