Chapter 195: Father, I Can Be Like You Now!

Chapter 195: Father, I Can Be Like You Now!

Mei smiled warmly at Ken and Victoria, stepping forward to pull the heavy passenger door fully open for my exit.

The moment Hinata and I stepped out onto the driveway, Mercy shifted the gears to go park the massive luxury limousine in the secure rear courtyard, preparing to come join us inside the residence within a few minutes.

With Hinata and Mei trailing respectfully behind my heels, I looked up to see my young boy Ken standing rigidly on the stone steps, attempting to act all grown up like the future Head of the powerful Long Clan should.

Entirely unknown to his innocent mind, Victoria merely stood behind his shoulder, smiling down at her big boy as he desperately tried his absolute best to impress my position.

I came to a halt right in front of Ken, a slight smile breaking across my face as I looked down at his tiny frame. "Hmm? Your mother says you have been a good boy," I murmured, resting a hand on my hip. "Do you want to hold my hand and walk, or do you want me to pick you up?"

Ken's dark eyes swam with intense calculation as he mulled over the critical decision, his tiny head turning back toward Victoria until she gave him a reassuring nod of permission.

A pair of adorable dimples broke through his chubby cheeks, and he eagerly thrust both of his small arms straight up into the air toward my chest. "I am almost 3 so it is okay to pick me up, I think?" Ken reasoned in a small, hopeful voice.

I chuckled softly and scooped my young boy up into the air, cradling his weight securely against my left arm before reaching out with my right hand to wrap firmly around Victoria's slender waist. I leaned in to plant a warm, affectionate kiss directly onto both of their cheeks in rapid succession, prompting a bright smile from my first wife.

"My two men, and ladies, let us go to the living room for our date," Victoria announced smoothly, her eyes sweeping over our small gathering.

Mercy rejoined our group at that exact second, and our group of six walked through the grand double doors while Victoria's personal house guards and uniform maids filed in silently behind us.

We assembled inside the expansive family living room to wait for the kitchen staff to finish preparing our early lunch spread, the morning broadcast playing quietly across a large monitor.

Victoria and I settled onto the plush central sofa, our attention tracking the rapid shifts of the local corporate business news. Hinata retreated to a quiet corner of the room, sitting cross-legged inside a single-person leather armchair while slowly sipping a steaming cup of premium green tea. Mercy and Mei gathered near the back servants table to monitor the perimeter, casually sharing a plate of sweet cookies and drinking black tea while keeping their ears open.

Victoria leaned her weight heavily into my left shoulder, her fingers locking around my arm as I kept my hand secure around her waist, completely indifferent to what the domestic staff thought about the display of affection. The two of us watched Ken spread his tools across the carpet directly in front of my knees, the toddler eagerly pointing to the screen of his simplified children's computer.

He began explaining the basic operating mechanics to my face as if I were far too old and out-of-touch to comprehend modern technology, prompting me to simply nod along and let him play make-believe since the exercise was fantastic for his expanding imagination.

Victoria verified that Ken was completely too absorbed in his technical presentation to notice our movements, turning her head to plant a sudden, passionate kiss against my lips. She pulled back with a playful, highly mischievous grin, her fingers tracing the collar of my business suit as she broached a corporate matter. "So, you are having your board meeting later," Victoria murmured, a teasing note texturing her tone. "And how are you going to handle your eager CEO?"

"Can I fire her?" I grumbled, rolling my eyes in slight annoyance. "Her actions this last year have really made me question her brain?"

"Rick, be honest, do you really want to fire her for her actions?" Victoria countered, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. "Sometimes, women are just confused, and realize they want something they were missing."

She shifted her position, resting her chin comfortably against my chest as she defended the executive's record. "I have lots of CEOs I want to fire, but she is not one you really want to fire, right?" my wife reasoned gently. "I know I would be a bit sad if you canned her."

She reached up to smooth down my tie, her gaze steady and full of corporate intelligence. "She really is great at her position, and she is loyal to you, so just let her be happy," Victoria advised with a small shrug. "Just ignore her till you can't, fufu."

I squinted my eyes down at my main wife, observing her expression to see if she was actively making fun of my executive frustrations.

Her lips curved into a sharp, knowing smile, and she tilted her head to deliver a follow-up question regarding our entertainment division. "What is surprising to me is why you are keeping Pam Sun," Victoria noted, her voice dropping into a quiet murmur. "I thought when you took over, she was the first to get a pink slip?"

I rubbed the bridge of my nose, a dark spark of pure mischief flashing behind my eyes as I leaned closer to her ear. "Well, I almost did, but..." I explained, keeping my voice down so the servants couldn't capture the details. "She really is good at the position when her son is not involved."

I checked the doorway before revealing the hidden leverage I held over the Sun family. "So when I gave her the ultimatum to replace Sam with Ana on Entertainment Tonight, while keeping her Harem-Feud job, and choosing which Sun got a pink slip, she reluctantly fired Sam from SEG," I whispered. "But the real reason she fired him and is loyal to me?"

I bared my teeth in a cold, calculating smirk as I laid out the medical reality. "I have verified medical proof that Sam is completely sterile," I revealed with a low chuckle. "Sure, he can still shoot his little pee shooter, but only blanks come out, he-he."

I tapped my fingers against my knee, mapping out the social destruction of the rival house. "So if that news ever got out to the public, she would instantly lose her high-ranking Head position within the Sun family council," I added.

Victoria shook her head slowly, a faint look of pity crossing her face for how thoroughly Pam had ruined her own leverage by trying to provoke my wrath.

Everything had played out exactly as I predicted during the high-profile production of our second cinematic movie; Ling Ling had eventually faked a medical miscarriage to systematically hide the reality that she was never truly pregnant with Sam's biological child. But since both individuals were still remarkably young, they were currently telling the outside world that they were simply waiting a few years to build a family. In the meantime, Sam was completely restricted to playing with his private house maid, entirely unable to make love to outside women or marry alternative suitors because any deviation would cause his secret to be instantly leaked by a ruthless scumbag like myself.

On the television monitor, a business reporter shifted the broadcast to cover an interview with a high-ranking executive from my tech conglomerate, prompting Victoria to reach for the remote and turn up the volume.

[Mr Renaldo, could you tell us about the new satellite the Velvet Group sent up last week?] the anchor asked, adjusting her earpiece.

Alex flashed his signature, charming smile toward the camera, speaking into the microphone with absolute, effortless professional smoothness. [Well Miss Chi, our Floppy Tech in conjunction with our parent company the Velvet Group put into orbit a new communications satellite, for global satellite smartphone and internet access,] Alex reported confidently.

He leaned into the frame, his expression hardening with a clear, warning note aimed directly at our regional competitors. [But what makes this satellite special is that it has special laser reflective panels, so it cannot be shot down by my stolen Star Wars satellite, like what happened 3 long years ago,] he explained. [In the next two years, we will send up our improved Star Wars, to counteract China Empires, so there will no longer be any fear of another global crisis.]

The reporter nodded in agreement, consulting her tablet before pressing for details regarding our newly restructured management hierarchy.

[It seems your Floppy Tech was recently bought out by Velvet Group and its new aggressive CEO, Rick Tang,] she noted. [How does it feel to work for your once rival in Martial Arts? I heard you two are actually friends in real life behind the scenes?]

Alex let out a warm, genuine laugh, waving a hand to dismiss the old competitive rivalry. [Well, Rick has a brilliant business wife, and she was his teacher, so of course he is doing well with her backing,] Alex answered smoothly. [He bought out my company at a very good price, so I am more than happy to work with my personal friend.]

He offered a brief, respectful nod toward the camera to seal the public narrative. [In fact, he is the godfather of my 4 kids with my two wives,] he added.

[There you have it, Paul, the words straight from Alex Renaldo's mouth, back to you,] the reporter concluded as the feed cut back to the main studio.

Victoria immediately lowered the volume back to a dull murmur, turning her head to offer a smart evaluation of our public relations strategy. "You're right, for the next couple of years, it is better to make all of your success land on my credits rather than you," Victoria murmured, her eyes gleaming with tactical brilliance. "This way you won't look as suspicious to the public."

She squeezed my hand, her thoughts drifting back to the violent day of the high-stakes purge. "Alex was lucky you saved his life that day..." she added softly.

I nodded in silence, remembering the chaotic timeline perfectly because I had been fully aware of the extreme danger he faced. Merely two minutes after Scott's execution squad had vacated the conflict site, the advanced emergency ambulance I had pre-emptively dialed had already secured his body, fully stocked with his exact rare blood type.

Well, to be completely accurate, I had ensured they also carried Hope's blood type inside the vehicle supplies, primarily because I had no way of knowing which specific target was going to end up taking the bullets.

When Alex and Hope had later witnessed me walking calmly into their secure hospital recovery room following his emergency surgery to verify his stabilization, they were thoroughly spooked. They instantly understood the terrifying logistics required for paramedics to complete a standard thirty-minute metropolitan trip in under two minutes flat. Even Hope had collapsed into breathless tears right there by the bedside, weeping as she offered me a deep apology after almost losing Alex to the ambush.

Little Ken suddenly snapped out of his digital trance, looking up from his colorful screen to lock his bright blue eyes onto my face. "Father, mother said you are really good at computers, is it true?" the boy asked, his voice full of toddler wonder.

"Sit with me, and hand me your computer, let's find out?" I responded, patting the leather cushion beside my thigh.

With his eyes completely lighting up with excitement, he immediately scrambled onto the sofa and hoisted the plastic device into my lap.

I evaluated the simplified interface setup of the children's hardware, instantly throwing my Grandmaster Computer Use skill into full, aggressive action. I certainly intended to thoroughly impress the boy, or rather, properly demonstrate to Ken exactly what a master of the craft could achieve.

Tap Tap Tap! My fingers flew across the keyboard in a blurring, rhythmic sequence of commands, causing Ken's little eyes to open incredibly wide as he witnessed genuine technical execution. The display left a permanent impression on his mind, mapping out the real summit of digital skill that he would one day try to accomplish himself.

I quickly bypassed the restrictions to sign his device up to the secure public children's section of the global Harem-Chat network, which represented one of our company's latest software features. With the new routing protocols active, whenever Ken logged into the server to talk, any of my available wives could immediately respond to his messages in real-time.

I also took the liberty of installing a high-grade security firewall to ensure his localized system was completely protected from external malicious hackers. I had absolutely zero intention of letting internet crooks monitor what my biological child was doing online. Furthermore, I configured his personal Valentine application to run an advanced background filter, blocking his browser from rendering any mature content that he shouldn't be seeing on the internet.

The customized script went significantly deeper than the standard parental controls that his child's computer already utilized out of the box. When I finally handed the modified hardware back into his small hands, I carefully explained the new messaging layout to both him and Victoria. With these updates active, Ken could now seamlessly initialize a private communication line with either his mother or me through our dedicated Family Chat channel inside the core Harem-Chat framework.

Yeah, my Harem-Chat application had officially become world-famous during our first university New Year's celebration. That was the exact moment when all stolen, un-sanitized copies of the Valentine software across the globe suddenly triggered their built-in security protocols, transforming into highly hostile counter-intelligence programs. The rogue AI units had systematically pillaged and deleted the world's unsecured corporate information networks, storing the massive cache of data inside my private servers.

When the international community tried to legally blame my technology firm and attempted to drag our corporate legal team into local and international courts, the entire case was thrown out within days. Because the hackers had stolen the software without authorization, the protective self-defense code built into the framework had never been updated by the original creators. Consequently, the corporate thieves didn't possess a single legal leg to stand on inside a courtroom, resulting in a monumental legal victory for our enterprise. Even the arrogant Central Li faction had suffered catastrophic data losses during that massive digital counter-attack.

Now, absolutely no one in the global underworld possessed the balls to attempt to steal a copy of Valentine, treating the software as if it were a lethal computer STD.

While Ken eagerly sent out a sequence of test chats to the active family channel, a bright, happy smile broke across his face as he looked up at me. "Father, now I can be like you with this computer, right?" he cheered, clutching the device tightly.

"Only if you stay a good boy, and listen to everything your mother tells you," I replied, leaning down to look him straight in the eyes. "Then, and only then, can you become great at computers, can you do that my son?"

"Yes father!" Ken shouted back with absolute discipline, nodding his head firmly.

And with that final agreement locked in, our early afternoon lunch was thoroughly enjoyed by our small, peaceful family.

Mei stepped forward to keep little Ken thoroughly busy for a minute, allowing Victoria and me to share a final, deeply intimate embrace near the edge of the stone terrace.

After she was completely satisfied and had made absolutely certain that I would be coming over in a couple of nights for our next scheduled sleepover, our group finally loaded back into the vehicle to head out for the Tang Estate.

Following a remarkably short ten-minute drive down the quiet suburban avenues, we pulled smoothly into the grand entrance of the primary Tang Clan Estate.

We made our way directly toward the sweeping front double doors, where every single uniform maid and perimeter security guard brought their hands up to bow to me with immense, unyielding respect. They recognized my position not only as a true, biologically verified member of the Tang bloodline, but as the supreme Head's actual husband within the household hierarchy.

My eyes simply could not help but always glance at the massive tiger statue in the courtyard every single time I arrived at this specific property. Helen and I had specifically chosen to modify this historical monument to perfectly represent the unique dynamic of our own growing family. To successfully have two young boys as your primary offspring was an exceptionally rare sight in the upper echelons of society, representing a massive stroke of good fortune for noble houses.

Following the successful completion of my second year at Star University and Helen's formal graduation, Uncle Anthony had officially chosen to retire from the active political arena. He permanently packed up his things and relocated directly to the remote Black State, settling into a peaceful life where Kim and her respective children currently reside.

We still make a point to travel out and visit his household twice every single year, but he has essentially dropped completely off the face of Star City's social hierarchy, a quiet withdrawal that is entirely common for former Clan Heads.

Reflecting back on our initial marriage arrangement, it was an incredibly good thing that Helen hadn't been actively pregnant at the exact time our contract was finalized. Because the second she was brought into the heavily sealed vault room and found out the absolute, unfiltered truth regarding my true identity, she completely fainted onto the carpet from the sheer shock of the information. Thankfully, Anthony was standing right beside her position to carefully talk her through the terrifying truth of information she had just learned regarding my capabilities.

Well, when an ordinary person suddenly finds out that something equivalent to the mythical Loch Ness Monster is completely real and just living a chill, casual life in your city, you tend to freak out completely.

She managed to play it completely cool until the designated Central Government lawyer finally left the estate, but the exact second the doors sealed, she ran straight into my arms, weeping with intense worry for my survival.

All of the brutal beatings, public humiliations, and complex events of my early past suddenly made perfect strategic sense to her mind, including the tragic historical timeline that had claimed both my biological father and mother.

Helen and Victoria became exceptionally close, deeply bonded friends immediately following that fateful afternoon, primarily because very few individuals within the entire nation of Eurasia were legally permitted to hold information regarding my existence.

I do believe with absolute certainty that Helen began loving me twice as hard after that specific day concluded. She finally possessed the clarity to understand exactly why her father had historically been extra angry at any local aristocrats who attempted to bully me due to my low social status.

Oh, and as a beautiful bonus to the entire marriage arrangement, I did officially receive ownership of the entire Big Burger corporation as her personal wedding gift to me.

I stepped smoothly into Helen's massive private executive office, noting the large, high-end children's playpen stationed right beside her mahogany desk.

The two elite Master-level personal bodyguards, Paul and Mike, immediately came to absolute attention and bowed deeply toward my position as I crossed the threshold. "Master Tang, now that you are here, we will take a break until your visit is done, please call us," Paul announced respectfully, gesturing toward the secure side exit.

Yes, even though Helen remained the actual, legally recognized Head of the entire territory, because of who I truly was before the changeover and my active marriage to her, I was treated within the walls of the home as the real master of the house. But to all outside political groups and visiting dignitaries, the public optics clearly maintained the narrative that Helen was entirely in supreme charge of the operation.

The exact second the heavy office doors clicked shut to leave us alone with only our trusted people, Helen completely abandoned her stiff, noble-lady posture. She sprinted out from behind her paperwork, lunging forward to throw her arms aggressively around my neck like a completely unhinged, creepy stalker.

The moment our deep, breathless kiss finally concluded, a thoroughly stupid, blissfully happy smile spread across her face as she looked up into my eyes. "Did you miss me, darling? Oh, and the little cubs, fufu?" Helen purred, her fingers tracing the back of my neck.

Our oldest boy, Mike, was currently a bit over one year old, while our youngest, Ray, was still only six months old. Well, okay, I admit I lied a bit to the public back then; she had actually managed to get pregnant a short time before we officially got married, though her belly was still remarkably tiny during the winter ceremony.

As I opened my mouth to deliver a response to her greeting, I glanced past her shoulder to see Mercy gently picking up young Ray from his cushion, while Mei was already on her knees playing a game with Mike.

"Why would I not miss the three of you? Especially my frisky tigress?!" I whispered directly into her ear, leaning down just enough to ensure the suggestive words made her cheeks flush a brilliant shade of crimson.

Much like Nadia's intense sexual inclinations, Helen had essentially transformed into a complete nymphomaniac for my touch during both of her consecutive pregnancies. But even to this very day, during the designated nights that I travel over to stay at her estate, she absolutely refuses to let me secure a single hour of sleep.

Thankfully, we have formally agreed that we are not having any more children in the future, meaning we can now just focus on making love for our own pleasure instead of acting like every encounter is a critical biological mission.

If Helen's natural sex drive is truly an accurate reflection of my own birth mother's personality, I can now fully understand why my father might have chosen to never establish a massive harem. The sheer sexual drive of a high-born Tang lady is completely crazy to manage over the long term.

"Stop it you naughty boy, now come sit on the couch with me, oh and hello sister Hinata," Helen panted softly, swatting my shoulder playfully before guiding me toward the leather sofa.

Hinata remained entirely quiet and reserved around others, so she merely offered a brief, polite nod of her head before closing her eyes to wait patiently near the window. Helen was completely accustomed to her stoic martial habits, choosing to simply wrap her arms securely around my chest and drift off into a rapid afternoon nap right in my embrace.

Yeah, the two of us didn't even bother to exchange a sequence of conversation; she was simply so thoroughly exhausted from her clan duties that she relaxed completely the moment she knew the kids were safe and her husband was holding her close. This specific dynamic represented the exact type of deep, intuitive marriage the two of us had naturally cultivated over the years, tending to just hold one another in silence so I could allow her over-stimulated brain to calm down.

Operating as the active Head of a major aristocratic family was a grueling, full-time corporate job that was incredibly draining on a mental level. This pressing administrative reality served as the primary reason why my various wives had all strategically moved their private residences incredibly close to their respective main family estates, allowing them to rapidly handle localized clan affairs and sudden elder meetings.

Back when the entire household lived together inside the Garden Estates compound, the arrangement was incredibly nice for our personal relationships and allowed the young children to play together daily. However, the suburban location proved to be highly inconvenient whenever we needed to quickly host formal strategy meetings or greet visiting clan elders and side-branch leaders.

So for the duration of a quiet hour, I simply sat motionless on the sofa holding my beautiful angel, while Mercy and Mei flawlessly executed their duties to keep my young boys thoroughly entertained and quiet.

Soon, the clock on the office wall signaled that my scheduled afternoon board meeting with my expansive lineup of company CEOs and my primary headache was rapidly approaching. No, I don't mean to imply that I actively hate that specific individual, but every single time I am forced to interact with her, a thoroughly complicated mixture of emotions stirs in my chest. The rash, incredibly volatile actions she had executed during our university days had left a permanent scar on my perception of her judgment, sigh.

I leaned my head down to gently kiss my sleeping beauty awake, waiting until her long lashes fluttered open before whispering my departure timeline directly into her ear. "My wife, I need to go to my meeting, but I will see you in another couple of days and stay the night, okay?" I murmured.

She stretched her limbs luxuriously across my lap like a lazy house cat, or rather, a thoroughly satisfied tigress, before offering a happy nod of agreement.

The brief afternoon nap had clearly functioned as the single best, most refreshing period of sleep she had managed to secure over the course of a hectic week. "Good, now go make me proud, just kiss the boys before you leave, fufu," Helen smiled warmly, adjusting her rumpled dress as she stood up.

With that final instruction locked in, I quietly leaned over to plant a soft kiss onto the cheeks of my two baby boys before our group stealthily vacated the quiet office suite.

Helen looked incredibly happy and grounded as she watched us leave, well, at least until her eyes traveled down to the massive, towering stack of unread corporate paperwork still waiting on her desk.

Within minutes, the white luxury limousine was cruising smoothly toward the downtown financial district to deliver me to the formal board meeting with the various CEOs operating under my brand.

James had been incredibly nervous about embedding himself into such a massive, high-powered group of globally recognized financial titans and corporate leaders. However, he had performed exceptionally well over the course of his intensive executive internship, proving to my satisfaction that within a single year he would function as my highly reliable right hand in the business empire.

Ding! The sharp, chime of my smartphone echoed through the quiet rear compartment, and I looked down to see a sequence of bright heart emojis flashing across the interface screen.

The encrypted message read exactly: [♥♥♥During the meeting, please think of me!♥♥♥ Oh, and I am wearing black silk undergarments. Do you want to see?♥♥♥]

I simply stared blankly at the text on the glass screen, intentionally choosing to leave the text completely un-replied for the moment. I was intimately aware that if I offered even a single syllable of direct acknowledgement, her behavior would instantly escalate into an unmanageable wave of teasing text blocks, sigh.

Hinata slowly opened her eyes from her corner perch, tracking the look of frozen daze on my face as I stared helplessly at the smartphone. "You better at least reply, or it will get worse..." Hinata remarked dryly, her voice dripping with an ironic appreciation for my harem complications.

Fine, I conceded internally, realizing her tactical evaluation was entirely correct; I needed to deliver a completely neutral, professional response to stall her advances.

I tapped the keys rapidly to input a sterile corporate reply: [Harem-Fan: Good to see you energetic Gretta, so let's have a productive meeting.]

The response from her side was almost instantaneous, the notification flashing across my screen within three seconds flat.

[Harem-Fan's Fan: Boss, thanks for not ghosting me this time♥, lol. I will be good, I promise♥, bye.]

I quickly slid the smartphone deep into my interior suit pocket, raising a gloved hand to wipe a sudden layer of nervous sweat directly off my forehead as the limousine approached the Velvet Tower.