There's a saying... a woman who has borne children is a perfect woman... and the same logic applies to men: a life unfulfilled if one hasn't known fatherhood.

This was especially true for someone like Wang Zhuo, who so often discussed raw science.

To be a father—what a sacred, miraculous thing. A small life originating from him, inheriting his bloodline, continuing his existence—it was magnificent!

For an entire day, Wang Zhuo existed in a state of suspended animation. His body felt light, almost as if he had a mild cold, but his mind was fiercely active and highly agitated, even bordering on neurotic; he would suddenly burst into laughter at random intervals.

Meanwhile, Qi Fei and Guan Yingying were excitedly discussing the myriad issues brought about by the two sudden arrivals. These discussions were wildly imaginative, ranging from handling work handover to deciding which country to give birth in, from selecting names to whether they should purchase large toys like private jets or cruise ships to name after the babies for remembrance.

Only Siyuan and the Meng sisters currently knew this news. Whether to inform Gan Shuang and the others was Wang Zhuo’s decision alone.

Only now did Wang Zhuo realize how complicated it was to be an expectant father. Even without being constrained by rigid moral codes, the situation would inevitably affect the peace of mind of others.

A piece of happy news he desperately wanted to shout from the rooftops, yet he had to restrain himself—this was truly the burden of happiness!

For several days, Wang Zhuo maintained a state of high excitement, his work flowing like a torrent of inspiration, as if divinely assisted. However, the road to conquering the IP was still long; he needed to sustain this state over the long term to win this protracted battle ahead of schedule.

To shift from a reactive to a proactive stance, the handover process for Shengshi Dynasty’s operations decisively commenced. The original plan was for Guan Yingying to manage things solo while Qi Fei was expecting, but events outpaced expectations, leading to the current scenario.

Fortunately, Wang Zhuo’s focus had already shifted significantly toward the medical field. While the jewelry and copper mining businesses were certainly lucrative, they paled in comparison to his other revenue streams. So, even if the two women stepped away, losing some income was inconsequential.

On another front, the sisters Meng Shengnan and Meng Shengdi had also left his side to study maternal and infant care at a major educational institution in Singapore. This had been arranged previously. The women of Taoyuan were naturally adept at such matters; after receiving professional training and acquiring the relevant scientific knowledge, they became indispensable helpers—the kind one couldn’t find even with a lantern.

The scholarly advisor from Shaoxing, the maid from the Philippines—these were regionally famous, specialized talents. Long before the Taoyuan Nanny brand had made a name for itself, Wang Zhuo was already preparing to seize the initial opportunity!

The autumn season was ripe, with abundant harvests of grain and fish.

This was the decisive match for Anqi to qualify as a professional player. If she won, she would successfully advance to become a professional billiards athlete; if she lost, she would have to wait until next year.

Wang Zhuo, who had kept a low profile for a while, finally reappeared in the public eye. Under his encouragement, Anqi performed beyond her usual level, decisively routing her evenly matched opponent in a flurry of aggressive play. Amidst fervent applause, she earned the medal signifying her entry into the professional player industry.

During the celebration banquet, everyone drank heartily, but Wang Zhuo noticed Anqi occasionally exhibiting a distant look, her thoughts drifting away unnoticed.

After the banquet, Anqi suggested they go sing karaoke. Perhaps there was no better karaoke venue in all of Asia than the Xiangyun aircraft. The group drove en masse toward the airport.

As previously mentioned, the internal structure of the Xiangyun was mutable. Under its owner’s control, multiple areas could be isolated into private spaces, completely undetectable by others.

If one wished, it could even be configured into a maze—something the children would surely adore.

Singing is a joyful activity, but tonight’s heroine clearly had more joyous things planned. So, after singing two songs, Anqi exchanged a knowing glance with Wang Zhuo.

Wang Zhuo chuckled inwardly; Anqi’s subtle intentions were obvious. Amplified by the euphoria of victory, her heart was undoubtedly brimming with desire!

The two slipped away, one following the other. Wang Zhuo casually pressed a spot on a wall, bringing up the fingerprint recognition interface, confirmed his identity, opened a passage in a wall, and led the girl into a warm, quiet little room.

What happened next need not be elaborated. Isn't there an old saying: "To learn it well, first sleep with the master"? Well, the apprentice had finally achieved success; now it was time to repay the master. For Wang Zhuo, such a reward was absolutely beyond measure!

Just like her name, Anqi was truly Wang Zhuo’s angel of happiness. Today, she had deliberately worn two round jade stud earrings. Her short hair was sleek and soft, and she had secretly brought along the special glasses she used for competitions, knowing her master would like that.

Wang Zhuo indeed loved it; he loved it immensely, especially when the apprentice’s tender, pink, slender tongue, long enough to brush his nose, coiled playfully. The tingling, itchy sensation merged perfectly with the visual spectacle, creating an absolutely dreamlike experience.

Time slipped by unnoticed. Everyone must have realized their double disappearance, but Wang Zhuo and Anqi didn’t care. Some things are best left understood between two people—happiness was what mattered most!

“Why doesn’t your sister have a boyfriend yet?” During a brief respite, Wang Zhuo recalled Anqi’s unusual behavior earlier that day and asked casually.

“Maybe she’s too picky,” Anqi replied with a smile. “She dismisses tall guys as being dull and clumsy. If they are shorter, she says she’d be embarrassed to introduce them. If someone handsome shows up, she calls him a pretty boy. If their looks are average, she worries about setting a bad image for the next generation.”

“Dating isn't a beauty pageant,” Wang Zhuo said, both pained and amused. “How come I never noticed she was judgmental about looks before?”

“Don’t you think that’s just an excuse?” Anqi looked at him meaningfully, laughing lightly. “No matter what kind of person, she always finds fault. At most, she meets them twice before coming back to complain about this flaw or that. Is pulling out a chair for a woman also considered a flaw?”

Wang Zhuo chuckled wryly. “Maybe she doesn’t like the gentlemanly type?”

“Not at all,” Anqi giggled, pointing a finger at Wang Zhuo. “The reason lies with you.”

“You mean she likes me?” Wang Zhuo pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled. “It seems there might be a little truth to that—do I have that much charm?”

“Whether you do or not, shouldn’t you know yourself?” Anqi shot him a flirtatious glance, teasing, “I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, you’re so fickle, you might make a move on my sister.”

This... Wang Zhuo scratched his head, images of Anqi’s stern, vigilant posture from years ago flashing before his eyes, along with her fit physique developed from consistent training.

Her shoulders were slightly broader than the average woman’s, her chest firm and high, her back perfectly straight, and her waist curved just right. Especially the full, rounded contour of her hips—it was slightly disproportionate to the rest of her body, yet it wasn't unattractive at all; on the contrary, it was intensely sexy and alluring.

Wang Zhuo had certainly entertained fantasies of being intimate with Anqi, but perhaps it was simply a matter of 'fate hadn't arrived.' Moreover, he had never actively created an opportunity, so things had remained peaceful between them for two years.

However, when Anqi revealed Anqi’s little secret, Wang Zhuo felt no surprise at all—it felt as if things were supposed to unfold this way. If Anqi didn't have feelings for him, that would be the strange thing!

After some thought, Wang Zhuo suddenly laughed. “I’m a complicated person. Your sister shouldn't get involved. She’s a good woman and deserves her own happiness.”

“Perhaps,” Anqi nodded with a touch of melancholy. “But she isn’t happy right now. Even though I’ve achieved results, we both know—this is just recreation, not a career. It leaves her feeling insignificant.”

“And you? How long do you plan to play?” Wang Zhuo asked.

“I don’t know,” Anqi shrugged. “You know, I don't have enough innate talent. Becoming a professional player is probably my limit; going forward, I’m sure to lose more than I win. Besides, you wouldn't actually want me to become a professional player, would you?”

“Correct,” Wang Zhuo toyed with her soft earlobe, chuckling. “Just play around occasionally for fun. I enjoy watching you when you’re intensely focused on your bets.”

“I was pretty focused just now,” Anqi laughed out loud.

Wang Zhuo naturally knew what she was referring to. After laughing heartily a few times, he said, “Try to persuade your sister. She’s not getting any younger; she should find a good man and settle down.”

“Is that what you truly mean?” Anqi asked with a smile. “It seems the next line of the song says this isn't what you truly mean.”

Wang Zhuo shrugged helplessly, thinking to himself that while he loved beautiful women, he wasn't a stud horse; he couldn't fall for every woman he saw or sleep with everyone who came along!

“I can’t be the one to say that,” Anqi shook her head. “It will invite misunderstanding. I think the person who tied the bell needs to be the one to untie it. You should talk to her yourself, but perhaps be tactful about it.”

Wang Zhuo considered this and agreed with Anqi’s logic. Moreover, he felt a tinge of regret deep down. Anqi was, in fact, an excellent woman—setting aside her beauty, her decisive, passionate character was highly admirable.

Back when he clashed with Ma Qiang, if she hadn’t stepped up, Ma Qiang’s slap would have landed squarely on Guan Yingying’s face!

Up to this point, countless women had harbored secret affections for him, but Anqi was someone he had known since his lowest point. It was a very peculiar feeling—watching the transformation of her feelings for him was akin to returning home in glory after achieving success. “Alright then, I’ll talk to her myself,” Wang Zhuo decisively concluded. “We’ve been out long enough; it’s time to head back!”

“Can we have ten more minutes?” Anqi’s voice was soft and breathy, her eyes languid with desire. “Haven’t you noticed I’ve lost some weight lately? Don’t you want to help me replenish?”