One morning at the age of fourteen, William Clark loudly declared that he could now fully be considered a man, which caused the adults to burst into laughter. Olivia Young affectionately hugged him and giggled nonstop. If she knew about her precious son's impressive achievements, she probably wouldn't think William Clark was just joking. Nancy Young rolled her beautiful eyes, silently telling William Clark with her gaze, "You little pervert," while only his father, Hugh Clark, wore an ambiguous expression.

The night before that day, William Clark had completed the transformation from a boy to a man. For him, forbidden fruit was no longer forbidden, but just an ordinary fruit he could enjoy at any time.

Achieving all this could be said to be "one-third sweat and two-thirds talent." First of all, his father Hugh Clark, who was by no means a good role model, played a significant role in encouraging and abetting him. It was he who instigated young William Clark to show "appropriate affection" to every beautiful woman, who instilled in William Clark the belief that men are born to conquer beautiful women, and who taught William Clark various techniques for pursuing girls, such as reciting love poems, preparing flowers, and all sorts of romantic gestures.

Three feet of ice is not formed in a single day, so creating a playboy is certainly not the work of a day.

Soon, William Clark's fifteenth birthday was just around the corner.

Without a doubt, another romantic episode was about to unfold.

Chapter Two: The Nature of a Pervert

On an autumn morning, warm sunlight poured into the luxuriously decorated room. On the spacious, comfortable bed, someone was still lost in his dreams. For him, still in a tryst with the daughter of the Duke of Zhou, anyone daring to wake him now would face only one outcome—no mercy!

"无道, it's time to get up, breakfast is ready! Otherwise, Mom will scold you again. Everyone is waiting for you!" A lively, melodious voice sounded by the bed. If only such a heavenly voice could call him "husband," that would be one of life's greatest pleasures.

The guy under the covers was clearly still savoring the lingering warmth of the night, turned over, and continued to sleep without a sound. Curled up, he looked just like a big shrimp—of course, a shrimp that loved to sleep in.

"无道, you really have to get up now!" Seeing there was still no response, the girl, blushing deeply, said, "As long as you get up, whatever you want Ethan Snow to do, Ethan Snow will agree. 无道~ please get up, won't you?"

Hearing this exciting hint, the wolfish William Clark sprang up in a flash, pulled the girl into his arms, and took a deep breath of her hair, intoxicated, saying, "So fragrant! In 'Dream of the Red Chamber,' Jia Baoyu was captivated by the scent of flowers, but I, William Clark, have the fragrance of 'Ethan Snow', which is no less than his, hehe..."

The little girl in his arms nestled against William Clark, quietly enjoying the peace. For her, so far removed from the outside world, everything William Clark gave her was her everything.

From the moment she stepped into the Ye family and saw William Clark for the first time, William Clark had domineeringly claimed her as his own. She had no choice, nor did she want any other choice. That year, William Clark was seven, and Ethan Murray was seven too, as they were born on the same year, month, and day.

Anyone who still holds even a shred of hope and longing for love—who could deny the saying that in a past life, they were companions by the Three-Life Stone?

Ethan Murray's grandfather, Stephen Murray, and Edward Clark were sworn brothers, closer than blood after decades of life-and-death experiences together. Although Stephen Murray was not as illustrious as Edward Clark, his business empire was by no means ordinary. However, Stephen Murray's only son died in a car accident, and the blow of having to bury his own child left him ill, never to recover. On his deathbed, he entrusted his surviving granddaughter Ethan Murray to Edward Clark, and it was only natural that Ethan Murray would inherit the Murong family's nearly one billion dollar fortune when she turned eighteen.

Now, at only fifteen, Ethan Murray was already showing signs of becoming a stunning beauty: a delicate, flawless face, skin as tender as jade, a clear and melodious voice, and a perfectly developed figure—she was definitely a beauty in the making! Her musical talent could only be described as genius; at eleven, she performed her own composition at the Metropolitan Opera House, one of the world's four great opera houses, and was unanimously hailed as the "female Mozart" of the twenty-first century.

More importantly, the influence of culture, art, and music, combined with strict family upbringing, had made the young Ethan Murray as gentle as water. She was recognized by both the Ye and Yang families as the future wife of William Clark, the little emperor. Edward Clark truly cherished her; anyone who dared to bully his chosen future granddaughter-in-law would not be forgiven—not even William Clark!

It was Ethan Murray who, at the age of thirteen, gave her virginity to William Clark, the wolf who had long coveted her, making him a real man. Afterwards, seeing the blood on the bed, as vivid as a rose blooming in the night, she felt no regret at all, only softly murmured William Clark's name through her tears.