The kindling and the fierce fire ignited instantly, a raging blaze that even the vast waters of the Atlantic could not extinguish.

Wang Zhuo and Ji Qiong met before the artificial hedge row on the beach. The barrier was too much of an obstruction, so neither spoke, yet communicating heart-to-heart, they walked along the hedge, and kept walking past the end of the sand and into the ocean. Once the water covered their waists, they quietly held hands beneath the surface.

This was a private beach area in Miami, one reserved only for the world's wealthiest. Each villa corresponded to a wide expanse of private sand; this was absolute private domain where hosting a **party on one's own beach was never an issue.

Wang Zhuo led Ji Qiong, swimming stealthily past their own property line and slipping into the private territory of the southern neighbor. For Ji Qiong, this was intensely thrilling, as American law granted property owners the right to restrain trespassers, even using firearms. But for Wang Zhuo, it posed no problem, as he had already surveyed the area with his X-ray vision and confirmed that the only occupants were two guards drinking and gambling, and one old, deaf, and half-blind pet dog sunbathing in the yard.

Ji Qiong’s body was soft, perhaps influenced by American eating habits, or perhaps due to the initial development Wang Zhuo had performed on her. She had become much fuller now; her yielding B-cup seemed to have upgraded to a C-plus. When Wang Zhuo rediscovered her beauty and receptivity beneath the open sky, he felt a special sensation, different from before.

Her lips and tongue were as soft as her body. Wang Zhuo hadn't requested it, but she was already performing the act. It was likely known across the globe what Wang Zhuo preferred in this regard, and Ji Qiong was no exception. Though her technique remained clumsy, with her teeth occasionally scraping against Wang Zhuo’s sensitive areas, there was no denying her earnest effort.

The early summer Miami sun had made the stone bench slightly warm; Wang Zhuo sat upon it, feeling a heat beneath his buttocks. But no matter how hot the stone was, it couldn't compare to the heat of his mood; Lady Luck had once again delivered a surprise, illusory like a dream, yet so vividly real.

Wang Zhuo's thoughts were complex. He desperately wanted to ask how Ji Qiong’s mother was doing, and whether her brother, Ji Yunlei, had successfully completed his drug rehabilitation and if he had gambled again. Since their separation, he had accumulated countless questions for her, but in this very moment, no question needed to be voiced.

It was conceivable that Ji Qiong also held countless questions in her heart, but at this juncture, all questions became unimportant. What mattered was that she had him in her heart, and he had her in his; what mattered was that she was in him, and he was in her.

Gently stroking the hair of the girl beneath him, Wang Zhuo suddenly felt that Heaven had treated him well. After taking so many detours and winding paths, the final outcome was still one of mutual joy. Even though a stretch of Ji Qiong’s youth was left blank by their separation, the bitterness of parting was merely preparation for the exhilaration of reunion. Without that period of no contact, how could such intense sparks fly between them now?

Passion, desire, tenderness, and love melted them completely once more. They even forgot where they were. Fortunately, the two guards, who had drunk themselves drowsy, proceeded to watch a loud, thrilling action movie, and fortunately, the old, half-blind dog seized the chance to sneak in and quietly sip a cup of alcohol before settling down on the sofa next to the guard amidst the deafening film sound. Thus, no one heard Ji Qiong’s songs of love or the notes of their passion that afternoon.

After the whole "tussle," the gardening table area in the corner of the beach was a wreck of overturned tables and chairs, as if a battle had just concluded. Still caught in the afterglow, Wang Zhuo finally realized he had played a bit too rough and quickly used his X-ray vision to check the surroundings.

Thank heavens, thank heavens. The two guards were engrossed in their film and sleep, living comfortably, and his own beach area was quiet with no one around. On the other side of this villa complex, only two teenagers were playing volleyball, at least a hundred meters away.

Since they had both been wearing swimsuits when they left, there was no issue with disheveled clothing. However, Ji Qiong’s swimsuit had fallen off the table at some point and regrettably been stepped on several times, leaving the damp fabric covered in fine sand.

How to put this on now? Ji Qiong looked troubled. She nestled in Wang Zhuo's arms, fiddling with the suit, a mixture of amusement and frustration on her face.

"No rush, just let it dry and shake it out," Wang Zhuo said with a faint smile, gently pulling the swimsuit from her hand and tossing it casually onto the nearby garden wall.

"Tell me about you and Little Hepburn. If it weren't for her acting as the matchmaker, who knows when we would have met again."

It turned out that Ji Qiong had secured an exchange student spot at a university in Taiwan. After studying there for half a year, through a stroke of fortune, she applied and was hired by a language assistant agency. Later, she secured the well-compensated job as the Mandarin instructor and language assistant for Little Hepburn, and she had been working there ever since.

Though it was called a stroke of fortune, Wang Zhuo immediately sensed that so many coincidences grouped together were too coincidental. One detail was particularly crucial: Little Hepburn, though seemingly fragile, had actually received professional tennis training before her debut and even had the chance to become a professional player. Could her Frisbee-throwing accuracy really have been so poor, throwing it too far, over the beach hedge, and an extra seven or eight meters?

Wang Zhuo didn't suspect Ji Qiong of harboring ill intent; he was confident in his judgment on that front. Ji Qiong had behaved naturally throughout, without any deception or concealment. She truly regarded this escape from pursuit as a safe haven granted by fate; that much could not be faked.

But just because she wasn't deceiving him didn't mean others wouldn't use her as a stepping stone for their own ulterior motives. Wang Zhuo had experienced too much over these years; similar scenarios were not uncommon. It was highly possible that Ms. Little Hepburn had hired Ji Qiong for some unspeakable purpose and was using her to get close to him!

Watching Ji Qiong sweetly recount all the care Little Hepburn had shown her, Wang Zhuo felt it necessary to get to the bottom of this. If someone was truly exploiting this girl's love and innocence, it would be absolutely unforgivable!

"Ji Qiong, let's not make you her assistant anymore. From now on, you stay with me."

"...With you? I don't quite understand." "Be mine alone, tell all other men to scram. You won't do any more service jobs; you’ll only serve me." "But I don't have other men, and my job isn't serving people... However, I might consider your last request."

Wang Zhuo chuckled. What was there to consider? They had already done it just moments ago. Although the clumsy technique left something to be desired, first love was an irreplaceable, beautiful thing in one's life. The moment the girl gave her whole heart and soul to please him, the regrets, unwillingness, and inner turmoil of his youth were all finally concluded!

That night, Ji Qiong ultimately did not accompany Little Hepburn to the party, and Wang Zhuo broke his own promise; he didn't take Anqi for a late-night visit to Anqi, but instead secretly went to the beach to meet Ji Qiong.

At dinner the next evening, Ji Qiong attended in full regalia, invited by the hostess, Gan Shuang. However, what surprised and delighted everyone was that Little Hepburn, the international superstar, came along with her!

Although they had been alerted beforehand, Little Hepburn hadn't definitively confirmed she would come. Wang Zhuo, however, had already predicted that Little Hepburn definitely would attend, and certainly would use the opportunity to get close to him.

Whether her desire to get close was to latch onto a rich man or due to other motives, he would have to probe slowly. Wang Zhuo was prepared for anything; let the sugar-coated bullets of capitalism come more fiercely! He would swallow the sugar coating and fire the cannon back!

At this banquet, Little Hepburn behaved conventionally. She did not hide the fact that she came because of the fame of the King of Wealth, but she displayed no trace of adoration or ambiguity toward Wang Zhuo, purely playing the role of a neighborly hostess. In fact, she engaged more in conversation with Gan Shuang and the others.

But Wang Zhuo had seen too much of this technique of playing hard to get. He was only slightly surprised that Little Hepburn's acting had reached the realm of returning to simplicity. Although her performance was flawless, his X-ray vision could perceive the deeply hidden ulterior motives. Yet, her acting in films was mediocre, not even reaching two or three tenths of her current level. Such skill was truly magnificent!

However, there was an old saying: even the craftiest fox cannot outwit an old hunter. Back when he was inexperienced, Wang Zhuo had already seen through Qu Jingyou’s honey trap. Now, dealing with similar tactics was second nature. What was Little Hepburn? Even the world’s greatest actress wouldn't escape the scrutiny of these fiery golden eyes!

That night, Anqi, who had been tricked by Wang Zhuo the night before, finally "awaited" the long-overdue surprise visit.

Since the rumors involving Wang Zhuo and Irene surfaced, Anqi had become aware of Wang Zhuo’s peculiar "preferences." This led her to deduce that her sister Anqi’s tongue, which could reach her nose, must be Wang Zhuo’s favorite feature. It also fit the saying: to learn a skill, one must first sleep with the master.

It wasn't just Anqi who called Wang Zhuo master; sister Anqi was arguably one as well. Whenever Anqi teased her sister about this, Anqi would launch a tickling attack until she begged for mercy. Anqi never tired of this game, much to Anqi’s exasperation.

Actually, Anqi didn't know that her sister’s tongue could also touch her nose. After Wang Zhuo enjoyed it for the first time, he revealed the secret in one sentence. Although Anqi refused to admit it, the length of the coil and that almost sentient flexibility could hardly be masked by denial.

The reason Anqi kept this secret was that as a child, she overheard neighbors arguing, and many women who loved to gossip were cursed as "long-tongued gossips." Thus, she naively believed that being able to touch her nose with her tongue was not a good thing and concealed the fact. Later, when she entered middle school, she occasionally learned that a woman's tongue could also be used for that kind of service for a man. Hearing boys behind her back excitedly discussing the tongues of various girls in class, she became even more determined not to reveal this secret to anyone!

But whether kept secret or not, Anqi, like her sister, possessed both beauty and intelligence, along with a nimble, long tongue that could drive Wang Zhuo to ecstasy. Therefore, that night, when Wang Zhuo experienced the game of "twin dragons playing with a pearl" with the sisters for the first time, the sheer joy and wonder of it—forgive the inadequacy of this humble brush—were truly beyond description!