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

She didn't shy away from the mess on the ground or the blush-inducing smell, but walked straight towards Chen An.

When Jessica saw who it was, she wasn't angry at all. Instead, she seemed to have seen a savior and even unusually set aside her prejudices, calling out to Aya:

"Stop making sarcastic remarks! If you're so capable... then you go and take on the role!"

Aya raised an eyebrow.

She walked to the haystack, knelt down on one knee as if performing some kind of primitive sacrificial ritual, and reached out to grab Chen An's waistband.

"We Native Americans like to use wolf pack tactics when hunting."

Aya looked up at Chen An, a sly and crazed glint in her eyes. "Yesterday I made a wish by the stream, I wanted a warrior with your blood."

"So... Wolf King, prepare to be attacked."

……

The dry thatched attic on the second floor of the stable still held the lingering warmth of last night's absurd battle.

The morning sunlight streamed through the tall ventilation windows, casting golden shadows across the mountains of alfalfa hay.

There are no luxurious leather beds or constant-temperature air conditioning here, only the unique, calming, and refreshing aroma of hay after it has been exposed to the sun.

Deep within this rugged attic, in a makeshift "trench" made from Chen An's coat and a few clean woolen blankets, two beautiful bodies lay asleep, intertwined.

Because the battle last night was so intense, Jessica and Aya, who were originally on opposing sides, had to put aside all their prejudices and choose to fight side by side when faced with Chen An's tireless stamina, which was like that of an ancient beast.

At this moment, Jessica's long, fair leg was draped over Aya's tanned waist and abdomen, while Aya's arm was unconsciously wrapped around Jessica's shoulder.

One black and one white, one wild and one charming, together they create a visually striking oil painting.

Chen An had already woken up.

He leaned back on the haystack beside him, not in a hurry to put on a shirt, but just casually draped a vest over his shoulders, a cigarette dangling from his lips, appreciating the peaceful scene.

"Well……"

With a soft murmur, Aya was the first to open her eyes.

As a Native American girl who spent most of her time hunting in the forest, she was always very vigilant.

But when she realized where she was and met Chen An's smiling black eyes, her gaze softened instantly.

She stretched out in a very relaxed way, her firm muscles gleaming with a healthy glow in the morning light.

"Awake? Looks like last night's 'wolf pack tactics' were ultimately wiped out by the alpha wolf." Chen An took the cigarette out of his mouth and joked in a low voice.

Aya showed no shyness. Like a defeated but still proud little female leopard, she walked barefoot to Chen An's side, straddled his lap without any hesitation, and hooked her arms around his neck.

"I lost. But isn't that the law of nature?" Aya's eyes sparkled as she whispered in Chen An's ear.

"However, the strongest male wolf left his seed to me, so my wish will surely come true."

"Hey! Don't you dare sneak away!"

A soft, coquettish voice came from the haystack behind her.

Jessica rubbed her sleepy eyes, grabbed the tattered lace bra she had been wearing underneath and used it to cover her chest, then sat up with a resentful look on her face.

"I also calculated the date last night! Boss, you can't be biased!" Jessica scrambled over and squeezed into Chen An's other arm without a second thought.

"I want a little Titan too!"

Looking at the two young girls who were still immersed in the "fertility competition", Chen An couldn't help but chuckle.

He put his arm around one of them.

"Whether you win the lottery or not is up to God and the doctors. As for now..." Chen An glanced at the Patek Philippe on his wrist.

"If you don't get up and take a shower soon, I guarantee Sarah will have Ironhead put the smelliest manure cart on the whole farm right outside your door."

Upon hearing this threat, the two maids, who had been vying for favor just a moment ago, panicked instantly and hurriedly picked up their clothes from the ground.

……

Nine o'clock in the morning. The courtyard in front of the main house.

The early summer sun was shining brightly in late May, and the air was crisp but not chilly.

After taking a nice hot shower, Chen An changed into a set of neat outdoor work clothes.

As soon as he stepped out of the cabin, he saw Sarah sitting on a newly bought yoga mat, doing very slow stretching exercises for pregnant women in the rising sun.

On the small round table next to it, there was a glass of warm, freshly squeezed white strawberry juice and a sliced ​​apple.

Dr. Emily left behind a set of the most scientific prenatal care guidelines, and now, in this multi-million dollar estate, Sarah's health is the top priority.

"Good morning." Chen An walked over quietly and placed a kiss on her slightly sweaty forehead.

Sarah took a deep breath, slowly withdrew from her position, and sat down on the wicker chair next to her with Chen An's help.

She glanced at Chen An with a half-smile in her blue eyes that seemed to see through everything.

"You look so refreshed. You went to the stables to inspect the hay last night, and you did a very thorough 'inspection', didn't you?" Sarah picked up her strawberry juice, took a sip, and teased in the tone.

Chen An wasn't embarrassed. He sat down next to her and took her hand.

"The farm has plenty of hay reserves, enough to feed the winter wheat and snowflake cattle until next spring."

He answered seriously, then changed the subject, his gaze falling on the center of the courtyard.

In the center of that neatly trimmed lawn grows a giant white oak tree that is over two hundred years old.

The tree trunk is so thick that it takes three or four adults to encircle it, and its dense foliage forms a huge green canopy, shading nearly half of the courtyard.

"Sarah, I have an idea."

Looking at the ancient tree with its lush branches and leaves, Chen An said, "The mansion halfway up the mountain will take several more months to complete."

"But before that, I want to prepare a 'welcome gift' for the little one who hasn't been born yet."

"On this tree."

Sarah followed his gaze, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

"You want to build a treehouse?"

"Yes. A top-of-the-line treehouse, one of a kind in the world."

Chen An stood up, picked up the tablet, and quickly drew lines on the screen with the stylus.

This was not a spur-of-the-moment decision. In this idyllic paradise where he was completely in charge, occasionally indulging his deep-seated childlike innocence and desire to build was a great pleasure of farming life.

"No ordinary planks are needed. I'll have Ironhead go to the top lumber market in Kalispel and get the best Canadian red cedar and preservative-treated teak."

Chen An's pen danced across the screen, and a two-story treehouse, full of modern minimalism yet perfectly integrated into the tree's framework, appeared on the screen.

"The first floor is an amusement area, enclosed by panoramic tempered glass on all sides. In winter, the underfloor heating is on, so you can even see the stars inside on snowy days."

"The second floor is an observation deck with an open-air net and a telescope. I plan to build a suspended wooden suspension bridge connecting the treehouse and the main house."

Looking at the design on the screen, which, though just a sketch, exuded boundless luxury and warmth, Sarah's eyes welled up with tears.

This man is really thoughtful!