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

On a June afternoon, the Montana sun isn't as scorching as the equator.

But it's enough to make those who work outdoors break a sweat.

An eerily silent atmosphere descended upon the lawn in front of the main house at Titan Manor.

Florence Lumière, the female president of the French Lumière Group, stood stiffly in the warm breeze of early summer.

Her two top European bodyguards, already "offered" with over a dozen Remington shotguns,

Forced to hand over the car keys, they were "escorted" by the Titan security team to the roadside outside the farm to starve.

"My dear lady, our boss said that the farm doesn't employ idlers. If you don't want to work, walk two miles along this gravel road, and your car will be waiting for you over there."

Iron Head stood with his arms crossed, blocking the entrance like a black iron tower, grinning to reveal a set of white teeth, exuding a strong villainous aura.

Florence clutched the backup contract she hadn't yet sent out tightly in her hand.

go?

For a proud member of the old French aristocracy, the most dignified choice after suffering such a humiliation was to turn away and leave.

But for a businessman who holds the lifeline of a century-old luxury goods empire...

Leaving means giving up that divine ingredient that will allow them to continue dominating the perfume and cosmetics industry for the next century!

Last week, Chanel, as a competitor, was already being talked about by its North American distributor.

If this mutated iris falls into enemy hands, it will be a catastrophe for the Lumière family!

"Good...very good..."

Florence bit her rosy lips, a hint of shame and indignation flashing in her eyes, along with an extremely stubborn ruthlessness.

"It's just digging!"

She slammed the billion-dollar contract in her hand into the nearby trash can.

Then, in front of Tie Tou and the other dumbfounded security guards,

With a slightly clumsy yet remarkably decisive motion, she flung off the pair of Jimmy Choo stilettos studded with rhinestones from her feet.

Her fair, slender feet, adorned with exquisite French manicures, stepped unsuspectingly onto the warm, pebbly ground.

She took off the custom-made white Dior blazer that symbolized power and class.

It was casually hung on the fence, leaving only a thin white silk camisole inside.

Then she half-squatted down and forcefully rolled up the wide-legged suit pants above her knees.

After completing this set of movements, half of her usual aloof and icy demeanor was destroyed, and she instead exuded a kind of wretched and sexy air, like a princess in distress.

"Where are the tools? Take me there!" Florence raised her head and glared at Ironhead.

……

Ten minutes later, on the newly reclaimed experimental field on the east side of the manor.

This land is located near the edge of an underground tributary of sacred water, and the soil is an extremely moist and fertile dark black.

Chen An plans to cultivate a high-end "ice cream watermelon" imported from Asia here.

At this moment, in this muddy and sandy area that is deep enough to bury one's ankles, there is one more figure moving with difficulty.

"Hoo... Hah..."

Florence gripped a heavy, solid wood, iron-handled farm hoe in both hands.

Each lift and drop exhausts the strength in her arms that she usually only uses to sign contracts.

The heavy iron object slammed into the soil, inevitably splashing mud and water everywhere.

It landed on her snow-white skin, and also on her silk vest that was already soaked with sweat.

Sweat slid down her slender swan neck and flowed over her delicate collarbone.

The scorching sun made this noble lady, who usually paid great attention to sun protection and skincare, feel dizzy.

The sensation of her feet sinking into the rough sand and soft, wet mud was so strange yet stimulatingly raw that it nearly drove her to the brink of collapse.

But amidst this extreme humiliation and torment, the proud self in her mind seemed to be melting away little by little.

The gaze of that arrogant Eastern tyrant lingered in her mind.

……

Not far from the experimental field, on the second floor of the main building, there is an extremely spacious and comfortable panoramic wooden viewing platform.

A refrigeration air conditioner was silently blowing out cool air, and a large Persian carpet was laid out in the center of the observation deck, with two huge ice mist electric fans placed next to it.

In this heavenly and comfortable environment.

Erin Wayne and Jessica were lounging lazily on a soft couch, with a huge sterling silver ice platter between them.

The dish features not only perfectly square-cut premium "chilled mint white strawberries," but also giant black grapes air-freighted from California and peeled lychees.

Beside her, Sarah, heavily pregnant, sat on a soft sofa, listening to soothing music while looking at the accounts on her tablet.

This is absolutely the cruelest contrast in the world: below, people are scorching in the sun, digging in the dirt; upstairs, people are enjoying air conditioning, cold drinks, watching a show, and eating melons.

"Oh my, look at the way she's swinging the hoe." Jessica said, holding a small, high-powered monocular telescope.

Chewing on a white strawberry, he watched the film while gleefully explaining to the actress next to him.

"She's not using her core strength at all; she's relying entirely on her wrists. I bet her hands will be blistered within an hour!"

"When I first came to the manor and was shoveling manure in the cowshed, I was much more professional than her!"

As a senior who had been "reformed through labor" by Chen An, Jessica actually found an extremely strong sense of pride in this matter.

Eileen took the binoculars, glanced at them, lazily brushed a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, and smiled:

"These swans, which usually live in greenhouses on the Left Bank of Paris, are now living in this manor, which is full of primal energy and the smell of earth."

If our tyrant doesn't pluck a few feathers from her head, she'll really think all the men in the world will fawn over her like dogs. Just watch, she'll soon be begging for mercy.

He had just finished speaking.

A tall and imposing figure appeared at the edge of the experimental field below.

Chen An was still wearing his simple short-sleeved shirt and shorts, with a hand-woven straw hat on his head.

Beside him followed the enormous Caucasian Shepherd, Zeus.

He slowly drove a four-wheeled ATV loaded with farm implements to the end of the field.

Upon seeing the boss arrive, the two girls upstairs immediately put down their binoculars and held their breath as if watching an adult film.

……

"Your movements are too stiff, Miss Florence."

Chen An got off the ATV, still holding a piece of chilled watermelon that he had just taken out of the refrigerator.

While eating, he relentlessly launched into a sarcastic remark about capitalists.

"If you keep turning the soil at this rate, this patch of watermelons won't even sprout next year."

"It seems that the so-called noble French bloodline is worthless in the face of the most basic survival skills."