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

Chen An didn't even raise his head, but a knowing smile appeared on his lips.

"If I remember correctly, someone was complaining during dinner just now that they didn't even have the strength to carry a plate?"

The door was pushed open completely.

Jessica slipped in like a Persian cat with silent steps and locked the brass lock with her backhand.

She wasn't wearing any over-the-top lingerie tonight, but she was still incredibly alluring.

It was a dark blue flannel plaid shirt belonging to Chen An, which had obviously just been taken out of his closet.

The dress, worn by Jessica who is 1.7 meters tall, barely covered her upper thighs.

As for the buttons on her collar... she even went so far as to unbutton them all the way up to the fourth button on her chest.

"That was to fool Aya's ears. That leopard's hearing is still terrifying. If I hadn't played dead, she would definitely have been monopolizing you tonight."

Jessica walked barefoot on the thick Persian carpet, step by step, around to the back of Chen Ann's large chair.

This girl's jealousy and competitive spirit are practically ingrained in her bones.

Although I chatted and laughed with Aya about the two ponies in the afternoon, when it comes to "competing for favor," it's a fierce battleground where every inch of ground is contested.

"So, you've regained your fighting ability?"

Chen An put down his pen and turned his chair around.

Those deep, dark eyes watched the scheming little fox with a leisurely air.

"certainly."

Jessica stepped forward and unceremoniously straddled Chen An's lap.

Her knees were pressed against the wide chair, and her two slender arms wrapped around Chen An's neck.

The wide hem of the shirt gathered upwards with each movement, and her smooth skin, which was breathtaking, transmitted her amazing body temperature seamlessly through Chen An's well-made trousers.

"I've said before... I also have a 'golden window'."

Jessica leaned closer to Chen An's face, her usually clear and cheerful voice becoming somewhat hoarse with emotion.

The innocence she had shown playing with the pony that afternoon was gone from her eyes; now, they held the ambition to completely possess this tyrant of the empire.

"This morning, when I saw how carefully you fed Mom strawberry juice... I was so jealous."

She gently kissed the line of Chen An's jaw, the touch of her lips feeling as if they carried a spark that could ignite his blood.

"I also want a baby who can play in a treehouse, a little Titan who can call me Mom in this huge manor."

This is the most primal and persistent sense of security that women possess in this capital-driven, power-obsessed ecosystem.

Instead of fighting for those few checks, it's better to completely integrate yourself into the family's bloodline.

"So ambitious?"

Chen An placed his palm on Jessica's back, which was tense and excited, and gently pressed it, making her sink deeper into his arms.

That full elasticity and deadly curves are simply maddening.

He looked at the vibrant young beast, his gaze gradually consumed by the flames.

"Since it was the secretary who volunteered to 'work overtime'..."

Chen An's voice became completely low and hoarse.

He grabbed Jessica's flannel shirt by the collar with one hand and pulled it to both sides without any mercy.

One of the buttons popped off during this wild movement.

Under the dim, warm light of the desk lamp, a spring scene, whiter and more dazzling than mutton-fat jade, burst into Chen An's eyes without reservation.

"Then let's see tonight..." Chen An grabbed her chin and kissed her fiercely, silencing her last words.

"Can you squeeze every last drop of seed from this farmer?"

Outside the study.

The moonlight was like water, and the evening breeze gently caressed the newly planted white strawberry seedlings.

Two ponies named Pudding and Toffee snuggled together in the hay and fell fast asleep.

Inside the study.

The leather chair, unable to bear the weight, creaked and groaned in protest.

Accompanied by the sound of pages being crumpled and muffled groans that could not be contained.

In the quiet early summer night of Montana, a wild symphony entitled "Procreation and Conquest" is being composed.

In the face of wealth and leisure, time at Titan Manor seems to speed up only a little bit at this time.

……

If every piece of furniture in Titan Manor could talk.

Then the top-quality full-grain leather boss chair in the study on the second floor of the main house would probably complain about the incredible pressure and torment it endured last night.

Seven o'clock in the morning.

The air in the study still lingered with an extremely decadent and sweet scent, intertwined with the original cold and hard agarwood of black walnut wood.

The multi-billion dollar TerraPower liquidation documents were pushed to the corner of the table.

Some pages were even wrinkled from being gripped tightly by a pair of sweaty little hands.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the blinds, casting striped patterns of light and shadow on the carpet.

Jessica, like an exhausted cat, curled up on the single leather sofa in the corner of the study, covered only by Chen An's black suit jacket.

As for the flannel shirt she wore when she came in last night...

Halfway through the "battle," it was violently torn apart because it hindered the boss's "work efficiency," and now it lies pitifully next to the table leg.

Chen An, holding a cup of black coffee, leaned against the windowsill, looking refreshed, and watched the little wildcat still fast asleep.

Compared to Jessica's aching back and weak legs, after some kind of physical enhancement that cannot be explained by science...

Chen An's energy is like the geothermal spring beneath this farm, forever boiling.

He walked to the sofa and very gently wrapped his suit jacket around Jessica as well.

He lifted her up around the waist, as if he were holding a sleeping baby.

"Ugh... Boss, I can't take it anymore... You win..."

Jessica shifted restlessly in her half-awake state, instinctively burying her head in Chen An's chest muscles, while muttering nonsensical ramblings.

"I'll keep track of this debt for you."

Chen An smiled helplessly, kicked open the study door, carried her back to the large bed in the guest room, and covered her with a light blanket.

He also thoughtfully drew the blackout curtains so she could sleep soundly until she woke up naturally.

……

The farm didn't fully wake up until nine o'clock in the morning.

After the muddy period caused by the melting spring snow, the pastures are now at their softest and most vibrant time of the year.

From the courtyard in front of the main house came the crisp sound of horses' hooves and the silvery laughter of girls.

"Pudding! Don't eat that flower! It's for ornamental purposes!"

Aya was squatting on the grass, pressing her hands against the fluffy head of the cream-colored Shetland pony.

This Native American huntress, who used to deal with cougars and wolves in the mountains, completely lost her resistance and vigilance when faced with these two adorable miniature creatures that were less than a meter tall.