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

In summer, the days in Montana are so long that it feels like there's plenty of time.

The stream was bathed in a dazzling golden glow as the sunset painted the surface of the water, and several snow-white Call ducks leisurely preened their feathers by the water plants.

On the mountainside in the distance, newly built geothermal hot springs are steaming with milky white mist, which blends with the orange-red sky, creating a scene resembling a fairyland.

In the open kitchen of the main house, a boring yet subtly romantic game between women is underway.

"I bet a limited edition LV crocodile bag that the arrogant French swan won't last more than two hours before she's howling like a cat whose tail has been stepped on in this farm."

Jessica sat cross-legged on the large marble island counter without any regard for her image, holding a half-full glass of mint sparkling water in her hand, and confidently threw out her chips.

Today she changed into a pink camisole and shorts set for home, radiating youthful vitality as if nourished by the rain.

"Two hours? You're giving her far too much credit."

Katie, who was busy at the oven, hummed in response.

This silver-haired little girl is currently researching a top-notch crispy dessert made with mutated white diamond truffles and pistachios.

As she put on oven mitts and carried the baking tray out, she said sarcastically:

"This kind of female CEO, who sits in an air-conditioned room in Paris all year round and doesn't even know how to hold a hoe, usually acts as cold as ice."

"But in the face of the boss's 'pile driver'-like physical strength and domineering nature, the more suppressed this unattainable flower is, the faster it collapses."

"I bet an hour, and her haughty accent will turn into meaningless pleas for mercy. All she'll do is drool and 'oh ho ho ho!'"

"You two naughty girls actually made a bet on the boss's 'business' tonight."

Sarah, dressed in loose and comfortable maternity clothes, sat on a wicker chair nearby.

Although she was scolding him, her gentle blue eyes were full of smiles.

Since confirming her pregnancy and securing her position as "Empress Dowager of the Estate," Sarah has long since become indifferent to Chen An's extramarital affairs.

In this vast empire where wealth rivals that of a nation, Chen An, as the alpha wolf, is bound to attract countless of the finest female wolves.

As long as she remains in charge of the main house, whoever sleeps with her is merely adding a touch of liveliness to this vibrant farm.

"It's not just business, Mom." Jessica leaned over and used a toothpick to pick up a piece of crispy cracker that Katie had just made and put it into Sarah's mouth.

"She's the one who determines whether our 'wild iris essential oil' can be sold at a high price in Europe and make a fortune."

"Who said that was to harvest韭菜 (a metaphor for exploiting people)?"

A deep, magnetic male voice sounded from the doorway.

Chen An was wearing a dark gray thin cashmere sweater and casual trousers.

I just came back from visiting the two miniature ponies, "Pudding" and "Toffee," at the stables.

His hair still carried a bit of the cool evening mist, but he exuded a calm and relaxed air of a wealthy and powerful man.

"We don't need to harvest her; we just need to turn her into Titan's personal servant."

Chen An walked over and gave Jessica's pert buttocks a crisp slap, then sat down next to Sarah and touched her still-flat stomach.

"For this French swan, the most solid acquisition strategy is to directly imprint the Montana farm's mark on her soul and body, rather than giving her a cold commercial contract."

Jessica blushed, rubbed her bottom, and muttered softly, "Wow, capitalists are really terrifying. They not only want people's money and resources, but they also expect people to willingly hand them over for free..."

"What? You have a problem with that?" Chen An raised an eyebrow, looking at her with a half-smile. "What about that bill for repairing the treehouse and buying the bag..."

"No objections! The boss is the best! May the boss live forever!" Jessica's expression changed instantly, and she pounced on Chen An with a big kiss on the cheek.

"Wishing you a successful start to the night, boss! Katie and I will leave the door open for you in the main house!"

These little devils.

Chen An smiled and shook his head, then picked up a cup of black tea.

The sky outside the window was gradually darkening.

Ground lights have been lit on the stone path leading to the famous panoramic stargazing tent on the lakeside.

The show is about to begin.

……

At nine o'clock in the evening, the moon was high in the sky.

In a luxurious suite in the manor, Florence Lumière stands in front of a huge full-length mirror.

The woman in the mirror no longer bore any resemblance to the arrogant, aloof, and domineering CEO she had been when she got out of the car yesterday.

She still possesses stunningly beautiful features, like those in a medieval oil painting.

But after yesterday afternoon's unforgettable "muddy soil-turning trial" and the incident with the still-warm watermelon, she was deeply moved.

Her inherent pride was like ice cream melted by the sun, so soft and mushy it was practically oozing water.

Even worse was the bottle of medicine Jessica brought yesterday.

At this moment, in this suite with its pleasantly comfortable temperature, the air is filled with a sophisticated and intoxicating fragrance.

Florence had already opened the bottle of the [Mutant Wild Iris Root Complex Essential Oil], a custom-made product exclusively for Titan Manor.

According to the terms of the "transaction," she not only took a bath, but also applied every single drop of this exquisitely pale golden essential oil to her body.

From delicate collarbones to the edges of full breasts, and then to a flat stomach.

Even the two long, straight legs, characteristic of European-style beauties, were glistening with a moist sheen.

This completely alcohol-free plant extract releases an exotic fragrance the moment it comes into contact with human body temperature, enough to make a priest break his vows.

That cool, secluded atmosphere, yet imbued with an endless, primal allure...

Even she, the heiress of a conglomerate who controlled one-tenth of the world's top perfumes, was deeply defeated.

Enveloped in this scent, Florence felt her whole body heat up, and a strange longing welled up from the bottom of her heart.

"Is this the power that man possesses...?"

"To be able to create something with such magical power."

Florence took a deep breath.

She opened the wardrobe, and the haute couture dress from yesterday had long been kicked into a corner like trash.

She is currently wearing a minimalist black silk backless gown, custom-made in Paris, intended as a private indulgence after a major dinner party.

But inside this elegant long dress.

She followed some deepest desire of surrender within her.

Apart from a pair of Victoria's Secret black and gold lace stockings, he was completely naked.

Taking a deep breath, Florence opened the door.

In order to capture that European market, or rather, to figure out what kind of abyss her wildly beating heart was sliding into, this swan finally walked willingly into the hunter's cage.