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

For Hollywood actresses and socialites, sugar is their nemesis.

But their craving for sweets is deadly.

This "Titan White Strawberry," with its extremely high sugar content, creamy texture, and pure natural plant fragrance, is simply a soul-stirring poison.

"So now, all the wealthy ladies and film producers in Beverly Hills are frantically trying to find out the origin of this fruit."

"They asked me to inquire about the price per box. They want to place an order!"

Hearing this, Chen An chuckled softly.

Tell them it's not for sale.

"Huh? Not for sale?" Eileen was taken aback. "Ann, this is a huge business opportunity. If we strike while the iron is hot..."

"Eileen, what is the first rule of luxury goods?"

Chen An looked at the distant snow-capped mountains, his eyes revealing the ruthlessness and shrewdness of a capitalist.

"It is not only 'scarcity', but also 'barrier'."

"These white strawberries are only available to future official members of the Titans Club."

"If the CEO of Universal Pictures wants to attend, tell him to prepare a membership fee of one million US dollars."

"Otherwise, let them go to the supermarket and buy those greenhouse-grown red strawberries that are grown with chemical fertilizers."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Eileen's charming laughter.

"Ann...you're a devil. But I love your arrogance."

Eileen's voice softened, "Not only do they want to eat it, but I want to eat it too."

"After I finish filming these scenes, I'll fly to Montana to see you. I want to personally go to your greenhouse... to 'harvest'."

She deliberately emphasized the word "picking," the implication of which was self-evident.

"You're welcome anytime. But remember to bring your knee pads, the soil in the greenhouse is softer."

……

hang up the phone.

Chen An was in a great mood.

The marketing campaign for White Strawberry has fired its first shot, and the name of Titan Club will spread like a virus among top social circles.

"Boss! The frisbee fell into the tree!"

Not far away, Jessica came running up, panting.

Pointing to the tall oak tree in front of the door, he looked aggrieved.

Zeus followed beside them, whimpering.

"If it falls into the tree, climb up and pick it up yourself, or have Tie Tou buy you a new one."

Chen An stood up and stretched. "But now, we have something more interesting to do."

"What is it?" Jessica's eyes lit up.

"Didn't you already change into your riding attire?"

Chen An pointed to the newly built stable behind the farm, "Spring has arrived, and the grass in the pasture has turned green."

"It's time to take a look around our territory."

"I had several thoroughbred Quarter Horses shipped from Texas. Shall we go and pick one?"

"Horseback riding? That's awesome!"

Jessica cheered and grabbed Chen An's hand, running into the house.

"I'll go get Mom! She used to be a great horse rider on the farm!"

……

Half an hour later. In front of the stable.

Two glossy Quarter Horses and a tall, solid black Friesian Horse have been brought out.

Sarah changed into a very professional Western cowboy outfit:

He wore dark blue skinny jeans, a plaid shirt, a leather vest, and a somewhat old Sterson cowboy hat.

She expertly patted the chestnut Quarter Horse's neck with a natural and elegant movement, and then smoothly mounted the horse, clearly showing she was a veteran.

In contrast, Jessica seemed a bit clumsy.

Although she was dressed in the most expensive and fashionable English riding attire, she was somewhat hesitant to approach the white-hoofed Quarter Horse.

"Boss...it's so tall, won't it kick me?" Jessica asked cautiously, gripping the reins.

"In its eyes, you are even more timid than it."

Chen An walked over, cupped Jessica's pert buttocks with both hands, and thrust them upwards.

"what!"

With a gasp, Jessica landed steadily on the saddle.

Chen An then nimbly mounted the black Friesian horse.

This horse is extremely large, with long tufts of hair on its hooves; it is a noble among horses.

Chen An rode on it, like a medieval knight.

"Set off."

Chen An gave the reins a tug.

"drive!"

The three horses trotted away from the stable and headed deep into the vast farm.

The spring breeze on my face brought a pleasantly intoxicating feeling.

The trickling streams formed by the melting snow meander across the grassland, while dozens of "Titan Snowflake Cattle" graze peacefully on the distant hillside.

"This feels so good..."

Sarah rode her horse alongside Chen An. Her eyes were filled with nostalgia and peace.

"This farm was lifeless when George was still here."

"Tom only knows how to drink. He doesn't care about anything else."

"I never imagined this land could be as vibrant as it is today."

Sarah looked at the man beside her, her eyes overflowing with love.

"You gave it a soul, An."

"No, it is you who gave it the taste of home."

Chen An smiled, raised his whip, and said, "Let's go and take a look at the birch forest at the foot of the mountain."

"drive!"

The horses began to accelerate.

Jessica was a little scared at first, but as Quartema's pace became steady, she gradually got the hang of it.

The feeling of being jostled on horseback with the wind whistling in her ears completely awakened the wild genes within her that yearned for freedom.

"Whoa—! Boss! I caught up with you!"

Jessica shouted excitedly, squeezing her legs tightly around the horse's belly, and actually tried to overtake Chen An.

"Little brat, trying to overtake me?"

Chen An sneered and lightly nudged the spurs.

The black Friesian horse moved like a black lightning bolt, instantly gaining momentum and easily leaving Jessica behind, while also raising a whiff of the earthy fragrance of spring.

……

Around noon.

The three of them arrived at the edge of the birch forest.

There is a clear stream here, its water sourced from melting snow from the mountains.

It was icy cold, but crystal clear.

They dismounted to rest.

Sarah took out a picnic mat and some sandwiches that she had prepared beforehand from her saddlebag.

"It's so quiet here."

Jessica sat down on a rock, took off her helmet, and her black hair gleamed in the sunlight.

She rubbed her inner thighs. "But... riding a horse is really tiring. My legs are almost blistered."

For beginners, the friction from the saddle can be quite a torment.

Chen An walked over with the kettle and handed it to her.

"This is normal. Your thigh muscles aren't used to this way of squeezing and exerting force yet."

He sat down next to her, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over her legs, which appeared exceptionally long due to her tight riding trousers.

"Do you need me to help you relax? Like you would at the gym."

Chen An lowered his voice, carrying a hint of ambiguity that only the two of them understood.

Jessica blushed and secretly glanced at Sarah, who was spreading out a picnic blanket not far away.

"Here? In the wild?"