Hong Kong variety show: The mastermind behind the scenes is emerging.

September sunlight streamed through the gossamer-thin silk curtains of the Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital's VIP ward, illuminating the gleaming marble floor.

When Ruan Mei slowly awoke from her long and heavy sleep, the first thing she saw was that familiar figure sitting by her bedside. Lu Chen was gazing intently at her, his usually deep, abyss-like black eyes now filled with unyielding tenderness. His large hand held her small hand tightly, the warmth emanating from his palm giving Ruan Mei an unprecedented sense of security in that instant.

Their eyes met, and there was no earth-shattering cheer. Ruan Mei simply smiled weakly, revealing a faint smile tinged with the shyness of a new mother. Lu Chen smiled slightly in return, a smile devoid of ruthlessness, only the responsibility and fulfillment of a man.

"Awake?" Lu Chen's voice was deep and magnetic, as if he were cherishing a priceless treasure.

Ruan Mei turned her head weakly, her gaze passing over Lu Chen and landing on the small white bed beside the hospital bed. The little life, tightly wrapped in soft swaddling clothes, lay there quietly. Although its skin was still a little red and wrinkled, in Ruan Mei's eyes, it was the most beautiful sight in the world.

"Our child," Ruan Mei murmured softly, her eyes overflowing with love, a tender gaze that seemed capable of melting all the ice in the world.

"Yes, our child!" Lu Chen let out a heavy sigh, as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He took Ruan Mei's still somewhat pale little hand and kissed the back of it reverently.

Ruan Mei had regained some of her energy, and the sickly pallor on her face was gradually replaced by a blush of happiness. She struggled to sit up a little, and Lu Chen quickly got up and leaned back, letting her nestle comfortably in his arms. Ruan Mei stretched out her fingers, too gently to use any force, and stroked the little guy's wrinkled cheeks, her voice sweet and cloying: "Look, when his eyes are closed, his features look exactly like yours. Achen, do you think he'll grow up to be as healthy, strong, and handsome as you?"

At this point, Ruan Mei seemed to have thought of something, a hint of playfulness flashed in her eyes, and she teased softly, "At that time, there will definitely be a lot of girls who like him. Maybe, just like you, he can bring back a few female confidantes wherever he goes."

Lu Chen felt a little embarrassed listening to his wife's teasing, which was ostensibly complimentary but actually sarcastic. He thought to himself that if this kid was really like him, then the house would be even more lively in the future.

But he wasn't one to mince words, shamelessly puffing out his chest: "Of course, this kid's my offspring, inheriting all my good qualities. Being handsome is a given, as for girls liking him... well, back then, I just had a lot of broken hearts, and each piece fell in love with a kind girl. That's called universal love, you know?"

Ruan Mei couldn't help but lightly spit out a curse, throwing a coquettish, charming glare at him. She was just casually criticizing him; if she really wanted to get angry, given the size of Lu Chen's household of women, she would have been furious long ago.

"Alright, I'm not going to joke with you anymore." Ruan Mei turned her gaze back to the child, her face beaming with happiness. She took Lu Chen's hand and asked softly, "Honey, you still haven't told me what name you're planning to give our baby? You can't just keep calling him 'Feed' all the time, can you?"

Lu Chen was prepared. He smiled slightly and said solemnly, "I've thought it through. In our lineage, names don't need to be complicated, but rather they should reflect character. This child will be called—Lu Qian."

"Lu Qian?" Ruan Mei pondered the two words repeatedly, her eyes gradually brightening.

"It's taken from the 'Qian' hexagram in the Book of Changes. 'Heaven diminishes the proud and benefits the humble; Earth transforms itself to flow towards humility; Gods and spirits harm the proud and bless the humble; Humanity dislikes the proud and favors the humble.'" Lu Chen explained slowly, his voice steady and deep. "Born into the Lu family, he was destined to stand at the pinnacle of wealth and power; his life was destined to be 'full.' But I hope he can understand the principle of 'a humble gentleman cultivates himself with humility.' His name, Qian, is a reminder to be self-disciplined and introspective, neither arrogant nor impatient, so that he can remain invincible for a long time."

"Lu Qian... a gentleman, it sounds nice, and the meaning is good too." Ruan Mei smiled, her eyes crinkling, and she was more and more delighted as she looked at her son in the cradle. "Little Qian, you have a name now."

"Waaaaah—"

As if in response to its new name, the little one, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly kicked its arms and legs and burst into loud wailing. The loud cry was particularly jarring in the quiet ward, and Lu Chen and Ruan Mei's eyes were instantly drawn to this energetic little life.

"What's wrong now? Are you hungry?" Ruan Mei asked, trying to get up in a fluster.

Lu Chen grabbed her and pressed her down, his nose twitching slightly before he put on a heroic expression: "I'm afraid it's not hunger, this kid probably has diarrhea."

Although it was his first time becoming a father, Lu Chen had completely transformed into a responsible dad. He untied the baby's diaper, and in that instant, an extremely strong and "unique" smell filled the ward.

A baby's first poop is indeed quite a sight, both in smell and appearance. It's the residue accumulated over ten months, dark and sticky like a plaster.

Even Lu Chen, who rarely showed his emotions, held his breath for a moment. However, he didn't show any disgust; instead, he carefully wiped the area with a special wet wipe, seemingly enjoying it. For Lu Chen, this hands-on experience was an essential step in establishing a blood connection with the world.

Of course, he would only experience this kind of work a few times. After all, in the next room, he had already prepared a super-luxurious childcare team for Lu Qian, consisting of more than a dozen top experts and gold-medal postpartum nannies.

After cleaning its belly, the little guy hadn't even had two seconds of peace before starting a new round of protests, its little mouth constantly moving, clearly looking for food. Seeing this, Ruan Mei lovingly unbuttoned her clothes.

Fortunately, this new hot mom is not only exceptionally gifted, but also has an incredibly abundant supply of food. In fact, because of her overwhelming output, Lu Chen doesn't need to "help with his mouth" like he's read about in some unhealthy books. Instead, due to the excessive production, there's a lot of waste.

Lu Chen stood to the side, watching the glistening liquid overflow, and couldn't help but smack his lips, a hint of envious mockery flashing in his eyes. Ruan Mei keenly noticed his gaze, rolled her eyes at him charmingly, and said coquettishly, "What are you looking at? Trying to steal your own son's food?"

Lu Chen chuckled, the overwhelming sense of happiness making him feel several years younger. Looking at his son, whose skin was still wrinkled but whose features were already clearly defined, his vision for the future became even clearer.

……

Meanwhile, in the shadows not far from the entrance of the Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital.

An ordinary Mitsubishi car was parked quietly by the roadside. Inside, a middle-aged man of about forty, wearing a worn baseball cap, was staring intently at the back entrance of the hospital with a telephoto lens. The driver was a young man in his early twenties, fidgeting restlessly.

The middle-aged man, nicknamed A-Wen, is a veteran entertainment reporter—or, to put it bluntly, a paparazzo. A-Wen is quite well-known in the paparazzi circle, and the young man next to him, A-Feng, is his apprentice.

"Brother Wen, we've been waiting here for almost three days, and we haven't even seen a single person. Those hospital security guards are treating us like we're thieves," Ah Feng asked anxiously. "Who are we waiting for?"

Brother Wen snorted coldly, his eyes never leaving the viewfinder: "What's the rush? In our line of work, luck is important, but patience is the most crucial. Back in the day, I hung on a tree for a whole day and night to photograph Adam Cheng. Do you know how much that photo sold for?"

Ah Feng thought to himself: You've said it eight hundred times in your old almanac, isn't it just that you were the first to photograph Adam Cheng and Lydia Shum together?

However, he still offered a few flattering words before asking curiously, "Hey Wen-ge, can you give me a hint? Who exactly is this big shot?"

"I don't know, but it must be a big shot," Brother Wen said mysteriously in a low voice. "I bought this information at a high price. A week ago, someone booked an entire floor of the VIP ward at Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital. Apparently, they're preparing to give birth."

"Think about it, there are only a handful of people in Hong Kong who have that kind of financial resources and can make the hospital keep quiet. If we could even get a picture of their profile, or find out whose baby they are, our lifelong wealth and luxury would be secured!"

Upon hearing this, Ah Feng's eyes lit up with desire. In Hong Kong, such private matters among the wealthy are indeed incredibly expensive. Whether sold to a newspaper or back to the individuals involved, the money received would be enough to secure a comfortable retirement.

Just as the two were putting in their best effort and preparing to welcome the dawn of financial freedom, several abrupt dark shadows suddenly appeared in their sight.

Before Awen could react, six tall men in black suits and sunglasses suddenly surrounded the Mitsubishi car from all sides.

"Brother Wen, who...who is this person?" Ah Feng's voice trembled with fear.

The two burly men in the lead sneered, offering no verbal warning, and one of them suddenly swung his towering elbow.

"Splash—!"

The car windows on both sides shattered instantly, shards of glass splashing all over Ah Wen. Before Ah Wen could even cry for help, two cold, dark gun barrels were already inserted into the car windows, pressed firmly against their temples.

"Jiahe Security is on duty, do not move!"

Awen broke out in a cold sweat instantly, and his mind went blank.

Jiahe Security? They're a pack of wolves!

"Gentlemen, it's a misunderstanding! It's absolutely a misunderstanding!" Ah Wen shouted, his hands trembling as he raised them high. "We're just reporters, we just wanted to get some footage..."

"A reporter?" A sneer from Jiahe Security sneered, his eyes filled with the indifference of looking at a dead man. "We now have ample reason to suspect that you are planning a serious criminal activity, intending to kidnap Mr. Lu's family. The evidence is these illegal surveillance devices in your vehicles."

"Kidnapping? Mr. Lu?"

Wen Ge's mind exploded with a bang.

Yes, in Hong Kong Island, who else could be so arrogant as to take someone away on the pretext of "kidnapping" besides Lu Chen, who was just rumored to be the richest man in Hong Kong?

"No...no, we just wanted to take pictures, this is slander! This is slander!" Ah Feng cried out.

"get off!"

Ah Wen finally understood why that colleague had sold him this information. He guessed that the other party had already found out who was staying there, and since he didn't dare to bid, he sold the information to him, a fool, at a high price.