The vibrant tapestry of life unfolded daily; had Wang Zhuo kept a diary, nearly every day could have been adapted into a film, and if he were an actor on a reality show, the ratings for his twenty-four hours, including sleep, would have been the highest globally.

While beautiful sister pairs are common, outspoken ones are rare, and twin sisters as dazzling as Yingying and Yanyan—who would later conquer Asia—were even rarer. Even a single one of them possessed enough beauty to become a top-tier star; two identical beauties, paired with a tailor-made script, made success inevitable.

Wang Zhuo’s family genetics carried no predisposition for twins, a trait inherited maternally. However, starting with the sisters Yingying and Yanyan, the Wang family finally acquired the dormant gene for identical twins. Years later, when these famous actresses abruptly retired and announced after childbirth that the King of Wealth was the father of their two sets of fraternal twins, it sparked yet another sensation.

Thanks to Wang Zhuo’s decisive, undermining strategy, with Maswile IV’s abdication, the U.S. government had no choice but to negotiate a compromise, recognizing the legitimacy of the Swaziland rebels led by General Mann, agreeing to the establishment of a new democratic government, and committing to a full troop withdrawal.

However, this democratic government resembled the structure of the Commonwealth; nominally, it remained under royal jurisdiction. Thus, in a ceremony that stunned the world, Maswile IV abdicated the throne to Wang Zhuo, unofficially accepting a substantial stock gift from the "Big Shot" Wang Zhuo.

And so, the entity ruling Swaziland without governing transitioned from the former monarchy to the current King, Mr. Wang Zhuo. It was he who forcefully declared the nation’s secession from the Commonwealth, rather than leaving that burden for Maswile IV to bear. The British Royal Family subsequently accepted Swaziland’s departure in a peaceful and friendly manner, offering the customary international greetings of congratulations and being the first to formally recognize the international legitimacy of the new Kingdom of Swaziland.

Congratulatory messages from the United States and China arrived almost simultaneously at Wang Zhuo’s palace in Swaziland. At that time, however, Wang Zhuo was busy rallying public support at the head of his massive "Sending Medicine to the Countryside" contingent.

In the eyes of the world, the King of Wealth was a dilettante; many of his actions seemed utterly unreliable—taking on the heavy burden of Swaziland, defying the United States, and lavishing money across the globe like a fool, only to receive the sanctimonious smiles of politicians in return.

Many considered him an unadulterated stud, a role his physical attributes perfectly suited. A sharp new critic once sarcastically described him as a man who, even in his sleep, must have his member tucked into something, raising his flag in salute at the sight of any beauty, eager to drag her off to bed immediately.

Yet, in reality, while Wang Zhuo’s life was colorful, it never devolved to such depravity. Otherwise, given his standing, a mere beckoning would have summoned a queue of beauties stretching for kilometers, enough to keep him occupied until he was a hundred without eating, drinking, or sleeping. Instead, he only engaged with those who truly resonated with him, and over the years, the number in his harem did not significantly increase; he continued to enjoy a harmonious, domestic bliss with his primary partners.

Individuals and groups intent on using feminine charms against Wang Zhuo were endless, as a loose belt was considered his most prominent weakness. But it wasn't until much later that people realized the King of Wealth was not so easily undone; when the sugar-coated shells of temptation arrived, he often devoured the sugar coating and fired the cannon back.

The first to become widely known was Little Hepburn, the five-time Oscar winner whose achievements surpassed those of the other two famous Hepburns of the last century—Katharine Hepburn, a four-time winner, and Audrey Hepburn, a Hollywood legend. Little Hepburn had broken the former’s record and inherited the mantle of the latter, becoming a living legend in Hollywood.

The story of Little Hepburn and the King of Wealth was widely circulated. Before they met, Little Hepburn was a notorious socialite in American high society, yet she achieved nothing in her acting career. In fact, she was a professional spy attached to a certain Washington department, using her beauty and fame to mingle with the elite and extract crucial political and commercial intelligence.

But in the year she turned twenty-nine, she encountered her destined nemesis, Wang Zhuo. Adhering to his principle of eating the sugar coating and returning the cannon, the King of Wealth, after discovering Little Hepburn’s ulterior motives, enjoyed her beauty but fed her deliberately flawed, critical intelligence.

Unexpectedly, Little Hepburn developed genuine feelings for him during this process. After much internal struggle, she confessed her true identity to Wang Zhuo, leading to a happy resolution: she left the spy agency following the incident, and the King of Wealth used his unparalleled influence to secure her safety and freedom, allowing her to truly dedicate herself to her acting career, ultimately achieving success through her peerless talent and effort.

The exact number of men Little Hepburn had been involved with before meeting the King of Wealth remained a subject of intense debate. It wasn't until one evening when the King of Wealth, having had too much to drink, spoke freely to a friend in an impromptu chat that the truth was revealed. According to the waiter who happened to be nearby and later recounted the details, the King of Wealth’s exact words were:

“The world misunderstood her, which is why she knew only I was her confidant.”

The London Times reportedly paid thirty thousand dollars for this piece of intelligence, after which Little Hepburn’s previously wild image was finally rectified.

Whether Wang Zhuo spoke those words intending to be overheard, and whether the statement was actually true, perhaps only the principals themselves knew.

"To say and to do" was Wang Zhuo’s motto. Although he often made promises he failed to keep, or simply stood people up, he was absolutely serious about major commitments.

Wang Zhuo did not keep those who trusted him waiting long. Just as Fat Dragon, sporting a deliberately grown beard on his chin to appear older, was receiving his coveted VN golden statuette, the "Dynasty Angel" descended upon the world: the completely mutated AIDS virus was utterly conquered. This most tenacious infectious plague, which had troubled all of humanity, was finally defeated by Wang Zhuo’s own hand!

Though the cost of this new drug was prohibitively high—so high that 95% of global HIV carriers could not afford it—at least this terminal disease had been definitively overcome. With supplementary social aid and charitable donations, a significant portion of people could finally bid farewell to this affliction.

Sun Donghao finally returned to an ordinary, healthy life. The young man was truly loyal and seemingly adept; he had even emigrated to Swaziland to start a family with the three foreign fuck buddies that Fat Dragon had found for him back then.

Maswile IV, meanwhile, lived in splendor. He had fully integrated into American society, earning a million dollars annually and becoming a local magnate. With Fat Dragon as his "big brother" looking out for him, he could even spend nights with adult film stars without paying. He even dabbled in the industry, participating in two adult films as a hobby, becoming the first reigning monarch in human history to star in an adult movie. Though he was the former king, the sheer novelty of it set a global record for adult film sales, earning him a VN golden statuette that year.

Equally high-profile was Wang Zhuo’s college classmate, Liu Zhanfu. While his peers were established doctors or chief physicians back home, the sharp-eyed Liu was marching toward his second "thousand-man kill" target. Although Fat Dragon was undoubtedly the most famous Chinese figure in the global adult film industry, Liu was the most frequently seen and most familiar to audiences. His thin, nude frame appeared in productions from the US, Japan, the UK, France, Germany, and even Norway and Denmark. Because Fat Dragon was well-known by his nickname "China Fatty Pig," Liu also earned an affectionate moniker: Master Brother Wukong.

After conquering AIDS, Wang Zhuo handed the cost optimization work to his R&D team and immediately plunged into the next medical challenge. Within just a few short years, the intractable and terminal diseases he personally conquered numbered in the dozens, causing his wealth to skyrocket to a level that even the U.S. President found terrifying. By that time, the relationship between the incumbent U.S. President and Wang Zhuo was an open secret, an understanding shared by all.

A sociologist once remarked that the power of capital knows no borders, but capitalists are very mindful of nationality. This rule, however, did not apply to Wang Zhuo. When wealth reaches an irresistible magnitude, the King of Wealth transforms into the King of the World; how could a mere concept like nationality confine the ruler of the entire world?

Wang Zhuo, single-handedly, quietly shifted the entire global balance of power. In the face of absolute wealth, even the mightiest United States had to bow its proud head. Although politicians shouted "The wolf is coming," urging the public to boycott any candidate Wang Zhuo supported, and although those he favored faced threats of assassination, the reality was clear: supporting Wang Zhuo meant supporting the recovery of the American economy, job opportunities, medical security, and economic growth. Opposing him meant facing a retaliatory financial war that could plunge the fragile U.S. economy into deeper trouble. Under careful guidance, this choice became quite easy to make.

When Wang Zhuo finally "played too big," the leaders back home realized that this was what "a son growing up and ignoring his elders" meant; the young man who left their home had grown wings, learned to fly, and was now beyond their control.

At this point, Qin Xue had only just ascended to a deputy national level position. Though one of the Nine Standing Committee members and still young and vigorous enough to potentially lead China, compared to Wang Zhuo, who was manipulating the U.S. President from behind the scenes, Qin Xue could find no sense of superiority.

Could this even be considered an equal footing? Despite Qin Xue’s difficulty accepting the reality, he had to admit that new talents constantly emerged in the world—the younger generation was formidable.

When Old Man Qin Jingzhong finally passed away peacefully, Wang Zhuo, attending the funeral rites in Beijing, shared a moment of unfamiliarity when his eyes met Qin Xue’s. More striking was the meeting between Wang Zhuo and the Number One Leader: "Mr. Wang" was seated as the guest of honor, while Qin Xue, an old acquaintance, was relegated to the secondary position, separated from Wang Zhuo by an insurmountable chasm.

"Xiao Yue not marrying Wang Zhuo is the only regret of my life…"

Old Man Qin’s dying words still echoed. Qin Xue looked at his daughter, her eyes red and swollen from crying at the funeral, and remembered the countless talented young men she had rejected over the years. He sighed internally: What a karmic entanglement…

In the eyes of the world, Wang Zhuo was a divinely gifted genius, yet also a passionate man who never scrimped on his own pleasure.

However, some people felt he was only devoted to his father, ignoring his mother’s life, suggesting a degree of filial impiety.

But when he successfully developed the technology to cure rheumatoid arthritis and treated his mother’s condition, astute observers connected the dots: he didn't want his dazzling life to disturb his mother’s peace, which explained his chosen method.

Then, his mother’s stepdaughter was kidnapped.

The kidnappers were clever; they avoided targeting Wang Zhuo’s mother directly, instead snatching the girl she cherished and cared for, demanding a ten-million-dollar ransom with threats to kill her if the demand wasn't met.

Clearly, ten million dollars was an impossible sum for an ordinary wealthy family. Thus, his mother had no choice but to seek help from her son, knowing that the kidnappers setting such a price indicated their true target was him, not just the money.

And so, a real-life 007 spy thriller unfolded. Wang Zhuo mistrusted the investigative capabilities of the American police and dared not gamble with his mother’s stepdaughter's life. He eschewed his Xiangyun aircraft, instead taking Qu Jingyou’s private jet to his mother’s residence in San Francisco. While arranging for Siyuan to subtly negotiate the ransom payment with the kidnappers, he simultaneously scoured the entire city using his X-ray vision.

Years of practice had honed Wang Zhuo’s vision to a scanning range of ten kilometers. Yet, searching for an unfamiliar young woman amidst the vast populace was an exhausting endeavor.

Fortunately, he had Siyuan, his thoughtful confidante. With her assistance in triangulation, Wang Zhuo finally located the target in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. The four kidnappers were operating on the ground floor, while his nominal sister was locked in the basement—meaning there was absolutely no worry about her being killed in a shootout.

What a sight! Wang Zhuo hadn't had a real fight in years. Seeing four burly gang members, his hands immediately started itching. He drove his Pajero sports car straight into the garage. After a satisfying exchange of punches and kicks, he took down the four hulks without a scratch. He then used a flying axe to take down the fourth kidnapper, who was just returning from the city on a motorcycle, securing his stepsister’s safe rescue.

This incident later shocked the entire American police force and was heavily publicized by the media. Wang Zhuo’s mother’s quiet, secluded life was thus shattered, but his stepsister benefited greatly, gaining a protective brother and becoming the envy of her peers.

Harmony in the family brought prosperity. From then on, Wang Zhuo and his mother’s relationship thawed; he began visiting frequently. His mother found the sudden influx of daughters-in-law the most difficult adjustment, but the most gratifying was becoming a grandmother to a host of grandchildren. Her biggest headache? There were simply too many grandchildren to hold during family gatherings.

Following the kidnapping, the world noticed that the King of Wealth had suddenly become more discreet. His appearances in public gradually decreased, and there was no longer any concrete evidence surfacing regarding his various scandals.

By this time, Wang Zhuo’s fanatical global following had reached an unprecedented peak. If he decided to start a new religion, a single call would likely surpass the membership of the U.S. Democratic Party within days.

What is the Idol doing? This question plagued countless people for three full years. Just as many began to despair, believing the King of Wealth had finally amassed enough money for ten lifetimes, had given up on medical research, and had lost interest in hunting for beauties, a piece of news shook the academic world!

The King of Wealth had spent three years sharpening his sword and had conquered four major chemical problems!

Chemical problems?!

The public was bewildered. What in the world was going on? Wasn't Instructor Wang a medical professional? How had he suddenly pivoted to become a chemist?

However, some people immediately cheered. Medicine and chemistry are inherently linked; aren't many modern medical treatments and tools products of chemistry? Look at Instructor Wang’s medical achievements—was there one without the shadow of chemistry? Other medical scholars might not be able to transition into chemistry research, but Instructor Wang certainly could!

These people were proven right. Wang Zhuo indeed shifted "from medicine to chemistry" in this manner. Chemistry is a required subject in medical schools. Through years of accumulated medical research, Wang Zhuo gained a significant understanding of chemistry. Moreover, from a scientific perspective, achieving major breakthroughs in medicine requires overcoming the hurdle of chemistry; the higher one’s mastery of chemistry, the stronger the foundation in medicine, and the greater the potential for elevated achievements.

As expected, one year later, the Dynasty Group announced that they had completely solved the cost issue for the AIDS treatment drug. This time, curing AIDS required only a few thousand RMB. The problem of patient access—the quality gap between those who could afford treatment and those who couldn't, allowing the epidemic to continue spreading—finally dissolved. With the cost dropping so low, combined with donations from the World Red Cross and international bodies, all of humanity could finally say farewell to AIDS together!

It was a time of universal celebration, truly momentous news. The dissenting voices of some scholars concerning the "social ethics and sexual liberalization after eradicating AIDS" were completely drowned out by the cheers. When Wang Zhuo announced that the Dynasty Group would not profit a single cent from this project, his prestige reached its historical zenith.

The Governor of California was the first to call the Dynasty Group with congratulations. Starting with the "Muscle Governor," governors of every term had tried to pass legislation requiring male actors in adult films to wear condoms, as a measure to educate viewers to protect themselves and prevent AIDS. This bill had always failed, becoming a hallmark of each governor's perceived impotence and a stone in their hearts. Now, the Governor no longer had to agonize over this matter—wear them if you don't want to, or don't; since AIDS is curable, one can simply pay a few hundred dollars for treatment if infected!

Thus, Wang Zhuo completed a magnificent transition: from physician to chemist, and then back to the path of a physician. After three years of seclusion, his medical expertise had indeed seen marked improvement. Many strange and intractable diseases were quickly conquered under his personal research and guidance. Furthermore, the traditional radiotherapy and chemotherapy previously used for cancer treatment were replaced by the new chemotherapy methods he developed, boosting cancer patient survival rates by a full thirty percent!

As if overnight, the media became active again. During another round of world tours, the King of Wealth seemed to be generating scandals with hundreds of beauties. Which reports were true, which were false, and which one would soon announce giving birth to his nth child in a specific month and day?

Astute observers noted that the King of Wealth’s appetite for beauty seemed unchanged. Although he had maintained a three-year moratorium on expanding his harem, his original cohort had produced over twenty new children for him during that period.

Men consumed by envy and hatred lashed out, declaring him nothing short of a stud!

When the dust settled, the resulting list was not exceptionally long, but it nearly broke double digits. Noteworthy among them were a fourteen-year-old Italian girl and a Black beauty pageant contestant from Ethiopia. People gasped, exclaiming that the King of Wealth’s tastes seemed to be growing more adventurous!

The Italian girl was somewhat understandable; apart from her young age, Mediterranean people mature early, so it was perhaps normal for her to catch Instructor Wang's eye. But the Black African pearl was a first for his scandals. Although this Black beauty was exceptionally gorgeous and highly cultured, she represented the zero breakthrough in Wang Zhuo's publicized liaisons with Black women.

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This was but a mere interlude in the illustrious life of the King of Wealth. Just as the masses wondered with bated breath what a child born to the King from the Black Pearl might look like, Wang Zhuo underwent another dazzling transformation, this time into a physicist...

By this stage in the evolution of his X-Ray Vision, Wang Zhuo could momentarily capture the instant of molecular bonding and separation, even gaining an intuitive grasp of the form and motion of atoms, entirely without the aid of modern instruments.

When he combined these inherent advantages with the assistance of equipment, the realm of physics revealed itself to him as an entirely new plane of existence, one that no human being had ever before encountered!

Our protagonist, Instructor Wang, gradually became so immersed in this state that he was unable to pull himself out. His women, however, were long accustomed to this. When he indulged in his pastimes, he was the most relaxed of men, yet when focusing on serious work, it was common for him to go for days without sleep. Though they worried for him, knowing such a pace was detrimental to his health, they also understood it was something they could neither control nor dissuade, and besides, having him research legitimate matters was certainly better than having him constantly plotting how to slip off the skirts of strange beauties.

Although money was no object, allowing him to hire countless nannies, the children still needed his personal attention to be truly reassured. By this time, even Gan Lin was the mother of twins, and raising her offspring consumed a large portion of her energy, meaning she paid far less mind to Wang Zhuo’s eccentricities, letting him pursue whatever he wished.

Most others shared this sentiment. While Wang Zhuo could not offer them one-on-one romantic exclusivity, he provided them with greater life enjoyment and happiness in countless other ways. The atmosphere in the harem was one of deep accord and harmony, entirely free of power struggles or backstabbing. Wang Zhuo was not yet forty; who knew how many more descendants he might father in this lifetime? Discussing the division of assets was still a distant concern.

Great achievers disregard minor details—ah, this was the excuse Wang Zhuo used to placate himself. Thus, while savoring the thrill brought by fresh beauties, he found himself overwhelmed by sheer numbers, as the harem grew so large that even his temporary residences (Xing Gong) had to be constantly expanded. Consequently, in a manner quite befitting a stud, he adopted a "sowing" strategy: This King is spread too thin to attend to each one individually; you all go have babies!

Perhaps this could be called a sweet burden, a predicament of blissful excess. In any case, Wang Zhuo was not Superman and could only manage so much. As for treating them all equally, that was certainly impossible. He would never mistreat the women who had weathered storms alongside him; as for the flowers and grasses he had plucked along the way, well, he could only do his best for them.

On a certain day in a certain year, as the halo of the King of Wealth slowly evolved into that of the "King of the World," Wang Zhuo’s research finally brushed against the forbidden sanctum of God. He awoke with a start, realizing he had entered the age of forty—the age of knowing the heavenly mandate.

Three thousand beauties in the harem? No, no, it seemed he was far from that number, yet he felt a blush of shame. If not for Gan Lin occasionally reporting the latest figures to him, he would have long forgotten the extent of his profligacy. That number was robustly approaching one hundred, while the count of his offspring neared the landmark of 250.

Physics could no longer be studied. What lay ahead was not just inner deviation but a power capable of destroying the world. This gave Wang Zhuo the urge to curse; it was terrifyingly immense! Furthermore, many research findings could not be disclosed. If they were misused, while they might accelerate societal progress, they would equally accelerate the destruction of the entire world!

“Truly, the age of knowing the mandate...”

Our King of the World sighed so, yet he continued to enjoy the pleasure and delight brought by young beauties. As for his own age, now sufficient to be their father, pardon him, this gentleman chose to gorgeously ignore that fact!

Time was a butcher’s knife, but it had left no mark on the faces or bodies of Gan Lin and the other beauties. They say a woman’s age is a secret not to be inquired about, but reality was this cruel: our beautiful elder sister, Qi Fei, was nearing fifty—she ought to be addressed as Auntie Qi!

Yet this Auntie remained as radiant as ever, showing no signs of aging, thanks entirely to Wang Zhuo’s miraculous touch. As for Ning Yao, who was older than Qi Fei, she was lauded by the entertainment world as an ageless legend!

And what of the vulgar old father, Wang Zhengdao? I'm truly sorry to say that the graying hair this man had when released from prison twenty years ago had now naturally turned completely black, and the wrinkles on his face had neither increased nor diminished. Standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Wang Zhuo, people would only assume he was Wang Zhuo’s older cousin!

From this perspective, Wang Zhuo’s age of forty existed only in certain psychological aspects; physiologically, he remained at his peak, and outwardly, there was no discernable difference between looking twenty-five, thirty, or thirty-five.

“Physics, perhaps, is something best left alone.”

Looking like a young man but actually being of the age to be a creepy uncle, Instructor Wang muttered this to himself one day, and then he completely abandoned physics!

Just as he set off for Northern Europe, intending this time to seek out a few elven women in Norse mythology, an urgent dispatch arrived from within China: Qin Xue was critically ill!

“What the hell!”

Wang Zhuo immediately panicked. What kind of joke was this? Old Qin was in the prime of his life, always perfectly healthy—how could he suddenly be in critical condition? In his haste, he didn't even take his recently used super-yacht. He simply made a call to the current President of the United States and immediately boarded an aircraft carrier from the Atlantic Fleet nearby.

The critical illness of China’s national leader prompting the Atlantic Fleet aircraft carrier to rush doctors to Beijing—this was an unprecedented political event in world history. However, Wang Zhuo had made the absolutely correct choice, because even the world's fastest mode of transport couldn't match the speed of a fighter jet!

Thus, the "King of the World" made a spectacular entrance once more, landing at a capital airport aboard the newest American fighter jet. This incident would surely draw severe reprimands from Congress for the President. After all, a new fighter jet was an absolute core secret of the US; allowing such an aircraft, even for a moment, in front of a Chinese national was fraught with danger. For the President to order the Atlantic Fleet Commander to make such a foolish decision—it was incredibly foolish, utterly idiotic!

But Wang Zhuo paid it no mind. Qin Xue’s life was hanging by a thread; what if he arrived in time to pull him back from the clutches of the King of Hell? Although his relationship with Qin Xue had always been lukewarm, and the favors he owed him years ago had long been repaid, he was, after all, the only son of Qin Jingzhong, and the father of Qin Siqing!

There were quite a few people assigned to greet Wang Zhuo upon landing, two of whom were noteworthy. One was Zhen Jin, Qin Jingzhong’s former personal assistant—an old acquaintance of Wang Zhuo’s. The year Mr. Qin passed away, Wang Zhuo had an “unintentional” intimate encounter with her, and he later brought her into his 'Xing Gong'. Zhen Jin was now the mother of a child, a three-year-old daughter who was lively and cute. Unfortunately, Wang Zhuo could only recall her nickname, Yunyun; the formal name, never having been used, was regrettably forgotten.

This was unavoidable; how could he be expected to remember them all when he was now the world's most famous stud, the father of 250 children!

The other greeter was also a beauty: Zeng Chu, the daughter of Ruan Mingqing and Zeng Yan. She was now twenty-seven, bearing a seventy-percent resemblance to her mother in her features.

To be frank, Wang Zhuo felt a little hesitant to face her. Zeng Chu was completely unaware of the clandestine affair between him and her mother, yet she adored him sweetly, naively believing she could use her mother's connection to get closer to him.

It would be a lie to say he wasn't moved by this beauty, but Wang Zhuo asked himself if he truly had the depraved taste to claim both mother and daughter. The sticking point was that ten years ago, when Zeng Chu was seventeen, she had boldly confessed her feelings to him once. Unfortunately, he had been too soft-hearted then to make his stance absolutely clear, resulting in this lingering situation over the years!

Time was critical. Allowing America’s most advanced fighter jet into the zone was a significant risk taken by the Beijing Military Region. Although the plane carried no offensive weapons, this deference was granted solely based on Wang Zhuo’s prestige, and it could only happen in this era of peace.

By the same token, Wang Zhuo had to ensure the safety and secrecy of the American fighter within China. Thus, as soon as the aircraft settled, he swiftly disembarked, watching it take off until it vanished into the clouds before hurrying toward Zhongnanhai.

...After a continuous eighteen hours of surgery, Divine Doctor Wang finally pulled Qin Xue’s life back from the jaws of death. However, it was an exceedingly complex brain surgery. While his life was saved, the extent of his recovery remained unpredictable; in essence, Qin Xue’s political career was over.

“Man proposes, God disposes.”

Lying on the bed, utterly exhausted, Wang Zhuo’s thoughts were a whirlwind, utterly incapable of sleep. He recalled the ashen look on Qin Siqing’s brother’s face upon learning his father would have to step down from politics, feeling an inexpressible melancholy.

At that very moment, Qin Siqing, having just returned to the city from a remote Australian village, caught her delayed flight. Upon learning her father’s life was temporarily secured, she hesitated for a long time before finally pulling out that long-archived number from her mobile phone.

After dialing, she remained silent for several seconds before managing a choked-out sentence: "Wang Zhuo, thank you."

“Come back, don't force yourself to be strong,” Wang Zhuo replied with a wry smile and a soft sigh. “I hope that when I wake up, you’ll be standing by my side.”

There seemed to be an inaudible "Mm" from the receiver, or perhaps not; then the call ended. Wang Zhuo raised an eyebrow, unsure if Little Sister Yue had agreed to his request.

Just as he was pondering this, his phone rang again—an overseas call.

“Wang Zhuo, congratulations on becoming a father again! Sister Rong just gave birth to a big, healthy boy for you—eight pounds, eight ounces!”

Guan Yingying’s voice was filled with joy. Wang Zhuo grinned sheepishly, calculating in his head that with this one, it must truly be 250 children.

While he was feeling happy, a small mumble came from beside Guan Yingying, sounding like He Ye: “This kid’s joints are so flexible; could he have rickets or something...”

Wang Zhuo’s head swam. Just as he was about to explain that it was a genetic trait inherited from his mother, utterly unrelated to rickets, Zeng Chu suddenly pushed the door open and hurried to the bedside.

“Uh... what’s wrong with you?”

Wang Zhuo quickly hung up the phone and set it aside, anxiously inquiring about Zeng Chu, whose face was streaked with tears.

“I just spoke to my mom again about you, but she still won’t agree! I don’t care anymore; she still has an hour before she reaches Beijing, and I’m running away with you!”

Wang Zhuo’s head spun again. What kind of drama was this little lady staging? There were so many good men in the world; why did she have to set her sights on a philanderer like him? Even if she was fatherless since childhood and had some father complex, he and her mother had a genuine sexual relationship that was still burning hot—there was no room for her in between!

He smiled wryly, about to offer an explanation, when his phone rang again. This time it was Ruan Mingqing.

“Wang Zhuo! I truly misjudged you. Fine, fine, fine! Take her and go! I never want to see you two again!” Ruan Mingqing’s voice was filled with annoyance, adopting a fiercely angry tone.

What in the world was happening?! Wang Zhuo was exasperated but also amused, about to explain, when Ruan Mingqing abruptly cut the call. With a mixture of laughter and exasperation, he looked up at Zeng Chu and asked awkwardly, “You lied to her, saying I was running away with you?”

“I am running away with you, not the other way around. I didn't lie to her; she just misunderstood!” Zeng Chu huffed and stepped forward to yank Wang Zhuo’s arm.

Doting love turns to enmity... At this moment, Wang Zhuo genuinely felt the urge to bang his head against a wall. Look at this girl, spoiled rotten by her mother—capricious, willful, unreasonable, acting without consequence. She was simply missing a screw!

But even if she was missing a screw, Wang Zhuo knew Zeng Chu was not lacking in intelligence. After idolizing him, she chose clinical medicine for her university studies and was now a licensed senior physician. However, when it came to matters of the heart, this beauty's stubbornness was truly beyond compare. Since antiquity, it was always the spoiled young master who forcibly abducted village girls; Wang Zhuo had truly never heard of a young woman dragging an older man into an elopement!

What was he to do?... After such a high-intensity surgery, Wang Zhuo was nearly exhausted to the point of collapse. Although his X-Ray Vision hadn't reached its limit, his physical stamina had been utterly depleted. He tried to pull away forcefully but lacked the strength. He failed to break free from the girl’s tightly clasped wrist, but in the struggle, he pulled her entire body into his embrace.

Feeling a soft, fragrant body collapse into his arms, Wang Zhuo’s exhausted body responded with a surge of arousal. Forbidden words like "woman" and "chaos" flashed rapidly through his mind, refusing to leave.

When Zeng Chu threw herself into his arms, her soft, full chest pressing tightly against his, and then demanded a kiss, Wang Zhuo finally tried to resist, only to find his weary body unresponsive. Zeng Chu, who had insisted on physical training since childhood, was surprisingly strong and managed to push him away with unexpected ease.

Damn it, what kind of soap opera drama was this? Wang Zhuo finally felt the impulse to curse his ancestors!

...

Ten years later, the King of the World, having learned the ways of Heaven, had transformed into an archaeologist. The ruins he personally discovered were innumerable; the treasures and antiques he authenticated were considered the world's most authoritative appraisals. His level of research in history was unmatched by predecessors or successors. Multiple "miscarriages of justice" in archaeology were corrected under his hand. Public opinion deemed that the fifty-year-old Instructor Wang, though "young," was the "living fossil" of the field of history.

Another ten years passed, and the "Ageless Monster," as Instructor Wang was known, transformed again into an aerospace scientist. Good heavens, this time he outdid himself! The new energy source he developed propelled aerospace science forward by a full century. Humanity finally managed to establish a space station on the Moon, and the plan for manned missions to Mars was put into action!

The first human to set foot on the Moon was Wang Zihou, the second son of Wang Zhuo and Gan Lin. From that day forward, the phrase "You've gone viral," used for decades, finally faded from history, and the development of humankind turned a new page!

...

Uncounted years later, before young men and women begin dating, they would instinctively test each other with a single question: "Do you have the 'Wang' bloodline?"

Were they inquiring about heritage, taking pride in marrying a spouse with Wang blood, or marrying a husband with Wang blood? No, no, they were actually concerned with another issue: if the other party possessed Wang blood, they should first sit down and sort out the family tree. Perhaps the other person was a relative within five degrees of kinship, or perhaps even outside five degrees but separated by several generations—if so, how was the subsequent genealogy supposed to be written?...

(The End) . .RO