His Genius Wife Is A Superstar Chapter 1672: Two Heirs

Lu Zihao was unable to catch or comprehend Ice Cream’s inner musings. Even if he suddenly gained the extraordinary power to decipher his cat niece’s thoughts, he’d probably just dismiss her grumbles with a snort regardless.

His sister pampered her feline offspring way too excessively!

"Meow!"

A streak of orange fur charged at him. Lu Zihao had expected it, yet he still winced when claws dug into his back, followed by a gentle weight perching atop his head.

"You pesky feline," he murmured quietly.

As an orange tail whipped directly before his nose, nearly triggering a sneeze, he irritably brushed it aside with his hand.

Despite countless scoldings for perching on his head, the troublesome cat ignored him completely and kept doing as it pleased.

Thus, he simply allowed it. Over time, he grew accustomed to the habit.

He hadn’t noticed that his cat niece and nephew had ceased fearing him long ago. Unlike their initial wary encounters, they now knew how to play up their cuteness around him.

Well, Popcorn excepted. That foolish cat couldn’t distinguish danger at all.

And he, once the crown prince of the criminal underworld—Nikolai Vetrov—now found himself doting on a pack of troublesome felines.

"Meow~" Ice Cream wriggled in his hold while emitting a contented purr.

He sighed helplessly and idly stroked his cat niece’s chin. Ice Cream’s purring intensified.

"Boss Hao," Robin, the female bodyguard he’d stationed to safeguard his wife, welcomed him upon his entry into the home.

He gave a nod and handed the plump grey cat from his arms to her. He also lifted the orange cat off his head.

Robin showed no reaction and accepted the pair of cats. "The madam and children are in the kitchen."

"Hm." He started toward the kitchen but spotted a black cat and a white cat on the TV in the living room.

The black cat fixed him with its golden gaze, while the white cat pursued a digital butterfly.

He squinted at them before signaling. The TV screen went dark.

"I’ll go to my study first," Lu Zihao announced. "Inform my wife that I need to handle a crucial call before joining her for lunch."

"Understood, Boss Hao," Robin replied, holding both Ice Cream and Popcorn.

Lu Zihao ascended to his study. The TV there was already active.

"Greetings, Uncle Zihao. Bacon seeks your counsel."

"Hello, Uncle Haohao! The cute and mighty Ketchup missed you terribly! Mwah mwah tsup tsup! Meow~"

Lu Zihao arched an eyebrow and settled onto the couch facing the TV. He draped his robust, muscular, battle-scarred arm along the couch’s backrest. "What counsel do you seek, kid?"

Ketchup opened her mouth to respond, but a black paw covered it.

Bacon explained the events to their uncle with precision, brevity, and composure.

Ketchup attempted to interrupt several times, yet her younger brother held her back. Her ears and tail sagged. So heartbreaking! She yearned to recount it all to their uncle herself!

Lu Zihao’s face darkened the moment he learned someone had dared to harass his cherished sister in the Philippines. He’d paid little attention to her work excursion there, assuming it was merely a routine business venture to introduce Orchidia Philippines and participate in events. With protection in place, he hadn’t fretted excessively.

But now, fury surged within him, urging him to rush over and exact revenge.

Noticing his uncle’s rage, Bacon’s golden eyes gleamed, and his plush black tail flicked rapidly. "Shall we eliminate that woman called Girl Abante?"

Ketchup broke free from her brother’s paws at last. "Is that allowed? What if mommy and daddy reprimand Ketchup and Bacon? The cute and mighty Ketchup hates getting scolded! Meow!"

"Show me the bodycam recording first," Lu Zihao instructed. "I’ll determine the next step after viewing it."

The black cat appeared crestfallen but complied. He and his sister shrank down and shifted to the screen’s lower corner. Then the security bodycam video began, with Bacon selecting the optimal views and sound.

Lu Zihao’s eyes narrowed sharply. Anyone else present might have trembled in terror.

A chilling, lethal presence radiated from him.

Luckily, only two digital cats accompanied him. A pair of golden eyes and another of emerald green watched him intently, awaiting his verdict.

He remained silent, continuing to observe.

The footage ended.

"Would Uncle Zihao like Bacon to replay it?" the black cat inquired.

"Oh, me, me! The cute and mighty Ketchup can replay it for Uncle Haohao! Should Uncle Haohao prefer edits with effects and music? The cute and mighty Ketchup can handle everything! Meow~"

Lu Zihao disregarded his chatty AI cat niece. He addressed his AI cat nephew, "No replay needed. One viewing suffices."

The black cat’s tail swished more vigorously, signaling eagerness. "Shall we target that woman immediately? She’s tormenting Mother. Bacon won’t tolerate anyone harming Mother."

Lu Zihao drummed his fingers against his leg. "Destruction isn’t required. Didn’t you catch your mother’s reply? She held the advantage, not that woman."

The black cat’s tail halted abruptly. Though Bacon’s face stayed impassive and detached as ever, Lu Zihao recognized the disappointment in his AI cat nephew from long acquaintance.

A low chuckle escaped him. Were the child human, he’d have designated Bacon his successor already. The boy was born for crime lordship.

Then his amusement faded as a notion struck him.

Hmmm.

Making the child his heir might not be out of reach.

No edict demanded a single successor.

The syndicate comprised humans. Humans crafted regulations. As leader, he dictated his own.

He fixed his gaze on the black cat displayed on the TV. It returned the stare.

The white cat... best to overlook that one. Appointing her heiress could turn his Shadow Winds from a potent criminal force into a frivolous rumor mill.

All his labor would waste away.

His attention shifted back to Bacon. He recalled Little Jun, currently training elsewhere.

Hmmm.

One might serve as the organization’s public figure.

The other could command from the darkness.

Together, they’d fortify Shadow Winds, rendering it even mightier.

A smirk tugged at Lu Zihao’s lips.

He’d arrived at his resolution.

Truthfully, such a setup wasn’t unattainable. Though uncommon, it had persisted for centuries, maybe millennia, across human societies.

An emperor governed the realm openly, while a shadowy overlord managed the hidden realm.

Ostensibly at odds, the factions often sustained a subtle equilibrium to bolster a nation’s power.

He believed Long Jun and Bacon would excel as dual leaders.

"Uncle Zihao? Uncle Zihao! Uncle Zihao’s gone deaf."

Lu Zihao’s hand jerked. He longed for the impudent child to have a tangible form, so he could deliver a proper swat.

"Gasp! Uncle Haohao’s deaf now?! Outrageous! Oh no! Uncle Haohao must be aging badly! Poor Auntie Jingjing, stuck with an elderly spouse! Poor Little Misha, poor Little Dima! The cute and mighty Ketchup’s cousins are mere infants, but their father’s already ancient! Meowuwuwu! Fear not, Uncle Haohao! The cute and mighty Ketchup will look after Auntie Jinjing and Little Misha and Little Dima! Meowuwuwu!"

Lu Zihao glowered. What nonsense was that? He wasn’t aged! He stood at his peak!

And why the tears?

He wasn’t deceased!

Though he had perished once, he now thrived fully!

His hand twitched once more, itching to discipline these two rascals.

Regrettably, they lacked corporeal forms.