Deng Stinky Treasure

"Recently, we're planning to send a group of people to Mars to investigate Martian civilization. We need a reliable captain. Are you going?" A message from Wang De.

"No." Chen Zhao could not even be bothered to type a period.

"Why not?" Wang De asked again.

"Busy," Chen Zhao replied.

"Busy with what? Making money?" Wang De persisted.

"Vulgar! Do you think I'm the kind of person who loves money that much?" Chen Zhao's reply was full of righteous indignation. "I'm busy with a great cause that concerns humanity's prospects and future! I bear a tremendous historical mission; the burden on my shoulders weighs a thousand pounds! I can barely sleep day or night, rise before dawn and rest after dark, all in pursuit of a great goal!"

Wang De was shocked. "That serious? Then go be busy. I'll find someone else."

The night was hazy. The villa windows stood open, and a gentle night breeze drifted into the room.

Deng Zixin lay on the sofa in a black bikini, a fine sheen of sweat covering her fair skin. She looked utterly at ease, like Yang Guifei reclining on her couch.

Chen Zhao sat beside the sofa, patiently peeling lychees for her. Each time he peeled one, he fed it into her mouth, then held out his hand to receive the pit she spat out. The lychees were Zengcheng Gualv, each one costing over ten thousand yuan, cultivated by Chen Zhao in his laboratory. After lying on the sofa for a while, Deng Zixin had already eaten the equivalent of a Tesla.

A prenatal education program was playing on the television, discussing Beethoven. Deng Zixin watched without blinking.

His so-called great cause was really just waiting on a pregnant woman.

Chen Zhao was sweating profusely from the heat, but he