The Huangpu River glittered, and a champagne-colored Audi B3 cruised along smoothly, giving the impression of a leisurely drive.

The driver was none other than our very own Director Wang Zhuo, and perched in the passenger seat, not bothering with a seatbelt, was the newly crowned campus belle, Rong Xue-sha, little sister Rong.

“Dare to ride in my car, aren’t you afraid of rumors swirling around school?”

“Heh, didn’t you know, the rumors are already as rampant as they can be?” Rong Xue-sha’s reply made Wang Zhuo pause slightly, then he let out a dry laugh. “Is it really that serious? We only ate dinner once, didn't we?” “Of course it is, and at least twenty girls have already come to me seeking confirmation. At least twenty suitors who used to hover around me have suddenly vanished.” Wang Zhuo chuckled dismissively. “I believe the first part, but isn’t the number a bit exaggerated?”

Little Sister Rong let out a soft huff, her eyes flicking around. “You don’t believe in my charm?” Wang Zhuo shook his head. “I just don’t believe there are that many worthless men at our school.” Rong Xue-sha pouted. “That’s because you spend too little time at school; your experience is lacking.” Wang Zhuo couldn’t refute this point. As he kept the car moving steadily along the riverside road, he said, “I think it’s better for men to maintain some pride; being overly persistent really lowers one’s standing.”

“I think so too.” Rong Xue-sha giggled. “But they think a good woman is won over by persistent men, so what can I do?” Wang Zhuo shrugged helplessly. To each their own; you can’t force it. Women nowadays are spoiled rotten by those obsequious men, developing both princess syndrome and a sense of superiority—every single one of them looks down on everyone else. This trend is only escalating; truly, the world is going downhill.

“Let’s get down to business. What exactly did you promise Geng Bin and the others that made them so ecstatic?” Rong Xue-sha finally posed the question that had been burning in her mind for a long time.

“Do you really need to know?” Wang Zhuo teased. “I dare not tell you, for fear of shattering your values.” “I know! It’s something naughty, right?!” Rong Xue-sha’s eyes lit up, her cheeks faintly flushed, as she asked, “Is it related to Da Qiji?”

So she guessed in that direction... Wang Zhuo blinked, smiled, and nodded.

Rong Xue-sha’s almond eyes widened. “Oh my, Da Qiji and Shang Di Ai Wo—you actually created those?” “They’re about to be released,” Wang Zhuo joked. “What, our campus belle Little Sister Rong watches R-rated films too?”

Rong Xue-sha chuckled lightly, easily retorting, “That joke has no novelty to it. Are there still female university students these days who haven’t seen adult films?” “Sharp-tongued,” Wang Zhuo pointed at her, shaking his head and smiling.

“Can I ask one more question?” Rong Xue-sha’s pretty face grew even redder as she asked somewhat bashfully.

Wang Zhuo’s heart skipped a beat. “What is it you want to ask?” The campus belle pondered for a moment, then stammered softly, “Is... is yours so big... because you used Da Qiji?” Wang Zhuo was stunned, remarking with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, “It seems I still underestimated you; you can even ask such an unladylike question!”

Rong Xue-sha smiled playfully, waiting for his follow-up.

Wang Zhuo had no choice but to explain. “The Da Qiji you mentioned is actually named bigman, meaning ‘Big Man’ or ‘Important Person.’ My answer is that this particular serum was only recently successfully developed… do you understand now?”

“Before you and Irene... that?” Rong Xue-sha pressed eagerly for details.

Wang Zhuo rolled his eyes. “Don’t you know my nickname?” “Director Wang... oh, and Two-Five-Zero!” Rong Xue-sha suddenly realized. The nickname 250 had been around for ages; it truly had nothing to do with Da Qiji!

“It’s Two-Five-Zero,” Wang Zhuo corrected with a wry smile, muttering, “I really shouldn’t have brought this up with you... this topic isn't fun at all.”

Rong Xue-sha let out a suppressed laugh. Inside, there was a sense of smugness, excitement, and a faint fluttering sensation. The more she interacted with Wang Zhuo, the more she was drawn to his charisma. This feeling must be what admiration felt like!

“Your Majesty, that commoner is here again!” A cell phone ringtone interrupted their conversation. Wang Zhuo casually picked up the Bluetooth headset resting in the center console, put it on, and answered.

“Boss, I got the composite photo of you and Little Sister Rong from Liu Zhanfu. Should I send it via email or multimedia message? Are you still with Little Sister Rong?” Wang Zhuo was torn between laughter and tears, glancing at Rong Xue-sha sitting in the passenger seat, before calmly replying, “Send it via email.”

“Got it! I’ll hang up then.”

Less than half a minute later, the photo arrived. Its realism was astonishing; even Wang Zhuo stared for a moment, dryly shaking his head. Looking at this artfully stitched photo, an unusual feeling welled up inside him. Due to the remarkably coincidental shooting angle, Rong Xue-sha’s sweet, pretty face seemed genuinely tilted beneath him. Her slightly extended pink tongue appeared to be touching his pride, a soft, silky sensation.

Seeing him staring at the phone screen with an enigmatic smile, Rong Xue-sha curiously asked, “What are you looking at?”

Since you teased me just now, it’s my turn to tease you back... Wang Zhuo made no sound, simply handing the phone over to her.

When she took the phone, Rong Xue-sha’s body gave a slight jolt. On the screen was one of the composite photos that had caused such a stir at school a few days ago. Good heavens, Director Wang was looking at such vulgar material!

Rong Xue-sha instantly flushed crimson. Being cheerful didn't mean being promiscuous; being carefree and generous didn't mean she wouldn't feel shy. She could maintain her composure when flirting on the edge in conversation like just now, but this photo was too mortifying. She hadn't even kissed a boy, let alone done anything that compromising!

Seeing her finally flustered, Wang Zhuo smirked wickedly, deliberately teasing her with a suggestive gaze.

“Filthy,” Rong Xue-sha muttered softly.

“What did you say?” Wang Zhuo hadn't heard clearly.

Rong Xue-sha huffed. “This was just sent to you, right? Who did it? Was it Geng Bin?” Wang Zhuo smiled faintly and nodded. “This image really is well-edited; at first glance, it looks real.”

“No matter how real it looks, it’s fake.” Rong Xue-sha, blushing, angrily deleted the photo and glared at Wang Zhuo. “You are not allowed to laugh.”

“Fine, I won’t laugh.” Wang Zhuo composed his expression and said seriously.

“And you’re not allowed to think about it, and no dirty thoughts!” Wang Zhuo protested innocently. “I can’t promise that. Men have two sets of cognitive systems; I can only control half of them.”

Rong Xue-sha was left speechless. The half he could control was obviously the brain; the uncontrollable half didn't need mentioning. This man was something else!

“Huh? Wait a moment, let me take this call.” Wang Zhuo paused his movement and tapped his Bluetooth headset twice.

Rong Xue-sha was still holding his phone, but she saw him already speaking as if to himself. “Understood. I’ll be right there. Is it serious?” After a pause, he added, “Okay, Hua, wait for me.” He ended the call and turned to Rong Xue-sha, whose expression had become somewhat odd, smiling. “Don't look at me like that. I really was taking a call just now; I wasn’t trying any tricks to get rid of you.” As he spoke, he pulled out another phone from his pocket, unlocked it casually, and showed the call history to Rong Xue-sha. The call, which had ended just seconds ago, was marked with the contact name: “Secretary.”

“Company emergency?” Rong Xue-sha felt a slight pang of disappointment.

Wang Zhuo shook his head. “Not too urgent. I’ll drop you off at school first.”

Rong Xue-sha forced an unnatural smile. “I think I’ll just call a cab back myself. I won’t delay your work.”

This girl was still reluctant to leave. Wang Zhuo felt a little smug inside. Having such a bad reputation yet still attracting beautiful women—he could afford to be a little proud.

“Alright then, wait for me to pull over.” Wang Zhuo feigned agreement, slowing down and pulling toward the side of the road.

As the car reached the sidewalk, Rong Xue-sha, feeling a little glum, was about to unbuckle her seatbelt when Wang Zhuo suddenly pressed the accelerator, flicked the steering wheel, and skillfully steered back into the lane, teasing her with a wicked grin. “Look how wronged you look. I was just kidding with you!”

To be played like that, Rong Xue-sha was both embarrassed and annoyed, swatting at Wang Zhuo’s hand resting on the gear shift.

Wang Zhuo swiftly pulled his hand back to dodge her surprise attack, then pressed down slightly with his other hand, grabbing her wrist. He squeezed lightly and felt a surprising sensation.

The girl’s palm was tender and smooth, her joints supple; holding it felt as if it had no bones.

Swish As he was savoring that unique tactile feeling, Rong Xue-sha suddenly yanked hard, freeing her hand, and then slapped his hand back.

Wang Zhuo curiously asked, “Your hand is so soft, can you bend your fingertips back to touch your arm?” Rong Xue-sha snorted, then defiantly spread her left hand open, using her right hand to bend back each of her five fingers one by one, demonstrating for Wang Zhuo.

She exerted no apparent effort as she easily bent her fingers backward, letting the tips touch the outer side of her forearm. That wasn't all; she could bend them sideways, diagonally, and inward. Her slender, pale hand was manipulated back and forth as if kneading dough, truly appearing boneless!

“See that?” After her demonstration, Rong Xue-sha said proudly. “This is what you call boneless softness.” Wang Zhuo was astonished internally, but he scoffed outwardly, “Are you sure you don’t have soft bone disease?” “You’re the one with brittle bones and knock-knees!” Rong Xue-sha waved her hand. “This is a natural gift, okay? You really are ignorant.”

In truth, the two were just sparring; both studied medicine, so they certainly knew the difference between rickets and this condition.

Hearing the words "natural gift," Wang Zhuo’s expression immediately became peculiar. Whenever he heard that term before, it seemed to be used to describe a certain part of his anatomy...

“With such great flexibility, why didn't you study dance?” Wang Zhuo asked.

“Then why didn’t you go star in action movies?” Rong Xue-sha retorted impulsively, then instantly realized the ambiguity of the phrase and quickly added, “I mean your skills are good; you could do martial arts films.” But her clarification came too late; Wang Zhuo had already made the association with "indoor action movies"!

Boneless softness was merely a description; it obviously didn't mean achieving a state where no bone structure could be felt. Wang Zhuo had touched many girls' hands, but none possessed the level of flexibility Rong Xue-sha exhibited. Furthermore, this constitution wasn't limited to her hands; it extended to all the joints in her body. Most remarkably, Rong Xue-sha, possessing this physique, stood at 1.70 meters tall and showed no sign of hyperextended joints; even when holding a phone or chopsticks, she functioned exactly like everyone else. This was truly rare and precious.

To film an "action movie" with a girl like this... what a delightful experience that would be...