2nd January, 2026.
The sun had already begun its descent, casting a warm amber hue across the rooftops of Shanghai. Shadows stretched long and thin across the villa grounds, while the last rays of twilight slanted in through the windows, painting gold across polished floors and silky curtains.
After landing, instead of taking the women to their respective homes, Wang Xiao made a single, silent decision, he dumped all three at his own villa.
And then left again.
Not a word of explanation, no glance backward... Just gone.
Everyone stood still for a moment, staring after the door that had closed behind him.
More women?
More children?
Again?
The villa, already teetering on the edge of explosion, now housed a small kingdom. Three stories of luxury, dozens of rooms, and too many secrets.
Fortunately, it was large enough.
Just barely.
"...?"
As the door clicked shut, Xinyue Zhilan let out a heavy sigh. She was already numb to it.
