Well, there were a few book reviews written for Hongchang, and after Hongchang read them, she deleted them...

Dream of the Red Chamber says that women are made of water, while men are made of mud.

That is why men are hard and women are soft. This softness manifests in many ways, in personality and in body, and if the body, provided it is healthy, can achieve the utmost softness, Wang Zhuo estimated Rong Xuehan was on par with it.

If women are made of water, then a woman like Rong Xuehan is water within water; many feats of bodily agility that ordinary people cannot attain, she accomplishes with effortless ease—things like the splits or bending backward are achieved without the slightest strain!

Wang Zhuo’s heart immediately began to yearn. She was indeed a soft beauty, a supreme specimen in Fatty Long’s estimation. Her physique alone was one in a thousand, and coupled with her beauty, you couldn't find another like her among ten thousand girls her age!

Wang Zhuo’s restless heart began to stir again, but despite the excitement, he took no action this time.

Why did so many ancient emperors indulge in debauchery and become notorious philanderers? To borrow the structure from Buddhist scriptures, “Between life and death, there is great terror,” yet between man and woman, there is great pleasure!

But even Confucius acknowledged that “food and sex,” indicating that the pursuit of this great pleasure is not vulgar; it just requires one to manage their personal boundaries according to their own circumstances.

As he aged, his experience, life exposure, and character matured and solidified. Especially after his experiences with Qu Jingyou, Yang Ru, and Ailin, he finally passed that stage of surging desire; the impulse to hunt for beauties was no longer as intense as it once was.

Those days where the sight of a beautiful woman could make him dizzy were gone forever!

If this had happened six months ago, upon learning of Sister Rong’s unique quality, he would certainly have been eager to act, created an opportunity to savor her fragrance, experienced the taste of a woman made of water, branded her with the tag “of the Wang family,” welcomed her into his inner court, and made other men sigh in envy, jealousy, and hatred.

But now, his attitude towards such matters was to let nature take its course—he was becoming a man of the "Two-Out-of-Three No's." The Three No's man is defined as one who is “no initiative, no refusal, no responsibility.” He strictly followed the first two, but firmly changed the third to responsibility.

The reason the Three No’s man avoids responsibility is due to an inability to shoulder it; Wang Zhuo was clearly not that kind of self-serving egoist lacking both conscience and courage.

After escorting Rong Xuehan back to school, no further ambiguous incidents occurred along the way. However, both knew tacitly that they held considerable goodwill for the other; if either had made the first move, the thin layer of paper separating them would have been instantly pierced.

Sister Rong returned to school, left to worry incessantly, her delicate heart in turmoil. For Wang Zhuo, who had ignited the flame of love in her heart, this was merely a brief interlude in his spectacular life; love is sometimes this unbalanced, leaving one helpless.

When Wang Zhuo drove back to the lab, Fu Xinran was sitting stiffly in front of the computer, lost in a daze.

A beautiful secretary always held her back perfectly straight. Looking from behind, her perfectly tailored white blouse accentuated her elegant figure. Her lustrous black hair was coiled at the nape of her neck, exposing a fair, delicate neck, and the contours of her small, gleaming ears and sharply defined chin outlined a proud curve.

Although this angle hid her ample, prominent bust, her eighteen-inch slender waist and the swollen curve of her hips beneath the short skirt were clearly visible. The silk stockings and black, short-heeled pumps below the skirt all proclaimed her beauty—sensual, alluring, and intellectual.

Seeing this beautiful sight, Wang Zhuo’s recently calmed mood began to ripple once more. With such a stunning home-grown flower available, perhaps sampling the wild bloom wouldn’t hurt after all.

“You’re back?”

Hearing the footsteps, Fu Xinran turned, offering Wang Zhuo a strained smile.

Wang Zhuo nodded, sensing something amiss with her demeanor. “What’s wrong? You seem down.”

“I made a mistake,” Fu Xinran shook her head with a wry smile. “I thought it was a small thing, but it turned out to be a major blunder.”

“Don’t dwell on it; nobody’s perfect,” Wang Zhuo waved his hand casually. “Come sit here, and tell me what happened.”

Sitting on the sofa, Wang Zhuo noticed Fu Xinran looked quite preoccupied. He clearly saw she wasn't in the mood for flirting, so he shelved his plans to enjoy her company and focused instead on the trouble she had caused.

“I’m about to become famous,” Fu Xinran said with a bitter smile before beginning her tale.

In Baodao Taiwan, there was a niche blog site called Wanwan Blog. This site didn't have many users; it maintained its own small community.

On Wanwan Blog, there was a popular blogger whose nickname was Bao’er.

Bao’er was a somewhat narcissistic girl, perhaps a beauty by some standards. Influenced by the site’s atmosphere, she often posted self-loving pictures: photos of her delicate feet, black silk-clad legs, cleavage, or alluring half-body shots showing only her jawline, and so on. While provocative, they definitely did not qualify as pornography.

One day, the usually self-content Bao’er suddenly felt inspired and wrote a post titled “Contact.” The content mentioned that her boyfriend possessed a length of 250 millimeters, thick as a child’s arm, which immediately drew a large number of replies, mixing envy with skepticism.

When another female blogger described Bao’er’s boyfriend as a monster, Bao’er could no longer restrain herself and erupted into a flame war with the other party. This commotion attracted a considerable audience, some of whom had saved Bao’er’s previous photos, compiled them into desktop wallpapers, and uploaded them to the Beauty Showcase section of the island’s largest bulletin board system.

Soon after, someone else reposted the screenshots of the flame war. Then, Taiwan’s gossip media followed up with reports. “Mainland Girl Bao’er” instantly became famous overnight.

Subsequently, major variety shows began discussing the incident. Domestic netizens who watched these shows online also received the news, and Bao’er’s fame flared back from Taiwan to the mainland.

It wasn’t until two or three months later that the incident gradually died down and faded from memory. Bao’er never used that blog again and vanished into the vast expanse of humanity.

Hearing the story end there, Wang Zhuo understood completely. Bao’er was Fu Xinran’s online alias. She used Wanwan Blog as a sanctuary for her soul, a place to de-stress and vent, never expecting that a topic centered on "250" would suddenly catapult her to fame, forcing her to abandon that cherished spiritual ground.

“Let me guess,” he chuckled wryly. “Did someone connect the previous talk about me and Ailin with the ‘250’ you caught mention of in your blog back then, leading them to reverse-engineer and deduce that Bao’er was your alternate account?”

“Exactly,” Fu Xinran admitted sheepishly. “I just received an email from the Wanwan site administrator. He said those people found many of my photos and even created a technical analysis post on the NTU BBS, which the moderators pinned and marked as ‘featured.’”

“Pinned? And featured?” Wang Zhuo was torn between laughter and frustration. “These people must have nothing better to do! What justification is there to feature a post like that?”

Fu Xinran spread her hands. “The person posted it in the Suspense and Deduction section.”

Wang Zhuo was speechless. “A talent like that really should be in criminal investigation.”

“Do you want to see it?” Fu Xinran asked with a faint smile.

Wang Zhuo nodded with a dry chuckle.

Fu Xinran walked to her desk, retrieved a tablet computer, opened the webpage, and handed it to Wang Zhuo.

It was clear that this compatriot from Taiwan had been meticulous and thorough. The post categorized the photos into three groups: the first group contained pictures taken of Fu Xinran representing Dynasty Wuliang in front of the media over the past two years, photos easily found in online business news; the second group consisted of her daily life photos, seemingly copied from her public blog and albums; the third group were the photos she uploaded to Wanwan Blog under the nickname Bao’er—some innocent, some seductive, some artistic, and some fiery, with the common thread being that her face was never shown.

Through technical analysis, the poster conducted detailed comparisons of these three sets of pictures, proving with reasoned evidence that Wanwan Bao’er was Dynasty’s Fu Xinran. This post immediately caused a massive reaction on the forum. Wanwan Bao’er was a once-famous personality, and Fu Xinran was one of the most renowned beauties in the Chinese business world; combining these two identities created instant buzz!

But the biggest revelation wasn't just that; through this deduction, a mystery that Taiwanese compatriots had long joked about—the ‘250’—was solved: the same instrument was enjoyed by Ailin Top and Bao’er’s boyfriend was Wang Zhuo!

This discovery was explosive, powerful, and highly entertaining. Although the post had been up for less than half a day, the replies from netizens had already built a skyscraper beneath it!

“These pictures are really well taken. Did you take them all yourself?” Wang Zhuo murmured, stroking his chin as he admired the “Bao’er” photos.

Fu Xinran was both angry and amused. “And you have the nerve to ask that! My heart is in chaos. How am I supposed to face people anymore?”

Wang Zhuo blinked. “What’s the big deal? You’re my woman. Is there something to be afraid of people knowing about that?”

Fu Xinran stomped her foot, annoyed. “What are you talking about? I mean the blog posts I wrote—they contain so much of my private life that everyone knows now! And those photos—what will people think of me after seeing those?”

Wang Zhuo laughed with a touch of schadenfreude before turning serious. “Look at it differently. Look at me, I’m fine, aren’t I? So many people have seen my private matters, and I don’t feel ashamed to show my face.”

Is there anyone with thicker skin than you? Fu Xinran thought bitterly, saying with a long face, “What about Ganlin? How can I face her now?”

“It’s unspoken between us. Do you really think she doesn't know about us?” Wang Zhuo scoffed. “It’s better if it’s out in the open. Then, when I travel for business, we won’t need to book separate rooms anymore; the three of us can share one.”

“Can you just be serious for a moment?” Fu Xinran felt an urge to scream.

“Alright, let’s get serious,” Wang Zhuo dropped the teasing demeanor and smiled gently. “Relax. This is just a small hassle. No matter how big the trouble, as long as I’m here, you have nothing to fear.”

Fu Xinran was slightly taken aback. As her gaze met Wang Zhuo’s firm eyes, her anxiety gradually calmed. His steady look reassured her, and in that moment, she suddenly understood a sentiment summarized by others—With you here, what does it matter if I lose the world?