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

But in the next second.

"Tick-tock..."

A drop of viscous liquid, displaying an incredible gradient of golden-red translucent luster.

It slowly dripped into the pure silver collection container below through the guide tube.

The instant it comes into contact with the air.

It has no alcohol smell.

There is only an overwhelming sweetness, an explosive fruity aroma that takes your soul out of your body, mixed with the chill of Montana's frigid glaciers.

And that noble musky scent, deeply rooted in the mutated truffle soil, swept through the entire basement like a tsunami!

"Gulp."

Jessica swallowed hard, her eyes fixed on the thick, golden-red liquid.

"This fragrance... I feel like just one sniff has completely dispelled the frustration I've felt these past few days, being stuck in the snow..."

This isn't juice at all! This is practically an elixir of immortality brewed by a witch in mythology!

With trembling hands, Madeline carefully used a crystal straw to dredge about ten milliliters of the undiluted liquid from the silver dish and dripped it into a shallow Baccarat crystal glass.

"An." Madeline presented the cup to Chen An with both hands, her noble grey-blue eyes filled with fervor. "Please savor the latest miracle born in the manor."

Chen An did not accept the wine glass.

He glanced at the countess beside him, who had specially changed into a black fitted French shirt for work today, and then at Charlotte standing next to her, whose eyes were also filled with longing.

"I don't need to drink from a cup."

Chen An's voice, echoing in the cold basement, carried a dangerous and domineering masculine heat.

His long, slender fingers traced across Madeline's fair collarbone, finally resting on her red lips, which trembled slightly with her breath.

"Madeline, have a sip."

Madeline paused for a moment, then her cheeks flushed bright red, like a fiery sunset.

She knew this man's rules all too well. Without any hesitation, she tilted her head back and took the dozen or so milliliters of ice wine, which was more precious than liquid gold, into her cherry-like mouth.

The extreme sweetness and icy coldness exploded on her taste buds in an instant.

But before she could swallow it...

Chen An's large hand had already gripped the back of her head. He leaned down, lowered his head, and sealed the French noblewoman's red lips with his.

"Hmm!"

Madeline let out a suppressed, sticky moan, obediently parting her pearly teeth slightly.

The golden-red liquid, carrying the temperature of polar glaciers yet incredibly rich and sweet, was fed into Chen An's mouth as their lips and tongues intertwined.

A hint of sweet juice even spilled from the corner of her mouth, flowing slowly down Madeline's fair chin and into the deep cleavage covered by her black silk shirt.

"Truly a masterpiece."

Chen An released Madeline, who had collapsed in his arms due to lack of oxygen and extreme stimulation.

He smacked his lips, the terrifying vitality and complex fruity aroma that could instantly penetrate every part of his body made even this emperor, who possessed hundreds of billions, marvel.

But it's not over yet.

Chen An turned his head and his gaze fell on the golden-red juice drop that had slid down to the bottom of Madeleine's collarbone.

He turned his head and looked at Charlotte, whose face was flushed red, yet she was biting her red lips defiantly.

"Charlotte, it wouldn't be good to waste such a precious liquid."

Chen An patted Madeline on the shoulder. "Come here and help this chief winemaker clean up. Remember, at Titan Manor, every bit of resource wasted must be used to its fullest potential."

In this juicing workshop, filled with the aroma of fruit and only a few degrees Celsius in cool comfort, lies a juicing facility.

Charlotte's breath caught in her throat.

To expect her, the heiress of a Bourbon family, to... to clean up the ambiguous residue on Madeline's body?!

But when she met Chen An's dark eyes, which were filled with absolute dominance and brooked no disobedience.

The class-based bottom line that was ingrained in their bones crumbled instantly under this extreme onslaught of bullying and flirting.

With red eyes, she felt ashamed yet unable to hide the excitement brought on by the perverse feeling in her heart, and slowly walked forward.

She knelt on one knee at Madeleine's feet, obediently lowering her noble platinum-gold head amidst the shocked, snickering, or envious gazes of the other women.

……

This rare blizzard in Montana has turned the entire Rocky Mountains into a silent world of only black and white.

Two meters of snow completely blocked the interstate highway surrounding the estate.

The gale-force winds, like a pack of wolves howling across the icy plains, were tearing everything in nature apart.

Inside the "Panoramic Snowstorm View Room" on the second floor of the main house.

The triple-layered, thickened, military-grade insulating glass perfectly blocks the deadly low temperatures of minus thirty degrees Celsius.

The interior is not only spring-like all year round, but also filled with a humid and languid atmosphere similar to an early summer morning, thanks to the surrounding heating system with underground springs throughout the house.

"Phew... Looking at the weather outside that could freeze a person into an ice sculpture in an instant, and then lying in the warmth of the indoor heating, this is simply the greatest psychological pleasure that mankind has ever invented."

Jessica lay sprawled on the giant white tatami mat that took up half the room.

The tatami mats were covered with premium Peruvian alpaca wool blankets that had been rushed from Italy and were completely undyed.

This fabric, known as the fiber of God, costs more per ounce than gold.

However, Chen An, in a heartless manner, used it to pave the floor for the ten pregnant women in his family, just to prevent them from accidentally slipping in the winter.

Jessica is wearing a pure white, deep V-neck halter-neck maternity dress of the same material today.

Now that she was in her second trimester, her once small belly had developed into a very noticeable and beautifully rounded shape.

The unique hormones that nurture new life transformed this once innocent and fiery mixed-race wildcat.

Her skin became as smooth and delicate as mutton fat jade, and she exuded a fatal attraction that was a mixture of maternal love and coquettish charm.

"Who can argue with that?"

Ava Green, wearing thin-rimmed blue light blocking glasses, leaned lazily against several huge cushions.

She held a cup of warm milk in her hand, looking out the window at the apocalyptic snowstorm.

"Just now, inside news from Wall Street said that several major states on the East Coast and in the Midwest are experiencing severe logistical disruptions due to the snowstorm, with many affluent neighborhoods experiencing gas and supermarket supply disruptions."

"Those tycoons who usually flaunt their power in clubs are now shivering in their unheated villas, wearing several layers of fur coats."

This is the sense of class superiority that comes with being in a top-tier safe haven.

In this secluded estate known as the "Titan Oasis".

The geothermal system can provide energy for hundreds of years, and the super-large greenhouse produces the world's finest fruits and vegetables every day.

The cold storage was filled with marbled beef that could last for several years.

If Chen An were willing, even if Earth experienced a mini ice age, he could still live a life of extravagance here with his group of beautiful confidantes.