His Genius Wife is a Superstar

Wei Lan told René Alejandro that their new property would be ready very soon before the end of the year. "Your friends can staaaaaaaay in the guest house inside our property so that you booooooooys can have some privacy like you requested while you do your, well, boys stuff. Don't wooooooorry, my dear René Alejandro. I knooooooow that staying in a hotel for too loooooooong can get tiring! It's still better to have our own house, riiiiiiiiight? Just wait a little loooooonger, okay? Once we move in, we'll throw the graaaaaaandest housewarming party eveeeeeeer! It's going to be sooooooo much fun! Oh, how I wish your faaaaaather can come soooooon and live together with us. I miss him sooooooo much!"

René Alejandro allowed the woman's seemingly endless chatter and didn't interrupt her. He was preoccupied with his own thoughts and just treated Wei Lan's voice like background noise.

"Oh, gooooodness me! It's this late alreadyyyyyy? I alwaaaaays get carried away whenever I'm talking to you, deeeaaaaar René Alejandro. You're such a greeeaaaat listener just like your faaaaather! I won't disturb you any loooooonger. I also neeeeeed my beauty sleep. You knooooooow that I'm not getting any younger. I have to preserve my youthful looooooks as much as I can. It's soooooo easy to get wrinkles now if I'm not careful!"

"You're always beautiful, Mamá," René Alejandro said, snapping his attention back to the present. "There's no need to worry about retaining your youth so much, no? You already look much younger than all the women your age that I know. I'm sure that Papá won't mind if you start getting wrinkles like him. He'll still adore you like always. So don't worry about it too much, yes?"

"Oh, you! You have a silver tongue just like your faaaaaather! Both of you father and son always knooooow what to say to make me feel sooooooo beautiful!"

After clarifying the details about René Alejandro and his brothers' attendance at Wei Lan's charity dinner for Iris of Hope next weekend, they ended the call. [Read official chapters on W e b n o v e l (dot) com. Please stop supporting piracy. Also follow author on Instagram: @arriacross]

It was already past midnight, yet René Alejandro was still brimming with energy. Fucking the woman passed out in his bed wasn't enough but he wasn't such a beast that he would wake her up just to have another few rounds. He wasn't interested in having sex with an exhausted, almost unresponsive woman.

He liked it best when his bed partner was fully engaged in the act. Women who weren't shy to demand pleasure from him never failed to turn him on. This was because he was a man who wasn't shy to demand pleasure from the women he fucked either.

It was unfortunate that he hadn't yet met a woman who could keep up with his libido and energy. One woman a night was far from enough for him to satisfy his needs, but sometimes he had no choice but to forgo sex if nobody interested him enough to invite to his bed. He might like sex very much but he wasn't someone who would fuck just about anybody with a vagina who passed by him. He must be interested in a person first before he could feel aroused.

In times when he didn't have enough sex or had no one to fuck, then all he could do was to exhaust his energy through intense training instead. Like right now.

Sex for three hours straight wasn't enough. He returned to the bedroom and donned a pair of boxers and sweatpants. He didn't bother putting on a shirt and headed to the space in the main living area by the windows that he converted into his temporary little gym.

Loud, sharp sounds of punching and kicking filled the suite as he attacked the freestanding punching bag. Gone was the charming man with endearing dimples. In his place was a predatory hunter whose attacks were swift, precise and deadly.

A few minutes later, sweat spritzed from his body whenever he moved. Then he was once again interrupted by the sound of a ringing phone. He already knew who was calling just by the ringtone alone. He activated the hands-free function via voice command and answered the call.

"What's the matter, my brother?" he asked, panting a little because he didn't pause at all during his workout.

The person at the other end of the line heard the sounds of the punching bag being hit. "You're training? That chick is not enough? You want me to get you another one?"

"I think that I'm capable enough to get my own bed partner, no? It's fine, my brother. We need to balance sex and training to maintain our tiptop conditions anyway. Tell me instead why you called at his hour."

"That woman wants to meet you."

René Alejandro scoffed. "Does she even know who I am?"

"No, but she wants to meet the person in charge of this mission. That means you, brother. Are you willing to meet her? She and her family have been pestering our comrades at the safe house to meet you."

"No need." He roundhouse-kicked the punching bag and it fell to the floor with a loud bang, unable to withstand the force. He snorted and turned his attention to the speed bag next and worked on his hammer fists. "Helping those parasites is just a job to me. You know that, yes?"

"I know. I'm just asking you in case you change your mind. But if you're ordered to meet her, will you?"

René Alejandro smashed the speed bag. This time, the bag withstood the force of his fist. "If it's an order, do I have a choice? My brother, you know that we are just tools, yes? We move as ordered. That's our purpose."

His brother was silent for a few seconds. "I know, brother. I know it very well."

"We have our own wills and can act according to them to a certain extent but we are not truly free." He smirked, his expression self-mocking as he hammered the speed bag again with his fast fists. "We are chained dogs, that's what we are. Believing otherwise is pure stupidity and ignorance. That's why it's better to just accept the harsh reality, no? We may be chained dogs but at least we are the top dogs. Those beneath us, we trample them without mercy!"