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After Richard ordered the Cerberus team to go into the field to investigate the explosion site and interview the owner of the damaged robot, they discovered that the news was fake.

Indeed, some robots experienced errors, causing they didn’t function properly. However, the robot did not harm humans, and the one who exploded on a large scale was not a robot from TRH Industries. The explosion was in a remote town in Norway, and the city’s population numbered only in the thousands, and very few could afford robots.

The explosion occurred purely because of a car accident with a truck filled with oil. No wonder there was an explosion because sparks coupled with oil would cause a great explosion.

But for some reason, someone took advantage of this opportunity to bring down TRH Industri’s reputation. They told everyone that the damaged robot was a product of their industrial factory and edited the video of the explosion as if a robot had walked in the middle of the highway and caused a tragic accident. Not to mention, the damaged robot had the same appearance and resemblance as TRH Industri’s robot. Even if they try to claim that the robot was not from the Calvin factory, the residents who have watched the video would not want to know and think their product was a disaster and dangerous.

The lawyers have prepared data to sue companies that imitate robots owned by TRH Industries and tarnish their reputations. They are also looking for the leading player who dares to edit a photo of an explosion entirely unrelated to their robot.

Luckily, Richard had a Cerberus team with a central base in Norway. He had deliberately placed his team in a remote town in the country so that no one could trace their whereabouts. If his small team’s headquarters weren’t in the country—if one of the members didn’t recognize the place shown in the video, then maybe Richard wouldn’t have been able to stop this fake video from spreading.

Fortunately, his team found the original video and spread it first before other fake videos spread. His team was now hectic, looking for the main culprits as well as the goals of people who wanted to attack TRH Industries.

Richard had thought he could breathe a sigh of relief and relax once he got home. He hadn’t even eaten a meal all day, and he felt like his stomach was hurting from ignoring the demands of the voices inside him for hours. Alas, he got another bomb—even more deadly than handling the company affairs.

.....

Richard had long wanted to have another child with his wife. When Anxia was pregnant with Lori, Richard was not with her—he even missed Lori’s memorable birth. The first days his daughter spoke, crawled, and walked for the first time, Richard had missed all of that.

Richard treasured Lori but also wanted to feel what it was like to see his child grow from birth to walk on his own. But now... he didn’t have that chance... not anymore.

He thought Anxia still felt reluctant to have another child because the girl seemed ignorant and didn’t care whether she would get pregnant. Richard assumed that Anxia still wanted to focus all her protective attention on Lori without being divided. That was why he didn’t expect Anxia to cry out with such a pitiful roar like just now. He had no idea that his wife also had another child with him.

Right now, the two of them were hugging each other on the bed without sound or movement. Their breathings were calm, as if they had both fallen into a deep sleep. But both of them knew that their partner was still not sleeping.

“Xia Xia, go sleep.”

“How about you?”

“I’ll sleep when you are.”

Anxia shook her head because she was sure she wouldn’t be able to sleep before her husband did. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Because you have a wife like me. If only...”

“Xia Xia, I don’t want to hear it. Hurry up and sleep.”

“But you want to have children. I can understand if you hate me.”

Richard sighed at the pessimistic sentence from his wife. If it were so easy to hate Anxia, ??then Richard would have hated his wife from the beginning.

Richard’s feelings for Anxia were much stronger than he had imagined. And after living their married life for the past two years peacefully, his feelings for his wife were getting stronger day by day.

Their moments together were getting sweeter and more beautiful to him every day. That was why Richard would always love her no matter how evil, cruel or ugly Anxia was.

“Yes, I do want to have kids... a lot. But I don’t hate you even though you can’t give them to me.”

“But...”

“Xia Xia, what makes you like me the most?”

“...” Anxia looked at her husband with a confused look. “What do you mean?”

“When do I do that make you fall for me all over again?”

“When you wear a formal suit and tuxedo.”

Richard chuckled at his wife’s answer. He knew Anxia looked like someone starving whenever she saw him in a formal suit like an aristocrat.

Richard did not like to wear tight pants as the aristocrats wore—he felt confined by such clothes. But to please his wife and enjoy her hungry gaze, Richard was ready to attend every invitation that came to his house.

“So, would you hate me if I were to dress casually and wear tattered clothes?”

“Of course not...” Anxia gasped as she started to realize where this conversation was going.

Richard smiled faintly when he noticed the admiration radiating from his wife’s eyes.

“Me too. I don’t hate you just because you can’t get pregnant. I love you because you are Qiao Anxia. The sexy, alluring young lady in the red dress who tried to entice me with her unique beauty.”

Anxia hit her husband’s chest with delight, inviting both of them to laugh when she heard her husband’s mischievous tone.

“What about Lori? She wants a little brother.”

“She already has one. And she will have many brothers in the future.” Anxia looked at him in bewilderment at this answer. “I meant Eugene, my love. And maybe soon Harmonie will also have a child with Andrew. Or we can force Kenken into the marriage and give Lori another little brother immediately.”

Once again, Anxia hit her husband furiously but couldn’t hold a burst of amused laughter. “I’m serious.”