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Over time, you realized that this couldn't go on indefinitely; physical strength would eventually wane, but knowledge stored in the mind wouldn't. So, during the day, you carried loads, and at night, you'd loiter outside repair shops, watching mechanics fix cars. Occasionally, you'd lend a hand, and since the mechanic saw your young age and dedication, he agreed to teach you the trade without pay. Slowly, he imparted his automotive repair skills to you.

By the time you turned 18, you were proficient in fixing the majority of car issues prevalent in the market. Thus, you started squatting by the roadside at night, assisting stranded motorists with their vehicle repairs.

In the 60s, cars in Hong Kong were a symbol of fashion, only affordable by the wealthy.

Wan Cheng's choice to learn auto repair from countless professions showed foresight.

"In this way, you gradually earned your first fortune and opened a repair shop. Unfortunately, the business didn't thrive, and due to poor management, you not only lost your initial investment but also amassed a three million-dollar debt to the bank, with collectors hounding you daily."

"Your mother passed away at this very moment, and your wife chose to divorce you. You and your sister wept together, overwhelmed by the enormous debt. The following day, your sister took on three jobs, working tirelessly day and night. You, in turn, returned to the roadside, mending vehicles and carrying loads for others personally."

Pausing at this point, Chu Yuening turned to the onlookers and asked, "If it were you, would you still be willing to work tirelessly, fixing cars and carrying packages for others after having been a boss and then experiencing bankruptcy?"

The young man smiled wryly, "If it were me, I'd probably have already jumped into the river."

Hounded by creditors, his mother passed away and his wife divorced him, leaving him with nothing but an empty life. One less resilient might have chosen the path of suicide. However, Mr. Wan did not succumb; instead, he gritted his teeth and persevered. Later, he once again spotted a business opportunity, learning from others to speculate in real estate, which earned him his first five million. He then reinvested this sum into purchasing land.

"For the first three years, he was solely focused on amassing wealth. But in the fourth year, a Hong Kong dollar crisis struck, and he lost everything once more. After that, he ventured into other industries to pay off his debts and, with renewed vigor, entered the real estate sector, which eventually led to the title you now know as the leading real estate tycoon."

Upon hearing the ups and downs of this tycoon's life, the neighbors couldn't help but express their sentiments.

Such a journey would have been unbearable for anyone else.

Fortunately, after enduring hardships, Wan Cheng not only paid off his debts but also flourished, becoming the top figure in Hong Kong's real estate industry.

The young man was puzzled, "Mr. Wan, those who come for fortune-telling usually have deep-rooted desires. You seem to have everything you want now, is there something missing?"

Chu Yuening felt a bit thirsty, so she stood up to fetch herself a bowl of chilled mung bean sago milk. She sat back down and swirled the white spoon around the bowl.

"I do indeed have a strong desire," Wan Cheng admitted to the neighbors without hiding it. "Throughout my journey, I've suffered much. Now that the bitterness has passed and sweetness has arrived, I find myself very lonely without someone by my side. My desire is to have another child, but it seems I am unable to conceive."

Silence fell upon the crowd.

Their faces were filled with disbelief.

No way, could the billionaire real estate mogul be infertile?

"How could that be? IVF is quite popular abroad now. Have you tried it?"

"I've tried everything, but it didn't work." The thought of all the efforts he had made to conceive with his girlfriend made Wan Cheng's expression turn pained – from traditional Chinese medicine remedies to strength-enhancing injections.

The hardships he had endured in pursuit of a child were more than just a few.

It was a chilling memory.

He wasn't fixated on having a son or daughter, but despite this, he still couldn't have another child.

Fixing his gaze on the master pondering with his chin in his hand, he said in agony, "Master, the issue with children has become an obsession for me. I've been to the hospital for check-ups, and the data showed no problems. The doctors even said I'm in great health, yet, I can't make a woman pregnant."

"Where exactly does the problem lie?"

"Please, Master, calculate my fate thoroughly. Is it truly destined that I won't have a second child?"

Chu Yuening did some calculations and replied, "The problem of not having a child doesn't lie with you."

"Not with me? Then could it be an issue with the women?" Wan Cheng was puzzled. "To be honest, after my divorce, I've had several girlfriends. Even if one of them had an issue, the others shouldn't have had the same problem."

"It's not that there's something wrong with the woman," Chu Yuening shook her head. "The problem lies with your son."

Upon hearing this, Wan Cheng's expression instantly changed.

Chu Yuening knew he had misinterpreted her words, as he only had one son. If he passed away, all his assets would be inherited by his sole offspring. If more children were born, the inheritance would have to be divided, which was naturally against the wishes of his only son.

"Disgraceful brat!" Wan Cheng couldn't help but curse in anger. "If he didn't want me to have more children, why didn't he discuss it with me openly? Master, you said my inability to conceive a son is related. Could he have bribed the servants to drug my food?"

He had heard about some despicable tactics used among the wealthy.

He never imagined that such a day would come when his own son would use them against him.

The more he thought about it, the sadder Wan Cheng became. Recalling how his wife had left him when their child was young, and how he had raised the boy while working on cars, his eyes reddened at the thought of his son treating him this way.

"Don't overthink it. It's not because of that," Chu Yuening reassured him.

Wan Cheng froze. "Then what is the reason?"

Chu Yuening calculated with her fingers, "Your son works in veterinary medicine, right?"

Wan Cheng nodded.

"I initially planned to send him to Oxford to study finance, so he could take over my business when he returned. But that rebellious kid said he'd seen too much backstabbing in the corporate world and didn't want to be part of it. He found animals simpler than people, so he became a veterinarian."

"Master, does my inability to conceive have anything to do with his profession?"

"Certainly," Chu Yuening put down her spoon. "Let me ask you, have you frequently heard dogs barking madly outside your window late at night in recent years?"