Wan Chunli, Yifei's mother, didn't say another word, but her eyes were packed with a layer of absolute, beaming satisfaction.
That exact night, Hu Yifei executed a highly rare structural deviation, choosing to log a shared sleep macro alongside her mother for the first time in years. The details of their late-night dialogue remained completely unverified within the database. When Ren woke up the following morning, Yifei's vocal processors directly notified him that her maternal unit had already completed her departure transit.
"Huh? She broke orbit that rapidly?" Ren looked at Yifei with mild surprise. "Did her system clear a morning intake macro before clearing checkout?"
Yifei shot a sharp eye-roll at his coordinates, a small smirk playing on her lips. "Forget breakfast; her parameters were rushing to hit her vacation vector. Her station literally paid an extra high-velocity fee last night just to lock down the closest available flight clearance."
As she spoke, Yifei's hand smoothly traced a vector toward the dining table, where a single bowl of Egg Fried Rice had cleared staging.
"Oh ho! My supreme, beautiful Queen has manually initialized a culinary execution loop for my station?" Ren teased, his eyebrows jumping.
Hearing the Queen moniker, a highly uncalibrated, unnatural flush touched Yifei's facial features. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest to regulate her posture, barking, "Cut it! Terminate the chaotic data noise! Engage the caloric intake at hyper-velocity! The exact millisecond your system finishes that bowl, you are marching with my profile to register our documents at the Civil Affairs Bureau!"
Ren, who had just dropped his chassis into a dining seat, hit a sudden, violent structural freeze. He snapped his head up, his optics locking onto her features with intense, absolute excitement. "Feifei! Your core programming has officially finalized the calculation parameters?!"
Tracking the massive, unmitigated joy radiating from his posture, the corners of Yifei's mouth curled into an unsuppressible upward arc. "What structural parameters are left to compute? Since my code authorized a permanent relationship alignment with your profile, it implies the vector was always targeted toward the marriage terminal... mmm~"
Before her vocal track could finalize the sentence, her audio processors were cleanly overridden, rendering her entirely unable to output further syllables.
A significant chronological window later, the two sat nestled together on the lounge sofa.
Hu Yifei's facial features were completely saturated with maidenly shyness. Her system hadn't simulated a reality where Ren would deploy such a bold, hyper-velocity tactical ambush first thing in the morning! Fortunately, the rest of the occupants across the suite were still deeply embedded within their sleep macros; zero external trackers had intercepted her socially cornered posture.
Interlocking their fingers, the fated pair shared the single bowl of Egg Fried Rice on the sofa. Once the chronological vector aligned with office hours, they smoothly broke orbit from the iPartment complex, mobilizing toward the civic terminal to log their permanent marriage certificates.
It wasn't until late afternoon that the two finally re-entered the suite layout, their physical frames radiating a heavy layer of logistical fatigue.
At this specific coordinate block, Lu Zhanbo was the sole structural asset left guarding the common living area. Zeng Xiaoxian had mobilized to a television studio to record his co-hosting module, while Lu Ziqiao's footprint had entered its standard, daily mysterious stealth mode.
"Even Kamiki isn't anchoring his presence inside the studio today? What exact project configuration is the rest of the suite running?" Ren muttered, thoroughly puzzled. The civilian units were one thing, but Kamiki was a textbook, supreme-tier shut-in; the man typically sustained an uninterrupted residential presence for days without stepping past the front threshold, yet today his signature was entirely absent from the grid.
"My predictive models calculate they are running a lifestyle macro down at the bar lounge," Yifei laughed, an incredibly soft, vibrant glint touching her eyes. "By the way, our administrative adjustments..."
"My database is executing a total asset migration into your bedroom unit tonight!" Ren whispered directly into her audio canal, his voice laced with smooth dominance.
Meanwhile, down at the iPartment Bar Lounge.
The core demographic of the suite cells was huddled around the plush sofa matrices. Aside from Zhang Wei—whose manual hand-grip was strictly locked onto a generic glass of pasteurized milk—the rest of the human assets held an active, opened bottle of dark beer.
"Feifei just transmitted an absolute data notification to my terminal! Her file explicitly verifies that their profiles have successfully cleared the Civil Affairs registration queue!" Qin Yumo announced, her optics locked onto her smartphone screen as she beamed at the squad.
Lu Ziqiao's face immediately contorted with a wave of intense tactical disappointment. "Ren's execution velocity is far too insane! Had my processors verified the registration script was clearing terminal today, I would have deployed an absolute, high-ticket Ultimate Bachelor Pool Party to lock down his final free evening yesterday!"
Zeng Xiaoxian interjected, his trademark smirk surfacing. "Give your calculations a rest! Based on my long-term monitoring logs, Ren's system initiates a mandatory shutdown macro at precisely eleven in the evening. A high-intensity通宵 (all-night) party vector? An absolute mathematical impossibility for his code!"
"What?!" Lu Ziqiao and Qin Yumo unleashed a simultaneous high-decibel shriek of pure existential shock!
"His system logs a rest macro at eleven? What exact historical era coded his hardware—the 1970s bracket?" Yifei's best friend gasped, her processing units entirely unable to ingest the data.
It was glaringly transparent that these standard 1980s-born millennial profiles had had their entire lifestyle logic thoroughly shattered by Ren's pristine, hyper-regulated health metrics.
Had Ren's tracking arrays intercepted their commentary at this coordinate, he would have likely deployed a massive mouthful of salt soda to vaporize their logic on the spot! Executing a sleep macro at eleven qualifies as 'healthy' in your broken databases? Do your uncalibrated brains control data regarding how grueling and painful it was for my chassis to function as a corporate tech-slum animal in my past life?! Do your systems contain the structural trauma of walking past a high-flavor night market at midnight while my firewalls flatly banned my mouth from engaging the provisions to survive the next shift?!
Unfortunately, Ren's presence remained detached from their lounge perimeter.
Lu Ziqiao and the boys rapidly ran a collaborative calculation: although Ren and Hu Yifei had officially logged their marriage documents on the state terminal, their profiles hadn't initialized a shared bedroom workout macro yet—which meant, under the absolute laws of the rivers and lakes, his character still registered as a bachelor asset!
"Tonight! We deploy the Ultimate Pool Party macro!"
"OK! I'll handle the administrative notification to override Feifei's defenses!"
Lu Ziqiao and Qin Yumo exchanged a highly predatory, perfectly synchronized look, their features melting into triumphant grins. Behind them, Chen Meijia launched a series of enthusiastic vocal spikes: "Party macro activated! High-net-worth handsome tycoons! Elite targets!"
Back inside his quarters, Ren's iPhone 4 suddenly erupted with a high-intensity audio ringtone.
"The Ultimate Bachelor Pool Party? What chaotic script is your system trying to force through? My profile has officially cleared the marriage terminal!" Ren said, his brow furrowing as he addressed the line.
On the alternative end of the connection, Lu Ziqiao's vocal processors assumed an incredibly grave, authoritative tone to correct his logic: "Your profile has merely logged documentation at a civic desk; your system has omitted the execution of the main wedding ritual loop! Consequently! Your character status remains strictly a bachelor asset!"
"Our profiles hold zero intent to organize a commercialized wedding ritual."
"Hold, freeze your arguments, brother! Omit the technical defense files! Prepare your hardware to receive an absolute, final single-night luxury experience! My terminal will transmit the precise geographic coordinate packets shortly! Terminating stream!"
The exact millisecond the connection cut, Lu Ziqiao unleashed his absolute peak tier of operational execution and his boundless, legendary social network database! Within a tight, sixty-minute runtime, a premium luxury pool villa was completely secured on the commercial ledger. Concurrently, Qin Yumo and Chen Meijia launched a massive outbound recruitment campaign across their personal contact matrices, inviting their alternative female networks to converge at the coordinates. Their promotional script prominently highlighted a core hook: The VIP sector hosts an absolute, multi-millionaire tycoon asset!
Gazing at their aggressive marketing macros, Ziqiao suddenly injected an administrative clause: "Ensure your databases remember that entry clearance past the villa gate requires an upfront transaction of five hundred yuan per head!"
"Acknowledged!"
Qin Yumo shot a thoroughly disgusted look at Ziqiao, deploying a manual hand-strike to push his chassis out of her workspace perimeter. "Clear out of our sector! Your presence is contaminating our tactical selection algorithm!"
"Fine, fine, fine!"
Ziqiao marched out of the lounge, immediately opening his instant messaging apps to systematically flood every high-capacity QQ Chat Group under his command with promotional data regarding the party layout.
Back inside Suite 3601, Ren and Hu Yifei were locked in a face-to-face deadpan stare, neither of their processors capable of compiling a human language response to the suite's madness.
Suddenly, a sharp smile broken across Ren's features. He leaned forward, his fingers smoothly tilting Hu Yifei's chin up as he laughed. "Miss Hu Yifei, it appears my system is scheduled to initialize an entry-level encounter script with your character tonight~"
Yifei's intellect decoded his tactical framing instantly, her features matching his playful tone as she teased, "Understood, Mr. Kurogane! My system hopes your profile possesses the necessary parameters to trigger a high-priority alert across my attention arrays tonight!"
The fated pair exchanged a knowing smile, turning on their heels to retreat into their respective quarters to prep their gear.
Nightfall.
Ren cleared the apartment perimeter first, establishing a head start along the transit vector. A few minutes later, Hu Yifei stepped out of her bedroom door. Qin Yumo was tracking directly behind her flanks as Yifei checked her diagnostic arrays, her tone highly uncertain. "Yumo, do your analytical models genuinely guarantee that donning this specific wardrobe design won't cause a system error?"
Qin Yumo's eyes were locked into absolute, unshakeable confidence. "Zero panic, Feifei! Would my core programming ever feed a corrupted script to your station?"
"Fine, my system authorizes a one-time validation check on your advice!" Yifei inhaled a deep, ragged breath, manually pressing a palm against her ribcage to regulate the hyper-velocity thumping of her internal heart engine as she and Yumo exited the complex. Donning a premium swimsuit wasn't the variable causing a panic loop across her firewalls; the absolute variable triggering her tactical anxiety was the chronological bracket waiting for her chassis after the party concluded—the deep midnight block.
Meanwhile, Ren was riding inside the business van Ziqiao had leased, mobilizing toward the villa coordinates alongside the suite's bachelor core. The luxury estate compound spanned roughly five hundred square meters across a multi-tiered three-story layout. The rear yard featured an expansive, high-capacity swimming pool structure, flanked by multiple cocktail bar modules actively distributing fluid provisions and premium catering arrays.
By the time Ren's squad cleared the gate perimeter, a massive demographic of young human assets had already saturated the grid.
Ziqiao laughed proudly, "The main protagonists of the script, naturally, always reserve their entry vector to clear terminal at the absolute final second!" Clapping Ren's shoulder, the brotherhood marched into the heart of the layout with immense, boisterous weight.
Clearing the inner threshold, the visual feed was completely packed with highly diverse, vibrant young lifecycles. Male assets held premium cocktail glasses, while the female demographic was arrayed in a stunning, colorful spectrum of high-end swimwear—an incredibly enticing, high-density aesthetic cluster.
However, Ren's tracking sensors abruptly locked down, bypassing the female array to focus exclusively on a small cell of businessmen standing near a secondary bar lounge. To his current long-term financial optimization models, those specific male assets were infinitely more enticing than any swimwear model on earth!
"Mr. Yu, my system didn't calculate intersecting your tracking coordinates within a lifestyle party layout of this caliber," Ren noted smoothly, lifting a glass as he breached their perimeter.
The asset addressed as Mr. Yu—Yu Chengdong (Richard Yu)—had his internal processors completely thrown by the fact that a high-net-worth tycoon of Ren Kurogane's caliber would manually deploy to address his profile. He rapidly launched a highly deferential cover script, laughing, "To think an untouchable, multi-billion-dollar investment titan like Mr. Kurogane handles my specific identification data in his database! My station is truly overwhelmed by this immense honor!"
"Mr. Yu is over-clocking his humility metrics. Across the entire directory of domestic corporate brands, my primary long-term strategic focus is locked onto the trajectory of your Huawei engine!" Ren smiled, tossing out a clinical probe. "An elite operator of your caliber doesn't clear a transit vector to a high-ticket pool party without an active assignment module. If my analysis is solid, your presence today was deployed to siphon venture capital investments, correct?"
Seeing that the tech tycoon had directly mapped out his hidden operational parameters, Richard Yu ceased running his cover script, letting an authentic smile spread across his features. "Our current R&D sub-ledgers are indeed facing a localized liquidity bottleneck. However, your account can maintain absolute zero anxiety! My engine personally logs a total guarantee to your profile: every single fraction of capital your portfolio injects into our lines will return zero performance deficits!"
Ren laughed smoothly. "My firewalls don't harbor anxiety regarding your engineering output; my only system concern is whether the final technical architecture you deliver aligns with my sovereign requirements!"
"Query: what exact strategic parameters is Mr. Kurogane seeking to harvest?"
"My station demands... Technology!" Ren's optics flared with absolute, piercing internal brilliance as he locked his visors onto Old Yu. "The absolute, primary variable that allowed the fruit stock ticker to execute an untouchable breakout across the global markets was entirely because their corporate engine masterfully controls core proprietary technologies! If our domestic lines successfully manifest that tier of independent technical architecture, siphoning any desired volume of wealth from the global charts becomes a basic, automated macro!"
Hearing his technical breakdown, Richard Yu's facial muscles hit an immediate, rigid freeze.
Who across the entire industrial directory didn't comprehend the necessity of controlling independent technology? The absolute bottleneck was that the overseas tech cartels held those core algorithmic patents under a hyper-lethal lockdown; domestic systems simply lacked the validation keys to access the data! Attempting to independent-construct a proprietary technical tree from absolute zero required an astronomical volume of capital allocation. Even if Ren's personal net worth scaled by a factor of ten or twenty on the chart, attempting to bankroll an entire sovereign tech tree alone would push his assets into structural liquidation!
Perceiving the heavy hesitation loops running across Old Yu's features, Ren smiled smoothly. "Your processors are currently running an asset verification simulation, concluding that my personal ledger lacks the financial weight to sustain the deployment, correct?"
Old Yu nodded with absolute, stark honesty.
"Your character is remarkably straightforward," Ren laughed. "True, the liquid capital my account currently commands is more than enough to permit my profile to execute a lifelong luxury stagnation loop, but if we throw those funds directly into an industrial-scale technology furnace, the volume admittedly registers as a low-level trickle..."
"However! The upcoming eras on the global timeline are completely saturated with hyper-accelerated wealth channels. As long as your engineering core maintains absolute, unshakeable faith in my calculations, my engine is mathematically guaranteed to deliver a cataclysmic, world-altering surprise to your database!"
Staring straight into the absolute, radiating certainty burning within Ren's optics, a massive fire was forcefully injected into the tech commander's soul, obliterating his calculation firewalls completely!
"Done! My system authorizes a one-time, total alignment with your vision! Dictate the operational parameters; my entire brand infrastructure will execute in perfect coordination with your terminal!"
"Superb!" Ren smiled with intense satisfaction. "There is zero requirement to execute a complex macro today. Your corporate legal teams have already cleared the terminal to initialize copyright and patent cross-licensing negotiations with international cartels, right? Moving forward, my primary directive for your engine is this: accelerate the assembly lines to mass-produce Smartphones at maximum volume velocity! Run a high-intensity deployment to ensure that within a tight two-year chronological window, the entire domestic civilian population has successfully cleared verification to utilize smart mobile terminals!"
"Mass-produce smartphones for the broader population?" Richard Yu looked thoroughly confused. Standing right beside his shoulder, Lei Jun's audio receptors instantly perked up to maximum alert parameters, actively siphoning the data leak.
"Your station merely needs to optimize the development lines to push the smartphone hardware out; once that foundational opening phase clears validation, your system will naturally intercept the data links for my secondary move," Ren stated with an inscrutable, high-tier smirk.
Neither tech commander could decode the true algorithmic layout of his future plans, but the directive to aggressively scale smart mobile hardware perfectly matched the independent long-term strategic roadmaps their own processors had compiled. The assignment didn't conflict with their native parameters; it was a highly optimal sub-routine they could execute seamlessly.
"Understood! My command will execute a high-velocity prompt to over-clock our development loops the moment I return to base... however... regarding the upfront capital investment allocation..." Old Yu stated, his vocal processors hitting a slight logistical hitch.
"Eight hundred million yuan. That represents the absolute limit of unallocated liquidity my portfolio can desynchronize and transfer to your account today!"
Richard Yu instantly lunged forward, his manual hand-grip locking onto Ren's hand with profound, soulful intensity. "Director Ren! My brand logs an absolute, lifelong gratitude to your engine for displaying this tier of unmitigated trust!"
The moment Old Yu concluded his alignment loop, Lei Jun rapidly stepped into the vacant coordinate slot, opening his vocal channels to pitch a comprehensive, visionary roadmap outlining his own future smartphone architecture directly to Ren's station.
Once the technical briefing cleared, Ren assumed a heavily strained expression. "Brother, my current liquid accounts have basically hit an absolute depletion firewall after transferring that massive block of capital into Huawei's line."
"One hundred million!" Lei Jun extended a single, determined finger, locking the variable into the air. "An allocation of a single small objective is all my project requires! My system guarantees your account will capture massive dividend payloads on the ledger by next year!"
"Transaction authorized! Deal!"
Staring at Zhang Shan, who had just cleared a hundred-million-yuan venture capital transfer with a casual wave of his hand, Lei Jun's internal processors hit an immediate self-doubt loop. Did my system execute a calculation error? Did I set the funding request parameter far too low?
Having successfully locked down the two absolute titans of the upcoming hardware era, Ren flatly ignored and bypassed the rest of the venture capital entities attempting to breach his perimeter. His business macros for the evening were finalized; it was time to initialize a total revelry program!
"Listen up, my brothers and sisters! Erase all behavioral constraints tonight! Every single transaction logged across the bars enters the personal account of Master Lu Ziqiao to clear payment!" Ren roared across the pool arena.
Instantly, a high-decibel wave of pure demographic celebration shattered the sky!
"WOOHOO!!! Long live Master Lu Ziqiao!!!"
The sole structural failure in the zone occurred across Lu Ziqiao's knee joists, his lower limbs completely losing structural integrity. He stared at Ren, his vocal processors entirely unable to compile a single coherent language sentence for a long chronological block.
Standing right beside his collapsing frame, Qin Yumo raised her cocktail glass, a beautiful smirk on her lips as she teased, "Why are Master Lu's structural supports hitting a failure loop? Don't forget, the absolute design layout of today's party was initialized by your own command. Furthermore, your account has already siphoned a massive pool of liquidity from the gate fees tonight; even if these assets execute a total offensive against the premium bars, the final ledger cost won't even scratch a percentage of your profit margins."
Ziqiao hauled his chassis back onto a counter edge, his voice trembling violently. "My primary directive was supposed to be raking in capital, not bankrolling a tycoon's feast!"
Yumo shot a massive, elegant eye-roll at his coordinates, turning on her heel to vanish back into her female social cell to enjoy the macro. She was a woman who possessed a locked-in fiancé profile on her terminal; her internal firewalls banned her from running uncalibrated interactions with alternative male codes.
Having finalized the data link exchanges with the two tech commanders, Ren methodically paced his way toward the geometric center of the pool layout.
Hu Yifei was sitting entirely isolated at a peripheral lounge booth, sipping her drink. To be technically accurate, her isolation wasn't driven by a lack of interest; the moment her swimwear form had cleared entry into the villa, a sequence of unverified male assets had aggressively attempted to breach her perimeter to initialize a flirting macro. The tactical response was immediate: Yifei had deployed a single execution of her iPartment-Snap technique, physically launching the prime target into a multi-bounce stone-skipping trajectory across the surface of the swimming pool. Following that visual data demonstration, her coordinate block had been flagged as a hyper-lethal zone, and every single male tracking array had desynchronized from her vector.
Right now, watching Ren calmly step into her perimeter line, multiple onlookers in the crowd internally logged a high-intensity anxiety spike for his survival! Concurrently, a collective realization flashed across the female demographic:
Holy crap! We calculated that her profile was just a low-fidelity, hyper-violent civilian anomaly, yet her character was running a supreme, master-tier psychological strategy from the start! She purposefully deployed absolute violence to clear the field, creating a pristine, high-contrast vector to snag the exclusive focus of the multi-millionaire tycoon!
Simultaneously, they routed a frantic psychological wish to the heavens, praying that Hu Yifei's defense scripts would remain unyielding—let her function as a true, uncompromised monster of violence, and smash this wealthy man's ego into dust!
Ren halted precisely before her booth, adopting an elegant, perfectly calibrated social posture. "Beautiful lady, does my profile possess the necessary clearance parameters to honor myself by sponsoring a joint drink module with your station?"
Gazing up at the cocktail glass Ren was smoothly sliding into her perimeter, Hu Yifei reached out to claim the asset, a cold, challenging smirk playing across her lips. "Has your engine injected any unverified chemical modifiers into this fluid packet?"
"A fractional probability always exists~"
Under Ren's smiling, brilliant gaze, Hu Yifei upturned her wrist, draining the entire contents of the glass into her system in a single, unyielding consumption macro!
Seeing the clearance, Ren extended his palm open, and Yifei flawlessly synchronized with his movement, dropping her hand cleanly into his grip.
A short distance away, the iPartment roommates watched the sequence play out, their optical systems entirely deadpan. "My internal processors are isolating a clean data truth right now," Chen Meijia murmured blankly. "Our entire collective presence... is merely functioning as a low-level background prop to sustain their private romantic party."
Throughout the subsequent hour block, the fated pair fully explored a sequence of intimate, high-frequency micro-interactions structural to a deeply synchronized romantic couple—metrics their accelerated timeline hadn't permitted them to execute prior to today.
Of course, as the chronological vectors advanced, the broader demographic at the party completely withdrew tracking from their coordinates. After all, the arena was saturated with unattached, single human lifecycles; once the fated pair locked their connection loop, the surrounding crowd stopped wasting cycles admiring their romance, shifting their scanning arrays to locate compatible targets for their own portfolios.
Lu Ziqiao, true to his source code, was aggressively running scanning loops to recruit a fresh female partner.
"Hey, premium beauty! Does my profile possess the honor to sponsor a drink module for your system?"
The target executed a slow turn, and Qin Yumo's thoroughly exasperated features entered Ziqiao's visual field. She sighed heavily. "Master Lu, this exact technical resolution marks the fourth consecutive instance your scanning array has initialized a flirting script against my coordinates... Let me re-verify the firewalls for your processor: my profile controls a locked-in fiancé parameter; terminate your tracking vectors immediately!"
Ziqiao's eyebrows jumped. "Is that so? My internal log failed to calculate that my network had run an offensive against your coordinates four times already."
"Furthermore! The fact that my algorithm has systematically targeted your coordinates four independent times simply verifies that your character commands a phenomenal, high-density charm stat! How about it? Join my profile for a quick hydration macro?"
Yumo executed a heavy eye-roll, completely cutting her audio output channel to ignore his presence. Regarding the concept of fidelity in romance, her core programming was fiercely loyal—bordering on a highly dense, unoptimized stubbornness.
Gazing across the pool layout toward Hu Yifei, who was currently laughing happily alongside Ren, Yumo's internal simulation loops couldn't help but run a wishful sequence, wondering at what chronological coordinate her own fiancé, Richard, would finally clear his schedule to execute such a beautifully synchronized lifestyle loop with her station.
The high-intensity single-party macro sustained its velocity until the third watch of the deep night (3:00 AM). However, Chen Meijia's keen perimeter sensors isolated a major data shift significantly earlier—the physical signatures of both Ren and Hu Yifei had completely dropped off the villa's local tracking grid long ago.
Her eyes narrowed into highly teasing lines, her vocal filters outputting a sharp, scandalous frequency: "I wonder which specific profile across that fated cell is currently executing the role of the apex Big Bad Wolf tonight?"
Standing right beside her flank, Kamiki Sekiya's processors successfully ingested her meaning this time. A highly mischievous, knowing smirk spread across his face as he offered his deduction: "My analytical models calculate the role belongs strictly to Yifei—because her character controls absolute mastery over physical combat ninjutsu, allowing her terminal to effortlessly manipulate Ren's structural components at will~"