Father An covered his face and slapped himself again under Mother An's surprised and suspicious gaze.

"What's wrong with you so early in the morning?"

If it weren't for the need to maintain a man's dignity, An's father would have really cried. With a stern face, he hastily wiped the sweat from his brow, his lips pale, and said, "Sleep, sleep."

"nerve."

Mother An muttered something to herself and turned over to move away from Father An.

An's father calmed his still-shaken emotions; surely he couldn't keep having these recurring dreams.

The more you don't want something to happen, the more it happens. Father An was on the verge of tears. Why did this damned dream have to haunt him?

It felt like an eternity. When An's mother woke up and saw An's father beside her, she was shocked to find him soaking wet, as if he had been pulled out of the water.

Mother An nudged Father An, who was rambling incoherently in a nightmare, and cried out, "Husband? Husband?!"

Seeing that her father was still not awake, her mother became anxious and sat on him, slapping him repeatedly until his face was swollen. Only then did her father wake up.

An's father gasped in pain at the stinging cheek, then roared angrily, "What are you doing?!"

It's one thing to get beaten up in a dream, but to get beaten up in real life too.

He's having such a miserable time!

Mother An looked at Father An with a pitiful expression, "I was about to ask you what was wrong. I couldn't wake you up no matter what I did, and you kept talking nonsense. I was just worried."

"Get me some ice right now, or how am I supposed to face anyone?"

Knowing he was in the wrong, Father An grunted twice and moved on from the topic.

Mrs. An quickly had someone bring an ice pack and put it on Mr. An's face. "You're a grown man, and you can still be so scared by a dream?"

Father An snorted and remained silent. He wished it were just a nightmare, but it wasn't; it was a near-death experience. He still couldn't understand how a girl could do so much work.

I don't know whether to praise him for being amazing or to praise the little girl he possessed in the dream for being amazing.

While eating breakfast, An Ruyu looked at her father with concern and asked, "Dad, what happened to your face?"

"Toothache, it's nothing serious."

"We still have to save face," Mother An said softly. "Ruyu, go study after you finish eating. Your father is fine."

An Ruyu nodded obediently, but still reminded him, "Then Daddy should go to the hospital to get his teeth checked out, okay?"

Mr. An's heart melted completely, his eyes softening visibly. "Okay~"

"Mom, you can't eat sweets like Dad. It will break my heart if you have a toothache."

An Ruyu, a master of diplomacy, coaxed her mother with a smile. Sure enough, her mother gently tapped An Ruyu's nose and said, "Mom will never be like your father."

While one family was getting along harmoniously, Mingyue was receiving one company after another until she received the agency delegation from Country Z.

"Mr. Ming, I am Cai Xin from the Z country's agent team. On behalf of Z country, we would like to discuss a cooperation with you regarding the release of the security bracelet."

The safety bracelet hasn't been officially released yet, but Mingyue posted a video showing a child wearing the bracelet being hit by a speeding truck. Surprisingly, the child was unharmed, while the truck was totaled.

The video was widely questioned online as a fabricated publicity stunt, but a tech expert personally stepped in to prove that the video was real and not fabricated.

Mingyue, “Let’s talk about your terms first.”

Cai Xin pushed the prepared documents in front of Mingyue with a serious expression, "We can meet this condition, but we want to witness the reliability of the security bracelet with our own eyes."

Mingyue flipped through the documents; the terms were generous, including a three-year tax exemption and protection for MNB. "Of course," she said.