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

Even with such a massive lithium mining empire, when faced with the question of survival, this ruthless Wall Street farmer was still willing to return to his most basic identity as a builder.

"Beep—beep—"

Just then, a special vehicle with an extremely exaggerated design drove up on the wide driveway of the farm estate.

It was a silver-white Volvo truck with New York State license plates.

However, its carriages were not used to carry ordinary goods; they even had several air conditioning units and special ventilation louvers on the sides, and a shield and horse head emblem was printed on the body of the carriage.

"Oh? Judging by the time, Robert's package should have arrived by now." Chen An's eyes lit up, and he tossed the towel to Tie Tou.

Jessica and Aya, who were sitting on the grass studying how to make a flower wreath, immediately dropped what they were doing and ran over when they heard the noise.

"Boss, what kind of vehicle is that? Is it an armored truck? Why does it even have bulletproof bars on the windows?" Jessica asked curiously, craning her neck to look inside.

"The armored truck can't fit such delicate cargo. Come on, let's go greet your new pet." Chen An took Sarah's hand and led the two little girls towards the parking lot.

……

The silver heavy truck came to a steady stop at the edge of the courtyard.

Two nurses dressed in professional equestrian uniforms, even wearing white gloves, quickly jumped out of the driver's seat and bowed respectfully to Chen An.

"Mr. Chen, the two thoroughbred Shetland ponies you ordered have been safely delivered after being flown in at a constant temperature from a top stable in Scotland and undergoing quarantine in New York."

As she spoke, the nurse pressed the electric hydraulic switch at the rear of the carriage.

As the cabin door slowly descended, accompanied by a crisp "clatter" of hooves, two incredibly small, furry creatures emerged from the carriage.

"Wow—! My goodness!"

The moment Jessica saw the two little creatures, her eyes widened instantly, and she let out a scream loud enough to shatter eardrums.

Even Aya, who was used to seeing wild beasts and had a cold personality, gasped and unconsciously covered her mouth, her obsidian eyes bursting with amazing affection.

So cute.

Those were two tiny ponies, each less than 10 hands tall and about 90 centimeters long.

The one on the left is a pure, flawless milky white, adorned with several beautiful dark brown patches.

The one on the right has a deep chestnut color, but with extremely smooth flaxen blonde hair.

Because they have just shed their winter coat, they still have a thick layer of double-layered fur that looks like a plush toy.

They have thick, short limbs, round bellies, and a pair of large, clear, and gentle black eyes that appear enormous due to their short faces.

It's like a mythical monster that stepped right out of a fairy tale picture book.

"Are they...are they alive?" Jessica's breathing became lighter as she cautiously approached.

That cream-colored Shetland pony had clearly undergone extremely rigorous aristocratic desensitization training.

Not only was it not afraid of strangers, it also very docilely stretched out its short, furry chin and rubbed it against Jessica's palm.

"Ahhh! Boss! It's rubbing against me! Its nose is so soft!" Jessica was completely melted, wishing she could hug the pony's neck and take a few deep breaths.

Even Aya couldn't resist this overwhelming "cuteness offensive."

She walked over and gently combed down the chestnut pony's silky mane.

"On the mountain, I've seen the most majestic grizzly bears and the most agile deer, but I've never seen such a small horse..." Aya murmured to herself.

Sarah was overcome with maternal instincts, stroking the white horse's forehead with eyes full of tenderness.

"They are top-class show stallions bred from Scotland's oldest champion stables."

Chen An stood with his hands behind his back, watching this harmonious scene with satisfaction.

"Their ancestors used to pull heavy objects in mines, so they are extremely strong and have strong bones."

"But now they are trained to be companion horses for royal family members' early childhood education or advanced child psychotherapy."

"It's so docile that it won't kick you even if you set off firecrackers under its belly."

"For these two 'living toys' with royal pedigree certification, Robert not only used his connections but also spent the equivalent of two Porsche 911s."

Use the money you'd spend on a supercar to buy two tiny donkeys that even a person can't ride.

In this manor, the unit of measurement for money has long lost its original meaning.

Its sole purpose is to transform into emotional value that makes these women, and even their future children, happy.

"Jessica, they don't have names yet," Chen An said with a smile. "Since you're also the designer of the new treehouse, the task of naming them is yours."

"Hmm..." Jessica rested her chin on her hand, deep in thought. For an art student, this was a sacred moment.

"This white one looks sweet, like the filling in an Oreo cookie... let's call it 'Pudding'!"

"This chestnut-colored one, with its mane like gold, is called 'Toffee'!"

As soon as the names were decided, as if they could understand human speech, "Pudding" and "Toffee" snorted and flicked their short but plump ponytails.

Over the next afternoon, these three women, who were usually either glamorous or arrogant in front of others, completely became "poop scoopers" for two little boys.

They led the ponies for a walk on the soft lawn, fed them the tenderest alfalfa tips, and even tried to braid their hair.

As the sun completely disappeared behind the mountains, a day at Titan Manor slowly came to a close amidst tranquility and playful noise.

……

As night deepened, the bright moon hung high in the sky.

After a day of fussing, the two precious foals were settled in the most luxurious stable.

Beside it stood the imposing "Black Whirlwind" and the towering Friesian black horse, resembling a large bodyguard protecting a baby.

Second floor of the main house. Chen An's study.

This is a large room filled with the rich aroma of black walnut wood and decorated in a classic American style.

Chen An sat in a large leather boss's chair, with only a brass lamp on his desk emitting a warm light.

He held a fax from California containing legal documents regarding TerraPower's final liquidation phase.

Just then, the oak double doors to the study were pushed open a crack with extreme gentleness.

"Boss...would you like...late-night room service?"

A sweet, deliberately low voice, tinged with a hint of probing, rang out from under the door.