America: The neighbor's wife is so incredibly hospitable!

The custom-made round bed in the master bedroom, which can accommodate four people, looks as if it has just experienced a tsunami.

The silk sheets were tangled together, and the pillows were scattered on the carpet.

Morning light filtered through the gaps in the curtains, dappling the three distinct yet equally breathtaking bodies.

Sarah lay on her side, her golden hair cascading down her back.

Her back is rounded and plump, with the unique charm of a ripe peach.

Jessica was sprawled out at the foot of the bed, one long leg dangling unceremoniously over the edge.

That was the unbridled exuberance of youth.

Katie, who had just been "packed" back last night, clung tightly to Chen An's arm like a koala.

His short, silver hair was plastered messily to his cheeks, and a trace of what looked like saliva clung to the corner of his mouth.

Chen An woke up.

He didn't move, but leaned against the headboard and lit a cigarette.

Admire this world-famous painting, a masterpiece belonging only to the victors, amidst the swirling smoke.

"Is this what they call... a paradise of wine and meat?"

He chuckled self-deprecatingly and gently stroked Katie's little nose.

"Ugh... Stop fooling around..."

Katie groaned sleepily and tried to turn over.

But I found that my whole body ached as if I had been run over by a road roller.

As a "newcomer," she did receive special attention last night.

It could even be said that they were charged with "principal and interest" for taking their advance wages.

"woke up?"

Chen An's voice was hoarse from the early morning.

Katie suddenly opened her eyes, her memories returning.

She looked at Chen An, then at Sarah and Jessica who were still fast asleep beside her.

Her face turned bright red instantly, and she buried her head in the blankets like an ostrich.

"I...how could I..."

"What? Trying to renege on your debt?"

With a wicked grin, Chen An picked her up, blanket and all.

"Who was it last night crying and saying, 'The boss is amazing!' and 'Give me more!'"

"Shut up! Don't say it!"

A scream of shame and indignation came from under the covers, followed by a small fist pounding Chen An's chest.

……

Nine o'clock in the morning.

Titan Manor has returned to its long-awaited bustle.

The women still needed to catch up on their sleep, but Chen An appeared in the cowshed, looking refreshed and energetic.

Iron Head and his gang were gathered around a black Angus steer that had just been led out, discussing and critiquing it.

This cow has a round body and shiny black fur; you can even see the shimmering fat on its body as it walks.

"Boss! This is 'Number One'."

Tie Tou patted the cow's rump, making a crisp "slap slap" sound.

"As you instructed, for the past six months it has been drinking mineral water and eating wasabi leaves and alfalfa."

"I listen to jazz for four hours every day and get two aromatherapy massages. The vet just measured my body fat percentage...it's perfect!"

"Kill him."

Without any hesitation, Chen An calmly gave the order.

"Huh?" Tie Tou was taken aback. "You just killed him like that? Don't you need to hold a ceremony or something?"

"We raise cattle to eat meat, not to keep them as offerings."

Chen An stroked the cow's back. "This is the prototype for the first batch of 'Titan Snowflake Cows'."

"I need to verify its meat quality to see if it's worth that 'sky-high' price."

"Go and call a professional butcher over. They'll butcher the meat right here."

Half an hour later.

Aseptic slaughterhouse.

When the sharp butcher's knife cuts through that thick spine.

When the piece of "eye meat" weighing tens of kilograms was removed, everyone present held their breath.

So beautiful.

That's not ordinary beef.

It was a red and white artwork.

White fat, as fine and even as frost, is distributed throughout the pink muscle fibers.

The marble pattern appears to be graded at least 12.

That's the highest standard for Japanese Wagyu beef.

"This fat...it actually starts melting at room temperature?"

The butcher, a veteran of thirty years, stared in shock at the melted grease on his fingertips.

"This melting point... 'melts in your mouth' is not an adjective, it's a verb!"

Chen An cut off a small piece of raw meat and put it in his mouth to chew.

It has a milky aroma, a fruity aroma, and a unique refreshing sweetness from wasabi.

"It's a success."

Chen An spat out the bits of meat, his eyes burning.

"If this cow were priced according to my standards, its meat alone could be traded for a Ferrari."

"Iron Head, keep all the best parts of this cow. The rest..."

Chen An glanced at the group of drooling security guards.

"We'll use the leftover scraps and beef brisket as an extra dish for everyone tonight."

"Let the brothers taste what the beef they've raised tastes like."

"Long live the boss!!"

The cheers nearly lifted the roof off the cowshed.

……

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

The manor's gym.

This was a temporary renovation using a corner of a granary.

It's covered with a thick yoga mat, and there's a full-length mirror covering one wall.

Jessica was wearing tight-fitting yoga clothes.

She was stretching in front of the mirror in a Lululemon outfit that perfectly accentuated her figure.

After a morning of rest, the spirited young lady regained her energy.

"One, two, three, four..."

She stretched her legs, looked at herself in the mirror, and patted her pert buttocks with satisfaction.

"Katie! You should try it too! It's really helpful for recovery... that!"

Jessica called out towards the door.

Katie, dressed in a somewhat loose tracksuit, shuffled in, her gait a little awkward.

"I...I don't want to train. My back hurts," Katie complained.

"You only need to train if you have back pain! This is called 'core strength recovery'."

Chen An pushed open the door and entered.

He was only wearing a pair of athletic shorts and was shirtless.

Sweat streamed down his muscles, his hormones were surging.

He walked between the two women.

"Since you two have so much free time, how about I teach you a set of... partner yoga?"

Chen An's gaze swept over the two of them. "Or you could call it, three-person yoga."

"Are those 'private lessons' again?" Katie took a step back warily.

"No way! You tricked me so badly last time we rode the motorcycle!"

"This time is different. This time it's... to make your bodies more flexible."

Chen An smiled and walked behind Jessica, placing his hands on her waist.

"Come on, bend over backwards. I want to see if your flexibility has deteriorated."

Jessica cooperated by bending backward, her whole body forming a perfect arch shape.

Chen An then supported her from below.

"Very good. Keep it up."

Chen An turned to Katie, "It's your turn. Come here and help her stretch her legs."

In this gym filled with the smell of sweat.

In front of this huge floor-length mirror.

A class called "Yoga" has begun, which is actually another form of physical communication.

Under Chen An's "guidance," various challenging positions were unlocked one by one.

For example, "handstand", "trapeze", and that famous number position.

The mirror faithfully recorded everything.

It was not just a physical stretch, but also a test of the limits of emotion and trust.

Katie was initially hesitant.

But under Jessica's provocative moans and the guidance of Chen An's magical hands, she quickly became immersed in it as well.

Sweat gradually dripped onto the floor.

"Boss... this action... is too embarrassing..."

Katie's face turned as red as a boiled shrimp, and she was in a pose that was extremely demanding on her core strength and sense of shame.

"Aren't you ashamed?"

Chen An whispered in her ear, his breath hot.

"But in the mirror, it's beautiful. It's... art."

"And this will allow you to... last a little longer tonight."