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His father, Lu Mingyu, had no idea what fit had taken him. He showed up at Lu Yuan's home with a bottle of liquor and insisted on "bonding" with him. Middle-aged men had troubles bottled up inside—who could they talk to? He looked around in confusion and found no one else. It had to be his good eldest son!

What could Lu Yuan do? No matter how annoyed he usually was with his father, he couldn't exactly throw the old man out at a time like this.

He could only apologize to Li Zhikong. "Don't worry, an hour at most. Even if I don't throw him out, with how packed his schedule is, it'll be a miracle if he can spare an hour for our fragile father-son relationship."

Li Zhikong, who had already gone out.

He couldn't make himself seem too eager, so he replied, "Just as well, I haven't left yet. Let me know when you're done over there~ P.S. What kind of liquor is it? Is it good? An empty apology isn't sincere. You'll have to drink a few glasses with me later too~"

Lu Yuan smiled. "All right."

Lu Mingyu had been watching coldly for quite a while. Gritting his teeth at the sweetness of it all, he said, "Who are you texting? Are you dating someone?"

Did what he had with that little horny rabbit count as dating?

Lu Yuan didn't know what feeling rose in his chest. Blushing shyly, he shook his head. "No. But you—did your company go bankrupt or something? Why aren't you working in broad daylight, and instead dragging me out for drinks?"

Lu Mingyu snorted. No? Then why the hell was his face red? A grown man over six feet tall putting on the airs of a bashful young girl—he could barely stand to look at it.

"It has nothing to do with the company. That's not what I'm troubled about."

If it had nothing to do with the company, then it had something to do with his complicated harem, huh?

Lu Yuan couldn't even be bothered to ask. It was revolting enough as it was. "That liquor you brought... damn, you're really willing to part with it. Isn't this the prized bottle you struggled to win at auction a few years ago? Usually, you keep it locked in a safe and won't even let anyone smell it. And today you're actually willing to drink it?"

Lu Yuan was instinctively wary of his bastard father. Lu Mingyu wouldn't hurt him, but he might dig a pit for him, wait for him to fall in, then crouch beside it and laugh his head off. That had been the way they got along since Lu Yuan was little. He was used to it.

But at the sight of that liquor, Lu Yuan relaxed halfway.

As a seasoned liquor enthusiast, even if his father wanted to trick him, he wouldn't bear to use such good bait. It was too wasteful—hurting the enemy for eight hundred while losing a thousand himself. Lu Yuan hadn't messed with him lately either. There was no reason for it.

Still, better safe than sorry. Lu Yuan watched his father open the bottle with his own eyes, watched him pour the liquor into two clean glasses, and watched him take a big gulp first...

Lu Mingyu was so irritated by the suspicious little brat that he laughed. "Can people have even a shred of basic trust between them? I'm your biological father. Would I poison you?"

"You never know," Lu Yuan sneered. "So what if you're my biological father? There are plenty of trash fathers willing to poison their own sons. It's not like you lack filial descendants."

"I was fucking wasting good liquor on you!" Lu Mingyu slapped the table with a loud bang, leaning forward as if to snatch the glass back. "Give it back! You don't get any!"

"Hah, give it back my ass. Too late!" Lu Yuan tipped back his head and drained it in one gulp.

"Well? Was it worth a million?" Lu Mingyu burst out laughing.

Lu Yuan frowned. "It tasted pretty average to me. You didn't get scammed, did you? It'd be fine for a few tens of thousands, but a million is just fleecing idiots."

Lu Mingyu merely smiled without answering. If the brat's tongue weren't so damn sensitive, he wouldn't have needed to go to such lengths to dig this pit.

The liquor was obviously not worth a million. He had already drunk the liquor that was truly worth a million; all he had left was the bottle. He had hired an incredible counterfeiter to refill it, and naturally, it had been laced with something—the latest aphrodisiac on the market. It was harmless, colorless, and tasteless. The reason it hadn't sold like wildfire after being developed was partly because it was expensive to make, but mainly because it had one fatal flaw—

This stuff could barely improve "performance." What it enhanced was the "experience."

In plain language, if you had erectile dysfunction, premature ejaculation, or were limp and weak, this drug wouldn't make you stand up. You'd still be exactly as you were. It provided no boost to your offensive capabilities.

But it could make you feel better.

Lu Mingyu had used it a few times himself, and its effects had left him utterly amazed. How else could technology change the world? He had to admit it~

The purpose of drugging the brat was simple. He wanted to see whether that little bastard... could actually perform.

Chapter 26 ◇

◎You bastard, how could you do this to me?◎

Lu Mingyu and Lu Yuan finished the whole bottle between them, glass by glass.

Since the drug was harmless, it took effect very gradually. It felt like they had just soaked in a hot spring—pleasantly dazed, while their blood and energy surged. They were both men, after all, so naturally they wanted to do something.

Though Lu Mingyu was already past fifty, his libido had always been strong. He took good care of himself, and his body was even better than that of office drones in their prime, so he reacted quickly.

As a shameless old man who kept a harem in modern society, Lu Mingyu might have dug the pit, but he had no intention of burying himself in it alongside his good eldest son. He had women prepared long ago—plump or slender, every one of them a top-tier beauty. Lu Yuan could pick whichever type he liked, or even choose a few more. In any case, he certainly wouldn't let his proudest eldest son be deprived.

That was killing two birds with one stone: verifying whether Lu Yuan could perform, while also letting him taste the pleasures of women and steer back from the wrong path.

Everything had been progressing smoothly.

According to the plan, it was time to let the beauties waiting outside make their entrance.

But even after he gave the signal, Lu Mingyu suddenly fell silent. It was as though someone had dumped a bucket of cold water over his head. The heat in his body faded somewhat as he stared silently at his good eldest son, his expression impossibly complicated.

Lu Yuan had no reaction.

How could he have no reaction?

He shouldn't have had no reaction!

The little bastard sat across from him, calm as could be. There was only the slightest movement in the crucial area, clearly still dormant, and his face wasn't even a little red.

And what truly drove Lu Mingyu to despair came afterward. Lu Yuan, who had no reaction, casually glanced over and happened to see him standing proudly at attention... and just like that, the face that hadn't turned red went straight green.

What was that supposed to mean?