“Let’s name him William Clark as that Taoist suggested, in-law?” Edward Clark asked John Young.

“Wudao, William Clark! Let’s call him William Clark!” The decisiveness of a soldier made John Young quickly settle the matter. On one hand, he sensed the mysterious aura of that old Taoist and the strange origins he spoke of regarding his grandson; on the other, he was very satisfied with the name itself.

The little one seemed to really like his name, grinning happily, which made everyone burst into hearty laughter—especially the two elders in their sixties, whose eyes sparkled with joyful tears.

William Clark grew up surrounded by almost fanatical doting from everyone. If China’s lunar program had already succeeded, the The Young Family and The Clark Family might have actually tried to fetch the moon for this little emperor to play with. He was the most precious flower in a greenhouse, with the adults giving everything to protect this gift from heaven to both families. Every birthday was a grand affair: not only did over a hundred members from both families attend, but also invited elites from various fields and political figures, not to mention that even underworld bosses had to show respect to the future prince of the underworld.

As a result, attending William Clark’s birthday banquets later became a symbol of status, making many people rack their brains to get an invitation. The The Clark Family and Clark had enough financial power and connections to manage this massive social event, and every year it was held with great fanfare.

William Clark was weaned much later than most children; even when he could already walk, he still clamored for milk. This made his mother, Olivia Young, the renowned “Ice Queen,” quite embarrassed. But out of natural maternal instinct, she could never resist her little one’s pestering and always gave in to his odd requests. This continued until William Clark was three and a half.

William Clark had a habit when sleeping: he liked to wrap his arms around someone’s neck, and once he did, there was no hope of prying him off the whole night. From this, it’s not hard to see that William Clark truly had the makings of a first-class womanizer. His beautiful aunt, Nancy Young, once insisted on sleeping with the little guy out of affection when he was four. After William Clark got to cuddle the body that every man in D Province dreamed of, he went on a hunger strike to force the adults to let him sleep with his aunt. As a result, Nancy Young, who had already moved out, returned to the The Clark Family’s Zifeng Villa to sleep with the little prince. If the men outside knew this cruel fact, they’d probably cough up blood and die! Although this guy, who enjoyed what for men is the ultimate happiness, was still just a little kid, he was a boy after all.

William Clark slept with his aunt—who would later be hailed as D Province’s “Best Lover”—until he was nine. Under his mother’s carrot-and-stick approach, he finally tearfully said goodbye to his “wonderful sleep,” but as compensation, he was allowed to cuddle Olivia Young to sleep and got a bedtime story every night. (The protagonist flashes a sly grin—when you lose one thing, you gain another!)

At William Clark’s strong insistence, all the maids at Zifeng Villa were pretty young girls. Maybe William Clark’s not-so-severe uniform fetish started then, or maybe even earlier. After Susan Young moved out and no longer needed to sleep with William Clark, he started watching more TV, because his aunt in uniform was truly a visual treat. No wonder the shows she supported always had sky-high ratings. Of course, this isn’t to say Nancy Young was just a pretty face—she was a top student at Fudan University in Shanghai!

None of the women in the The Young Family relied on their looks to get by. Olivia Young and Nancy Young both started working part-time while still in college, and paid for their entire education with annual scholarships. To William Clark, this was nothing short of legendary.

They say rabbits don’t eat the grass by their own burrow, but none of the beautiful maids at home escaped the “harassment” and “assault” of little rascal William Clark. Although it was just his little hands satisfying their curiosity about soft things, it still gave Olivia Young quite a headache as a mother. Just imagine: a seven- or eight-year-old boy standing on tiptoe in the garden, sneaking a kiss from a blushing young girl—what a scene! By nine, William Clark was extremely interested in women’s chests. Not only the maids, but even his aunt Nancy Young didn’t escape his wolfish paws, so Olivia Young had long gotten used to the shy “complaints” from the maids.

On his tenth birthday, William Clark pulled his fourteen-year-old cousin—his uncle James Clark’s daughter, Katherine Clark—onto the balcony and tricked her into her first kiss with a love poem from Tagore’s “The Gardener.” At eleven, through threats, sweet talk, or trickery, he managed to steal the first kisses of a cousin, three female cousins, and four more female relatives—a truly impressive record.

By twelve, the little rascal had pretty much completed his “sweep” of the female members of his generation in the family, and had become thoroughly familiar with the female body’s structure. After repeated “theoretical exploration” and “practical verification,” he was practically as skilled as a master butcher.