Ming was banned from the internet.

Without seeing Ming's cute little figure in the game, Susan felt very lonely—now there was no one to revive her when she died in the game. Vivian was from a combat race and didn't have the ability to revive others, Nai Shawn was too lazy to revive a teammate like her, and Victor Feng... oh, he was the kind of person who would smile when she died and say, 'Died again? Why don't you warm up the bed first?'

In short! Without Ming, what's the point of playing the game!

However, if she couldn't see him in the game, she could still meet him in person! So Susan enthusiastically invited Ming's family.

Coincidentally, Nai Shawn's company was about to start a new collaboration with FenTech, so it was only natural for the heads of both companies to visit each other. Nai Shawn gladly accepted the invitation and brought his wife and child to City S again.

Susan Shan was very excited to prepare for the arrival of Vivian's family.

First, what to eat.

'Sichuan cuisine,' Victor Feng decided without looking up from his financial magazine on the sofa.

Susan stopped spinning around, 'Do they like spicy food?'

'Yes,' Victor Feng said calmly, 'From what I know about our partner, Mr. Shawn especially likes it.'

'Oh, okay, then let's have Sichuan cuisine for three days, extra spicy!' Susan decided boldly.

Next, what activities to arrange.

'I'll handle this,' Victor Feng squinted as he listed his favorite sports: swimming, tennis, billiards...

He couldn't beat them in the game, but could he lose in real-life PK?

Mr. Feng chuckled coldly to himself, sharpening his metaphorical knives.

Finally, and most importantly, Susan was troubled as she watched the two kids crawling around on the carpet at Victor Feng's feet. She casually picked up one with a bow.

'What should our kids wear when they meet Ming?'

The Feng Family twins, named Cole Feng and Stella Feng, were still in their crawling phase.

Susan never gave up on Ming. The first meeting... oh no, the first date was too important. Even though her daughter couldn't walk yet, it didn't matter...

Even if they were still crawling, she wanted Ming to remember them for ten years!

So on the day of the pickup, Susan got up early to dress her daughter.

A bunny outfit? Would that be too obvious?

A tiger outfit? No, it might imply she'd become a tigress.

A turtle outfit?

That seemed a bit too outlandish...

In the end, Victor Feng couldn't stand it anymore and took their poor daughter, who had been dressed up pitifully, and put her in a simple dress before heading out.

To show respect for their partner, Victor Feng personally drove to the airport to pick them up. Unfortunately, the plane was delayed, so Victor Feng had to wait with his wife and child in a café.

Susan held her milk tea, nostalgically looking at the café.

'I remember once waiting for you here, and I fell asleep. When I woke up, you were sitting across from me drinking coffee.'

Victor Feng was now sitting across from her, still as elegant and handsome as ever, more dignified than a few years ago—if not for the chubby baby on his lap sucking his fingers...

'Hmm.' Victor Feng put down his coffee cup and slightly raised his hand, revealing the black gemstone cufflinks on his white shirt sleeves. 'Your cufflinks, I happened to use this pair today.'

Susan made a face at him.

Victor Feng glanced at his watch, about to say something when his expression changed. He looked down to see his precious son innocently biting his finger.

Two hours later, Nai Shawn's family finally arrived.

'Mr. Feng.' Nai Shawn remained as refined as ever, holding a child in one arm and extending a friendly hand.

'Mr. Shawn.' Victor Feng, with a darkened face, held a child in one hand and politely shook hands.

Meanwhile, Susan had already rushed to Ming, 'Ming.'

'Auntie Susan.' Ming greeted politely.

'Ming, you still remember Auntie?' Although they often played online games together, it had been a while since they met in real life.

'I remember.' The little face nodded seriously.

Susan was instantly charmed, 'Come, come, come home with Auntie.'

Susan decisively handed her daughter to Vivian and took Ming's little hand.

On the way home, Mr. Feng drove, Nai Shawn sat in the front passenger seat, and Vivian and Susan sat in the back.

Vivian quietly asked Susan, 'What's up with your Boss? His face seems off.'

Susan grinned mischievously, 'The diaper on Junior wasn't put on properly, and he went to the restroom to change it, but Junior peed all over him...'

Vivian burst out laughing.

The driver, Feng, immediately cleared his throat.

Susan quickly put away her gloating smile and defended her husband, pretending to scorn Vivian, 'What's so funny? Hasn't your Great God been peed on by the kids?'

Vivian regretfully said, 'No.'

Susan was shocked, 'Ah, how did he manage that!'

What was with that tone of admiration? If he weren't driving, Victor Feng would have wanted to pull his wife over for a good lecture. Nai Shawn, sitting next to him, glanced at him and, with a slight smile, said to the back, 'Vivian, enough is enough.'

'Oh!' Vivian immediately complied.

The car was silent for a moment before Victor Feng spoke slowly, 'Mr. Shawn is indeed in the tech field, even skilled at changing diapers.'

'You're too kind,' Nai Shawn said lightly, 'Though I'm younger than Mr. Feng, I've been a father for a few more years, so I have a bit more experience.'

Victor Feng: '...'

Vivian: Why does your Great God always have such a way with words...

Susan sympathetically changed the subject, happily discussing their plans with Vivian.

'Victor Feng said you like spicy food, so I specially hired a chef skilled in Sichuan cuisine. We'll have Sichuan food for the next few days, guaranteed to be spicy and varied!'

Vivian: '...Ah?'

...But the Great God can't eat spicy food at all.

Nai Shawn coughed, 'Mr. Feng?'

Mr. Feng calmly replied, 'Mr. Shawn, no need to be polite. We must fulfill our duties as hosts. After dinner, you can rest, and then we can play some chess. If there's time, we can play some ball, or my pool is quite nice.'

Nai Shawn immediately understood and smiled, 'Mr. Feng, if you're interested, I'm happy to join.'

Vivian, who understood the exchange, was speechless, while Susan, who didn't, was worried, 'If you play ball in the afternoon, you'll have to go to the court. What about the kids? Looks like we'll need someone to watch them.'

'That's true,' Vivian chimed in, 'Our two can already take care of themselves, but your two...'

'No need to trouble yourself,' Nai Shawn called out, 'Ming.'

Sitting between his mom and Auntie Susan, holding his brother's bottle, Ming looked up at his dad.

His dad casually instructed, 'Take care of Uncle's little brother and sister for the next few days.'

Susan Shan felt her worldview shatter. 'Is this really okay?'

At the court, Susan held a tennis racket, looking at the beautifully laid picnic blanket on the grass. Her two kids were properly placed on the blanket, surrounded by various baby supplies.

Bottles, formula, diapers, and so on...

'Are we really going to play and leave everything to Ming?'

'He's six years old,' said the Great God matter-of-factly. Then he took his racket and left.

Vivian patted Ming's head, 'Mom will be back soon.'

Ming nodded.

Victor Feng looked at Ming and suddenly felt at ease, heading to the court, 'Susan, let's go.'

Ah? They really just left like that!

Susan watched the three of them leave without looking back. Vivian, are you really okay just following your Great God like that?

'Ming, can you really handle this?'

Ming looked at the three little ones on the blanket, the two round and chubby ones blinking their big eyes at him, then at his brother Moon with the bottle, and suddenly felt a bit troubled—he had to take care of three at once...

He waved his little hand at Susan, 'Goodbye, Auntie.'

'...Goodbye.'

Susan reluctantly dragged her racket away.

Five days later, after several rounds of PK, the results between Victor Feng and Nai Shawn were as follows.

Tennis singles, the Boss won. Doubles with wives, the Boss lost miserably.

Swimming... the pre-match conversation went like this:

Nai Shawn: 'Mr. Feng, if I win this round, how about we change the cuisine tomorrow?'

Victor Feng: 'I'm afraid Mr. Shawn won't be able to.'

A few minutes later, Nai Shawn emerged from the pool, took a towel to wipe the water off, and said calmly, 'Cantonese cuisine, then.'

Basketball, the Great God won.

Golf, the Boss won.

Go, they were evenly matched.

Ignoring the fact that he lost miserably in doubles with his wife, Victor Feng felt that overall, he seemed to have won a bit more. So on the sixth day, Mr. Feng, who hadn't had time to discuss business, sent Nai Shawn's family off with a mix of satisfaction and reluctance.

Watching their family of four walk into the security checkpoint, Victor Feng suddenly spoke.

'Your idea is not bad.'

Susan looked at him, puzzled, 'What idea?'

'About having them marry into our family, I think Mingtson Shawn would be a good choice.' Victor Feng concluded with great satisfaction.

Author's Note:

Although Boss has set his sights on Master's Ming as a son-in-law, the author has already thought about it. If I write about the next generation 20 years later, it might be called 'Ming Yue Cong Xing' →_→