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Polygamy, Akira thought, staring blankly at the welcome team. I never thought this world would actually have it. But then again... quirks change everything. Laws are just suggestions when you can rewrite reality.
His mind drifted back to his past life. To the late nights spent huddled under a blanket, scrolling through translated Chinese web novels on his cracked phone. He remembered the tropes. They were practically etched into his soul.
MC is reborn. MC cultivates a heaven-defying technique. MC slap-faces every Young Master who dares to breathe in his direction. Every jade beauty within a hundred-kilometer radius falls for him instantly because he... exists. He conquers the world, ascends to the Immortal Realm, and ends up with a harem of three thousand wives and enough children to populate a small country.
It was a cliché, but a cliche loved by countless readers.
But looking at Mr. Jian Li standing there, radiating an aura of absolute confidence and wealth, surrounded by five stunning women who looked at him with genuine, unforced adoration, Akira realized that sometimes, reality was stranger than fiction. Or perhaps, this world just operated on different cultural software.
"Dayam," Akira repeated, his voice low.
Jian heard him. The CEO turned his head. His sunglasses slid down his nose slightly, revealing his eyes which sparked with amusement. He looked at Akira, assessing him from his messy, red hair to his casual yukata and wooden sandals.
Then, dazzling smile spread across his face. It was the kind of smile that could sell ice to a polar bear.
"My, my. He must be your son, Honoka. He has your eyes. And that fire... I can feel it from here."
Jian stepped closer, invading Akira's personal space. He leaned down slightly to look Akira in the face.
"He might even be almost as good-looking as me in the future," Jian declared, nodding to himself as if confirming a fact. "Almost. It is a high bar, I admit. I am, after all, a masterpiece. But I see potential. With the right tailor and perhaps a better conditioner, he could be a solid eight."
One of the women behind him giggled softly. She had long, flowing hair and a gentle demeanor. "He is handsome, husband. But you are the sun. The stars cannot outshine the sun." (Spoken like a true woman of the young master)
"Naturally," Jian agreed without a hint of irony. "But the stars are nice to look at, are they not, Xiaoqing?"
Akira stared at him. Then at his mother with an expression that clearly said, Is this guy nuts? Or is he high on something expensive?
Honoka just waved her hand tiredly — the universal sign for 'Leave it, honey, the more you talk, the happier this freak will get.'
Akira sighed. He decided to ignore the narcissism. It was the best defense against people like this. He took a puff from his pipe, looking bored, letting the blue smoke drift between them.
Seeing the lack of reaction — no blushing, no stammering, no awe — Jian straightened up. His playful demeanor shifted instantly, replaced by the smooth, polished veneer of a gracious host.
"Well," Jian said, clapping his hands together. The sound echoed across the tarmac. "Jokes aside. You must be tired from the flight."
He gestured to the woman standing nearest to the lead limousine. She was different from the others. She was tall, athletic, and had sharp eyes that scanned the perimeter constantly. Her hair short, and she wore a suit that looked tailored to hide weapons rather than accentuate curves.
"My first wife, Mei Lin, will guide you to your hotel," Jian announced with a formal bow, his hand over his heart. "Please enjoy your stay today and tomorrow with your son and... fascinating cat... before the Summit begins. I look forward to our duel... I mean, discussion. The boardroom shall be our battlefield, Honoka."
He smiled one last time — this time a warm smile that didn't fit the 'Arrogant Rival' archetype at all — and turned on his heel. His white coat flared dramatically.
"Come, my loves," he called out, snapping his fingers. "We have a shareholders meeting to terrorize. I want to see the fear in their eyes when we announce the Q3 projections."
The other four wives followed him into a separate, white limousine that looked like it belonged in a music video. It drove off, leaving the Shuzenji family standing on the tarmac with Mei Lin and a sleek, black limousine.
Akira blinked, watching the white car disappear. Well. At least he has a considerate side. He didn't force us to ride with him and listen to his monologue about his own beauty.
He looked at his mother. Honoka was gobsmacked. Her mouth was slightly open, her brain struggling to process the interaction.
"What..." Honoka whispered, rubbing her temples. "What was that?"
Mei Lin, who was opening the door of the black limo for them with a gloved hand, laughed.
"That is the real Jian," she said, her voice amused. "He likes to make an entrance."
"What?!" Honoka screamed, startling Nia. "The real Jian? The man who tried to sue me for 'Intellectual Property Theft' because I used a similar shade of green in my logo? The man who sent me a glitter bomb when we won the Tokyo contract? A fucking 'GLITTER BOMB' I repeat!!!"
"Hop in," Mei gestured. "I will explain on the way. The traffic in Shanghai waits for no one, not even for heroes."
The interior of the limo was cool, a sanctuary from the humid air outside. It smelled of expensive leather and jasmine tea. Nia immediately jumped onto the mini-bar counter, sniffing a crystal decanter filled with an amber liquid.
"It smells expensive," the cat decided. "Can I knock it over?"
"No," Akira said, grabbing her before she could cause an international incident.
As they settled into the plush seats — Akira and Nia on one side, Honoka on the other — the car began to glide toward the city. The partition was down, allowing them to see Mei in the driver's seat.
"The Jian you see in the boardroom," Mei Lin started, her eyes focused on the road as she merged onto the highway, "is Jian's 'Business Face.' It is a mask. A necessary armor."
"Why?" Honoka asked, crossing her arms and frowning. "Why act like a cartoon villain?"
Mei was silent for a moment. She navigated the traffic, changing lanes. Outside, the skyline of Shanghai began to rise — a futuristic forest of glass and neon that dwarfed Musutafu.
"Because, unlike other top companies in China," she said softly, her voice carrying over the hum of the engine, "Jian is the only one who built everything from scratch. He didn't inherit a dynasty. He didn't have government backing. He didn't have a powerful hero parent."
She glanced at them in the rearview mirror.
"He was a street rat from the slums of Guangzhou. He grew up eating scraps and fighting for space in the gutters."
Akira perked up, his interest piqued. Rags to riches. The classic underdog story.
"Very early on," Mei Lin continued, "he realized that being friendly in this field — in the cutthroat world of support tech and corporate warfare — is like handing an axe to your enemy. Kindness is seen as weakness. Politeness is seen as submission. If you are nice, they eat you."
She gripped the steering wheel tighter.
"So, he became flamboyant. He became arrogant. He became a character so loud, so ridiculous, that no one noticed how calculating he truly was until he owned them. He made them underestimate him. He made them think he was a clown, and then he bought their banks."
Honoka frowned, processing this. It made sense. She had done something similar with her 'Emberheart' persona back in the day — being terrifying and volatile to protect her softness, to ensure no one questioned her authority on a disaster site.
"Then why are you telling me?" Honoka asked suspiciously. "I'm the rival here. Shouldn't you be intimidated by me?"
Mei Lin met her eyes in the mirror. She smiled, and for the first time, she looked less like a bodyguard and more like a person.
"Because sometimes," she said, "there are good people out there who appreciate a right heart more than a sharp mind. Jian respects you, Honoka. He sees a kindred spirit. A builder. Someone who fought for what they have."
Honoka looked taken aback. "How can you say I'm 'good'? I threaten people for a living. I literally told my logistics team I would break their bones yesterday."
Mei Lin laughed. "Honey, you are much easier to read than you think. You wear your heart on your sleeve. A very expensive, tailored sleeve, but a sleeve nonetheless. You fight for your son. You fight for your patients. Jian respects that."
"That is not true!" Honoka protested, blushing furiously. "I am a cold, heartless CEO!"
"Relax, relax," Mei Lin chuckled. "I am just messing with you. We researched all about you. We know about the orphanage donations. We know about the pro bono surgeries. You save people. That counts."
Akira listened, tapping his pipe against his knee. He looked at Mei. She didn't look like a trophy wife. She looked like a soldier.
"Can I ask something?" Akira spoke up, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Something I've been dying to ask since we landed?"
Mei Lin glanced at him. "Go ahead, Little Phoenix."
"This relationship," Akira gestured vaguely with his pipe toward the space where the other wives had been. "How does it work? Does it feel... I don't know, wrong? To share him? And no, I am not judging you. I am just trying to understand the mechanics. Is it a quirk thing? Or is he just that charming?"
Honoka stiffened. "Akira! That's rude! You can't ask someone about their marriage!"
However, Mei Lin didn't take offense. She didn't scorn him. She just smiled softly.
"Because, honey," she said simply, "we asked for it."
Akira blinked. "Really?"
Honoka leaned forward, equally curious. Even Nia seemed invested in the gossip.
"When he took us in," Mei Lin explained, "we were just five struggling women. Orphans. Outcasts. Failures. The dregs of society that the hero system had left behind."
She tapped the steering wheel rhythmically.
"I was an underground fighter with too many concussions and no future. I was fighting in illegal quirk rings just to pay for food. He found me in a ditch after a bad loss, healed me, and made me his Head of Security because he liked my hook punch. He gave me a job, not a handout."
"The Fourth and Fifth wives — the twins, Li Na and Li Wei — were brilliant coders who were being hunted by a syndicate for hacking the wrong bank. They were terrified girls living in an internet café. Jian bought their debt, threatened the syndicate, and made them the leads of the Tech Team."
"Yu Yan, the Second wife, was a disgraced accountant who was framed for embezzlement. She became his Secretary. And Xiaoqing, the Third... she was just kind. She was a nurse who had been fired for treating patients who were considered villains. She took care of all of us when we were broken. She became the unofficial head of our family, and it sometimes gets to the point that she treats us like kids. Like jezz, chill woman."
Mei Lin's voice softened, filled with a deep, abiding affection.
"He took us in when we were nothing. At first, we too thought he would just make us do the creepy stuff all the rich guys tried to do before. We expected a harem in the worst sense. We expected to be used."
She chuckled, shaking her head.
"But he didn't. He didn't touch us. He barely looked at us. He just gave us work, and a purpose. He gave us dignity. Heck, I even tried to throw myself at him one night because I thought that was the 'payment' he wanted, but that fucker just ignored me! Like, seriously ignored me! He gave me a blanket and told me to get some sleep. I began to think he might be gay."
Akira smirked. Just like Dad. The classic oblivious protagonist.
"But eventually," Mei Lin said, "we fell in love. Not with his money. With him. With the man who remembered our birthdays, who defended us, and who built a castle so we would never be cold again. But he said he couldn't choose. He said choosing one would mean abandoning the others, and he refused to abandon anyone ever again."
"So," she shrugged, "we told him not to choose. We held a meeting. We decided. We told him to take all of us. Or none of us."
"We began with me," she counted. "Then Yu Yan. Then Xiaoqing. And finally, the twins. It took six years to complete the set. Six years of building trust."
She looked at Akira in the mirror, her eyes fierce and loyal.
"And even after six years... me and my sisters love that idiot as much as we did on the first day. He is our sun. And we are his stars. We protect him, and he shines for us."
The car went silent.
It wasn't the silence of judgment. It was the silence of respect.
Akira nodded slowly. It wasn't a trope. It wasn't a fetish. It was a family forged in fire, just like his own. It was a survival story that had turned into love story.
"Happy to hear that," Akira said sincerely. "You all deserve each other. It sounds... solid."
Mei Lin smiled at him. "Thank you. Not many people understand. They are quick to judge."
She turned her attention back to the road as the massive, spiraling Celestial Tower came into view, piercing the Shanghai skyline like a needle made of diamond.
"We're here," she announced. "The Celestial Tower."
Meanwhile, Honoka was sweating heavily. She was fanning herself with her hand. She looked at her son — handsome, powerful, rich, charming, and apparently very open-minded about polyamory.
Oh god, Honoka thought, panic rising in her chest. Please don't get stupid ideas. I can't afford the headace of five weddings. Nezu would have a stroke coordinating the seating charts.
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