“Xiulan is a celebrity and the public always wants to know what’s happening in her private life,” Jin Liwei said. “I’ve tightened her security but we might not always avoid having the information about her pregnancy leak somehow, especially if there are other people involved. Bringing her in and out of the hospital all the time will only raise more suspicion. If we can have our own private hospital right here at home, we can eliminate this problem.”

“Do you not plan on revealing Xiulan’s pregnancy to the public?” Wang Yingjie asked.

“We’ll eventually do that later in her pregnancy. But right now, my first priority is providing a safe and comfortable place for my pregnant wife. Maybe she’ll even want to give birth right here at home if the hospital wing that I plan on building is equipped well enough.”

“I understand. It sounds like you’ve already made up your mind. I’ll give you some recommendations but you’ll have to start working on it as soon as possible. Xiulan will only be pregnant for less than a year. If you don’t build it on time, she wouldn’t be able to use it.”

“I know. Thanks, Second Brother.”

They discussed Jin Liwei’s plan for a few more minutes before ending the call. He stayed in the living room for another half an hour jotting down some notes for his idea on his tablet. It was only when his back injuries began aching again that he forced himself to stop.

“Good night, Ketchup,” he said on his way back to the bedroom. [This novel is a contracted work with W e b n o v e l . c o m (remove spaces). If you’re not reading this chapter on W e b n o v e l, it has been stolen. It’s very discouraging to see thieves profitting from my hard work. Please read this novel on W e b n o v e l. Thank you! Also follow me on Instagram @arriacross]

“Good night, Daddy! Sweet dreams. Mwah mwah tsup tsup! Meow~”

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The stench of blood clung to Lu Zihao’s clothes when he returned to his group’s hideout in this city. It was an apartment above a small local bakery that he recently acquired. The bakery was one of the many businesses that he obtained the “legal” way by buying it from the original owner. The other not-so-legal ones that he owned were obtained through taking over the businesses operated by the criminal groups that his Shadow Winds wiped out. 

After taking over those “dirty” businesses, he “cleaned” them just enough so that they crossed the line of legality. This was to avoid the authorities’ suspicion as much as possible. Besides, the best cover for criminal activities was a law-abiding, tax-paying and outwardly socially responsible business as a front. He even made it a point to publicly donate to charities, including his sister’s Iris of Hope, to further build up an image of a philanthropic entrepreneur.

The authorities and public servants loved Lu Zihao, grandson of Sir Lu Jianhong, because he was a great supporter of small, local businesses and various charities with urgent needs, not knowing that he was the enigmatic Mr. Z, the leader of the increasingly powerful new group that was wiping out triad groups and gangs all over the country. 

Rumours abound about the mysterious Mr. Z. Many eyewitnesses swore that he was a masked devil. A frightening and brutal demon with no regard for human life. However, those were just rumours. Nobody saw his actual face nor could they remember any distinct details about him.

Back at the apartment above the bakery, Lu Zihao stripped off all his clothing which stunk with fresh blood and sweat. He threw them into the trash can instead of the laundry bin. His subordinates would burn the clothes later.

He stepped under the shower and washed himself clean of all the sweat, dirt and blood (not his own) that he accumulated from the battle he and his group just went through earlier that night. There were a few minor cuts and bruises on his body but nothing too serious.

Nevertheless, the triad group in this area was a lot more skilled, resilient and smarter than the other ones his group had dealt with recently. This was why he decided to step in and take charge. The battle was mostly mind games but as soon as he stepped in, it turned bloody rather quickly. 

They finally completed their mission tonight due to his merciless leadership. However, they finished later than he expected. As a result, he wasn’t able to call Long Jinjing like he planned.

It was already past midnight. She must already be sleeping. He was hoping to have some thrilling phone sex with his woman before retiring for the night but it seemed that he had to wait for another chance to try that with her. 

He stepped out of the shower, dried himself, and wrapped a towel around his waist. Then he grabbed his phone and read a message from Shun reporting that Long Jinjing had already met the female subordinate he assigned to guard her. Shun sent detailed reports about what she did for most of the day. His last report was to inform Lu Zihao that she already went to sleep just before midnight.

There was a moment of hesitation before Lu Zihao made up his mind and sent Long Jinjing a text. He promised to call her but was unable to. The least thing he could do was text her.

“I’ll be back tomorrow. I can’t wait to fuck you.”

Just thinking about her made him hard. He was about to touch himself while fantasizing about her when his phone blacked out before lighting up again and showing a familiar sight.

“Kid,” he said.

“Greetings, Uncle Zihao,” Bacon said, his golden eyes staring at him while his fluffy black tail swished back and forth.

“Why are you here? I thought your mother wouldn’t allow you near me before I agree to talk to her and your father in person. I haven’t decided yet.”

“That is not the reason why I came tonight, Uncle Zihao.”

Lu Zihao raised an eyebrow. But when Bacon started talking, his expression changed. After he heard about what happened to his sister, his fearsome aura exploded out of him.

Fortunately, there was nobody else in the apartment. His subordinates were downstairs in the bakery’s kitchen. As for Bacon, he was an AI and wasn’t the least bit affected by his uncle’s frightening aura.