Back in 1997, the series My Fair Princess made "Little Swallow" a massive sensation across the Chinese-speaking entertainment world, catapulting actress Zhao Wei to instant fame; regardless of that actress's skills, the screenwriter’s box office appeal was undeniable.

Then, in 2011, Palace launched Luo Qingchuan into stardom, making Yang Mi an idol overnight, showered with accolades—Most Popular Actress in Fashion of the Year, Most Popular Actress in the Asia-Pacific region, Most Beloved Film Actress, in addition to roles as an image ambassador, goodwill ambassador, and a host of others.

There are countless similar examples: Meteor Garden made F4 and Shan Cai famous; Lust, Caution brought renown to Tang Wei; Under the Hawthorn Tree launched Zhou Dongyu; and 3D Jade Lovers made Lan Yan and Lei Kaixin famous!

The young women were thrilled, utterly ecstatic! Before choosing this path of no return, the senior sister who introduced them to the "flower agent" had strongly cautioned them: succeeding in this business required not only sacrifice but also reliance on elusive luck. If they encountered a man who only wanted to keep them hidden away, or a man who was merely hypocritical and dismissive, they would, at best, live a life of material comfort, and their dream of becoming a star would dissolve into nothing more than smoke and mirrors.

But they had encountered Wang Zhuo! A man capable of summoning wind and rain, a generous, forthright man who was both decisive and responsible! Money, to him, was merely a number; in terms of influence, he could shake the entire entertainment industry with a mere wave of his hand!

If kneeling at his feet to kiss his toes could demonstrate their reverence, they would do so without hesitation—just as rabid fans feel blessed when insulted by their idols. The truly obsessive and blindly devoted are incurable!

Seeing what looked like excited little stars shimmering in the eyes of the "Qiu Qiu" sisters, Fu Xinran could only offer a wry, helpless smile. Wang Zhuo’s destructive charm toward women seemed to have increased. If, previously, the two sisters might not have wholeheartedly accepted him, now they were likely willing to do anything for him.

This level of power, it seemed, could truly destroy people without anyone noticing…

After a meal, Fu Xinran learned that Wang Zhuo intended for her to temporarily house the two women he had introduced to her.

“This…” Fu Xinran hesitated, feeling slightly uneasy. Having lived alone for so long, suddenly having two other people around felt awkward.

Wang Zhuo waved his hand with authority: “What ‘this’? They are only staying a few days. The Beijing Film Academy application period is almost here.”

“Alright then,” Fu Xinran conceded. If she delayed agreeing any further, she might be punished by her boss again tomorrow. While being fed sausages by her boss during a business call was certainly thrilling, what would she say if someone found out later?!

Wang Zhuo gave her a meaningful, suggestive smile, the unspoken message being, ‘You’re wise to comply.’ Fu Xinran retaliated by pinching him under the table, but he caught her hand and brought it down to rest just three inches below his navel, right in the vicinity of his manhood.

She sighed inwardly. This man was excellent in every way, except he was excessively lecherous. His life was destined to include many exceptional women, and judging by the look of things today, the Qiu Qiu sisters were about to become two more additions to that list.

The concept of a godfather and goddaughter dates back to the old society. Note that gān (godfather) is the first tone, while gàn (god-daughter) is the fourth tone, implying a transactional or illicit relationship. This tradition has not faded in modern times; in fact, it has intensified.

Fu Xinran had no doubt that Wang Zhuo would not let such tempting morsels slip away! She felt the "Qiu Qiu" sisters practically worshipped Wang Zhuo, looking as if they longed to play a game of pushing boundaries. Given Wang Zhuo’s established philandering nature, while he disliked the idea of Yang Ru presenting them to him as a gift, he certainly wouldn't return them or discard them.

In terms of understanding Wang Zhuo, Fu Xinran likely ranked in the top five. Siyuan was undoubtedly number one—she was his confidante, his closest confidante. Due to her work, Fu Xinran spent nearly every day with him, and after their relationship deepened, Wang Zhuo entrusted her with managing many of his affairs. Consequently, Wang Zhuo’s subtle actions were rarely hidden from her, nor did he try to hide them.

Looking at the "Qiu Qiu" sisters, Fu Xinran suddenly felt a sense of ‘the tide turning’—in ten years, she might be considered past her prime, while these young sisters would still be in their prime. By that time...

By that time, that rogue Wang Zhuo would probably already be targeting the post-2010 generation! It seemed the Qiu Qiu sisters were born in the 2000s!

…

Clever women found justifications for themselves. One must constantly convince oneself throughout life, otherwise, one might succumb to perpetual indecision when faced with difficult matters.

Wang Zhuo, however, did not dwell on these matters. While the afterglow of excitement from his recent encounter with Yang Ru—that seductive spirit—had not yet faded, he threw himself into his work with complete focus, solving several challenging minor problems in succession.

If countless such problems were strung together, they would result in a world-shaking great invention. This was the sharpness of his X-ray vision. Sometimes, before sleeping, Wang Zhuo would review the day’s achievements and often reflect on his past actions—stone gambling, lottery scratching, mineral exploration—and dismiss them as utterly insignificant compared to his current capabilities!

Yang Ru had no idea that her enduring the humiliation to service Wang Zhuo’s “sausage” and, under his direction, massaging his “hairy egg” with her tongue, constituted a powerful contribution to the advancement and development of humanity.

Her sacrifice provided Wang Zhuo with a new surge of momentum. Perhaps one day, Wang Zhuo would record this brilliant moment in his memoirs, but it was unlikely anyone would know about it for the next few decades, if not centuries.

In early February, Jiangzhou was beginning to warm up for spring, but the north remained gripped by the lingering chill.

The enrollment process for the Beijing Film Academy officially began. On the first day, ten thousand applicants from all over the country registered in person, drawing intense media scrutiny.

A spring snowstorm in the capital had not dampened the enthusiasm of the applicants. This year, the intake for the undergraduate acting program had, for the first time, exceeded one hundred students; in previous years, it had only been thirty, fifty, or eighty. The acceptance rate had once reached as high as one in a hundred.

The great film empress Ning Yao was a graduate of this school’s directing program. Before her, there was another senior alumna who was also a beautiful and famous director, known in circles as Old Xu…

Currently, Old Xu held a position as a lecturer in the directing department at the school. In terms of fame and status within the industry, she outshone the rising star Ning Yao. However, Ning Yao certainly had the connections necessary to pull strings and ensure the school accepted "Qiu Qiu."

Although Ning Yao was regarded as a rare beacon of purity in the industry, she was not lacking in social connections. Furthermore, even the most powerful school administrators couldn't withstand Wang Zhuo’s "financial diplomacy," could they?

Consequently, the young women, having altered their names, ages, academic records, and even their birthplaces, were effectively pre-selected to become two new students in the undergraduate acting class before they even registered. Even Ning Yao couldn't help but sigh that this truly was an age where one depended on one's father. She herself had struggled mightily to squeeze into the directing program, yet these two sisters had effortlessly bypassed a threshold that felt like a chasm to so many young people, simply by acquiring a powerful godfather.

After successfully registering, the acting program still had subsequent hurdles like preliminary and final auditions, but for these twins, they could now relax and perform freely.

Wang Zhuo's plan to travel to Britain to “inspect the goods” was also nearly ready. However, the goods he was looking at this time were massive. The largest thing he had previously viewed was a piece of raw jade weighing only a few dozen tons; this time, he was looking at a super-sized behemoth weighing twenty thousand tons: the decommissioned British aircraft carrier, HMS Royal Princess!

…

“Twins are divided into monozygotic and dizygotic. Dizygotic twins form when the mother releases two mature eggs simultaneously that are fertilized separately. Monozygotic twins develop when a single fertilized egg splits into two, meaning their genetic coding is identical.”

“However, as they age, due to the accumulation of human chemical changes, the gene expression in monozygotic twins will also show certain differences—the older they get, the more pronounced this difference becomes. Therefore, if the older brother of monozygotic twins and his sister-in-law have a child, paternity testing could still accurately identify the relationship.”

“Fraternal twins who are a boy and a girl can only be dizygotic, which is why it’s rare to see boy-girl twins who look extremely similar.”

“Conjoined twins are monozygotic twins whose splitting process was incomplete.”

“Twins carry maternal lineage traits. Do you have any twins in your family?”

Hearing Wang Zhuo’s questions, Ning Yao paused her movements and shook her head with a faint smile.

The two of them were currently enjoying a cozy evening in Wang Zhuo’s villa on Miaofeng Mountain. Earlier, Wang Zhuo had treated the two military enthusiasts who would accompany him to Britain for the viewing to a large dinner. Upon returning to the villa, he was pleasantly surprised to find Ning Yao waiting for him.

“I have a cousin-in-law who is one of a set of twins; does that count?” Ning Yao asked with a smile.

“That certainly doesn’t count,” Wang Zhuo shrugged, extending the index finger of his right hand into her red lips, savoring the warm, moist enclosure, and murmuring softly, “Take off your clothes.”

Ning Yao frowned slightly, maneuvering his finger away, and pleaded hesitantly, “Not here, can we go to the bedroom?”

They were currently in the open-plan bar area on the second floor of the villa. After chatting for a while, Big Ball and Little Ball had grown drowsy and gone to sleep earlier. If they happened to wake up during the night and saw the light on, they might come to check what was happening.

Wang Zhuo had merely pulled down the zipper of her dress, taken out the plug, and asked her to help charge him—a request she could accommodate. But performing their intimate acts right there was something she couldn't accept.

“It’s fine right here. No need to go to the bedroom,” Wang Zhuo knew this woman’s temperament well: the more he pushed her, the more excited she became; she possessed a tendency toward masochistic enjoyment under his dominance.

Ning Yao looked up at the possessive young man with a slight pout of her wet, shining lips, seemingly conveying her inner dissatisfaction.

“Stop dawdling!” Wang Zhuo knew she was showing off her award-winning acting skills again. He commanded her sternly, deliberately, and picked up his phone from the table, activating the camera function—this was a major weapon against Ning Yao.

Although the lens was as small as a fingernail, it intensely aroused Ning Yao’s emotions: “You are not allowed to use close-up shots, and make sure you film me looking good…”

“Then you’ll have to give a good performance,” Wang Zhuo smiled mischievously. “Perhaps because my filming is so good, you might win a VN Annual Best Selfie Director award.”

What award was that? Ning Yao was confused. Where had she heard that name before?