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

By early June, Montana had completely shed the chill of early spring and ushered in the brightest and most vibrant early summer of the year.

Ever since that night's "celebration picnic" and "late-night overtime work in the study," time at Titan Manor seems to have been wound up slowly.

There are no financial crises to worry about, and no assassins sneaking in at night.

Only when you wake up each day can you see the farm's lush, vibrant green life.

At nine o'clock in the morning, languid jazz music played from a record player drifted through the living room of the main house.

Sarah sat on the sunniest armchair, holding a half-knitted pale yellow baby sock.

She is only a little over a month pregnant, but as the "Empress Dowager" with a transcendent status in the manor, her maternal love has already begun to overflow.

"Jessica, hand me those scissors over there," Sarah said without looking up.

Jessica, who was doing abdominal stretches on the carpet following a YouTube video to maintain her slender waist and ensure she would be undefeated in the battle for attention that night, pouted as she got up and handed over the scissors.

"Mom, you're in such a hurry. How old is she and you're already knitting socks?" Jessica rubbed her still aching back.

Chen An's energy is simply a mystery.

"This is called prenatal education, and also anticipation." Sarah smiled as she cut the loose thread, held the tiny sock in her palm and examined it, her eyes so tender they seemed to melt your heart.

"Besides, I need to prepare more. What if they're twins?"

Jessica rolled her eyes, but then leaned closer, looking at the cute little sock with an undisguised longing in her eyes.

Yes, how wonderful it would be if one of these were mine.

Just then, Chen An came down from the study on the second floor.

Today he wore a loose linen shirt and dark khaki outdoor multi-pocket trousers, and on his feet were still those tactical boots with a few bits of grass stuck to them.

He was holding a thick tablet computer in his hand.

"Looks like we need to expand the estate."

Chen An walked to the bar, poured himself a glass of ice water, and gulped it down in one go, appearing to be in a very good mood.

"Expand?" Sarah put down her knitting needles, looked up, and said, "Isn't the new house halfway up the mountain big enough? The geothermal hot spring that Jessica designed is taking up half the backyard."

"The house is big enough, but for the future 'little Titans,' it's too monotonous to have only a stable and hot springs as a playground."

Chen An took his tablet and walked between the two women, sat down on the carpet, and pulled up a 3D map.

On the map, to the northwest of their current farm lies a terrifying 20,000 acres of coniferous forest and virgin grassland.

"After Joe Capone died, he actually left behind a lot of hidden assets in Montana, including this old forest land leased through a shell company."

Chen An drew a large circle on the screen with his finger.

"Last night, Ava completed all the legal transfer procedures in San Francisco. Now, this 20,000-acre land has officially been incorporated into Titan Estate."

"I want to enclose the entire area with barbed wire and infrared alarms, turning it into a top-notch private hunting ground and wildlife sanctuary."

"My God! Twenty thousand acres?!" Jessica exclaimed. "Doesn't that mean we have a national park right on our own property?"

"For Titan Resources right now, buying it is simpler than buying a diamond."

Chen An smiled. "Moreover, this also aligns with the future high-end operating model of our 'Titan Club'."

"Those Wall Street bigwigs not only enjoy our white strawberries and Wagyu beef, they also prefer to carry expensive double-barreled shotguns and enjoy being outlaws for a few days on their private property."

Making money isn't just about selling products, it's also about selling the experience.

Hunting has always been one of the world's most exclusive pastimes for the wealthy.

"What's in there? Wild boars? Or deer?" Sarah asked worriedly. "Isn't it too close to the residential area?"

"So I plan to conduct a thorough ecological planning over the next two days."

Chen An stood up and looked towards the gate.

"But before that, this morning, our farm welcomed some very 'delicate' guests."

……

10:30. The front lawn of Titan Manor.

A luxurious, air-suspension van bearing the logo of a top global live animal logistics company was parked next to the big oak tree.

The car's air conditioning system was always running in silent mode.

"Here it comes!"

Having already received the news, Aya didn't even bother to polish the bow she had just finished yesterday; she excitedly ran over from the backyard.

As an Indian girl with an innate fascination for animals, she ran faster than anyone else when she heard about a new pet.

The truck's side door slowly lowered.

First to arrive were two purebred South American mythical beasts, their bodies completely free of any other color, their fur fluffy like large clouds.

Alpaca!

But these are not the ordinary alpacas used to attract tourists in zoos.

This is the highest-grade bloodline of the Suri alpaca in South America. Its fur is as smooth as silk, and its eyes exude a cute yet noble charm.

Wow!!!

Jessica, who was just doing yoga inside, suddenly rushed out.

This thing is practically nuclear-level lethal to young girls.

"This is so cute!" Jessica reached out her finger and carefully poked the neck of the slightly shorter alpaca.

The finger instantly sank into the soft hair that was at least ten centimeters thick.

The alpaca tilted its head and looked at her, then slowly chewed the hay in its mouth.

She let out a soft hum, like a baby.

Sarah also came out with Chen An's help.

Immediately afterwards, the caregiver brought out two wicker baskets from the carriage.

Inside the basket, six fluffy, snow-white Call ducks with orange-yellow flat beaks and round bodies were quacking and peeking around.

This little guy, known as the "Hermes of the pet duck world," not only doesn't grow very big, but also has a very soft voice and will even follow people around like a puppy.

"These... these are ducks?" Sarah's maternal instincts kicked in the moment she saw the basket of little creatures.

"They look exactly like plush toys you'd buy from a toy store."

"This is for you."

Chen An gently embraced Sarah, watching the little Call ducks waddling and exploring their new home on the carpet-like soft lawn.

"It's important to maintain a positive mood during pregnancy. Those bulls and horses are too big and might bump into you."

"These little creatures are perfect for keeping in the yard. When you're sitting in a deckchair, they can wander around your feet."

This is a classic example of a top-tier, domineering husband spoiling his wife.

As long as he could win a smile from his beloved, Chen An would have someone bring back an alien from the moon, no matter the cost.