That night, Lu Liang didn’t stay overnight at the club; after getting a spa, he greeted Old Meng and left.

He went back to the city and didn’t go to Wang Chuting’s house but instead went to the Green City Puhwan where Su Wanyu lived.

He hadn’t seen his daughter for a while. From Su Wanyu’s recent posts on social media, it seemed the little one had learned to walk.

He arrived home after midnight. Although it was late and Su Wanyu usually went to bed early, the little one clearly hadn’t developed the habit yet.

As soon as he opened the door, he heard the crisp sound of a bell from the baby room, and Lu Liang’s lips curved into a gentle smile.

It’s a custom from their hometown; when a child learns to walk, they put a small bell on her wrist.

According to superstitions, it has the power to ward off evil spirits, but Lu Liang thinks it’s mainly for security.

Because children are very curious about the world, especially after they learn to walk; they always want to measure every inch with their legs.

And parents can’t always keep an eye on them, so wearing a little silver bell helps with sound positioning.

Lu Liang tiptoed to the baby room and through the crack in the door saw Su Wanyu lying on the carpet like a young girl.

She was propping her face up with her hands, her calves swinging up and down, negotiating with the little one who was crawling and walking: "Baby, aren’t you sleepy yet? Mommy is so tired~"

"Kun Kun~~"

The little one smiled broadly, her gums showing.

She couldn’t speak yet but had learned to mimic the last sound of every adult sentence.

The little one pulled a toy rabbit, wobbling as she walked over to Su Wanyu, then plopped directly onto her back.

Su Wanyu, delighted, turned over and held the little one in her arms, gently patting her bottom and humming a lullaby.

It was like a spy movie. She lightly tugged on the toy rabbit in the little one’s hands.

If she couldn’t pull it away, it meant the little one wasn’t asleep, so she continued patting her bottom until she could easily pull the toy away.

Su Wanyu let out a long breath, carefully picked up the little one, ready to put her back in the crib.

But it seemed maternal instinct had a sudden outbreak. She stared at the little one’s chubby cheeks, her lips curling into a silly smile.

The voice was soft, but Lu Liang heard it: "Is this little thing really born by me?"

Lu Liang chuckled, couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Su Wanyu shivered, and the little one almost woke up.

She hurriedly patted the little bottom again, while twisting her head to give Lu Liang a reproachful glare.

Only after the little one fell into a deep sleep did she carefully put her back into the crib, leaving a soft light and shutting the door.

"Could you have done it by yourself?"

Lu Liang reached out and wrapped his arm around Su Wanyu’s neck, their interactions increasingly resembling that of an old married couple.

Su Wanyu hummed, raised her elbow and lightly tapped Lu Liang’s chest: "When did you come back?"

"Went to Xiangjiang a few days ago, returned to Modu at noon."

Lu Liang held her, lying straight on the sofa, playing with her delicate fingers: "Where are the two aunties?"

"Aunt Liu took leave for a few days, and I told Aunt Zhang to rest in her room since she needs to care for Siqing at midnight."

Su Wanyu wiggled her toes, kicked off her slippers, wrapped both arms around Lu Liang’s waist, curling completely into his embrace.

Her face flushed red suddenly, and she whispered: "I think I’m pregnant again."

Lu Liang was thrilled, asked eagerly: "When did this happen?"

"Not very sure yet."

Technically, she should have had her period last week, but it didn’t come.

However, it could also be due to being busy with her doctoral thesis, so stressed that her body is slightly out of balance.

"A beauty and a genius of Tongji University, a Ph.D. thesis should be a piece of cake, it’s definitely true."

Lu Liang smiled with squinted eyes and gave her a strong kiss: "I’ll accompany you to the hospital tomorrow to check."

He treats all his children equally, regardless of their mother’s identity; he’s always their father.

Even though he won’t force them to inherit the family business, with so many kids, surely one or two might be interested in business.

Su Wanyu hummed a response, sighed deeply: "It hurts, I think I said I wouldn’t have any more kids."

"Saying is one thing, doing is another, it’s quite normal, isn’t it?" Lu Liang smiled warmly.

"You always take advantage," Su Wanyu said, hand on her belly, full of anticipation, hoping for a boy.

The next morning, Lu Liang drove and took Su Wanyu to a private high-end maternal and child hospital in Puxin Suburb.

He’d been here once before last year, and that time he came with Wang Chuting; this time it’s with Su Wanyu.

Though the doctor was the same, being a person of the world, interacted with Lu Liang like it was their first meeting.

After a set of tests, twenty minutes later, the medical report was in, confirming Su Wanyu was indeed pregnant, at three weeks.

Lu Liang did the math; during that period, they were quite active, just wanting to add a sibling to the little one.

The doctor informed them that it would take about five more weeks to check the fetus’s gender.

Lu Liang didn’t mind; after all, boys and girls are the same.

If a girl shows a business talent, he’ll nurture her wholeheartedly, just like Mr. Ren’s daughter.

Two weeks passed, no updates on the case, meaning she’d held out; now it’s just a tug-of-war.

"I hope it’s a boy."

Su Wanyu looked serious.

It’s not that she doesn’t like girls; it’s just that having both a son and a daughter is what every parent wishes for.

Lu Liang chuckled: "Don’t be too forceful with such things; if you expect too much, you’ll end up disappointed."

"Wishful thinking can shape reality," Su Wanyu suddenly clenched her little fist, with a determined look as if joining a party.

"Almost a female Ph.D. candidate, yet still so superstitious."

Lu Liang chuckled helplessly, and patted her little head: "Let’s go eat, I have to go to the company this afternoon to handle some matters."

After lunch, Lu Liang sent Su Wanyu home, and then he went to the private equity firm.

Sun Yutao ended his vacation early and returned to the company, already preparing for the settlement of the fourth phase tomorrow.

"The news of Tianxing establishing the Quantitative Fund has spread, and basically all the investors who could come are here."

He was tallying the list of invited personnel, and it was foreseeable that tomorrow would be quite a significant event.

Domestic and foreign institution leaders were flocking to attend, inevitably attracting the attention of small entrepreneurs.

Although Lu Liang didn’t take them seriously, in others’ eyes, each was a walking golden godfather.

Even letting slip a few million US dollars might change their fate and that of their businesses.

Lu Liang pondered for a moment and said: "Notify the building security to tighten management and do not let any unrelated people slip in."

An orchestrated chance meeting could bring several million in investment to a company on the brink of collapse, ultimately turning things around and growing strong, offering investors hundreds of times returns.

There indeed are such cases, but they only existed over a decade ago.

Because as the domestic economy improved, the thresholds for each industry rose higher.

Unless there is irreplaceable, non-replicable core technology, large enterprises could replicate them at any time.

And as venture capitalists, they increasingly prefer investing in experienced entrepreneurs or projects from large companies.

Unless, like Lu Liang, one relies on foresight in the financial market, grassroots rise has become legendary.

To take a step back, the representatives from institutions coming this time are all looking to share in the Quantitative Fund’s profits; they aren’t concerned with anything else.

While Lu Liang was chatting with Sun Yutao, Xu Jiawei knocked on the door from outside and informed: "Mr. Lu, Mr. Sun, Mr. Liang from Huanfang has arrived."

"Take him to the reception room next door; I’ll be there shortly."

Lu Liang said a few last words to Sun Yutao before heading to the reception room next door. Seeing Liang Wenhu, he suddenly smiled.

Unable to resist, Lu Liang advised: "Wenhu, the days ahead are long, you should restrain yourself a little."

Dark circles, sunken eyes, and slightly pale lips—a standard look of indulgence.

Liang Wenhu was taken aback, and chuckled helplessly: "Liang, Miss Fan went to the United States three days ago."

He was grateful to Lu Liang because, after that day, Fan Bingqing received an invitation for an audition for the female lead role at DC Studio.

As a result, the night before she left the country was fiery with passion, transforming into a femme fatale, unlocking many new positions voluntarily.

However, it’s been three days since Fan Bingqing went abroad, and the reason for his sluggish appearance was purely due to handling Huanfang Quantitative’s transition work in the past few days.

Huanfang Quantitative will no longer exist, becoming silent in Big A’s market, reborn to fight on the international stage as Tianxing Quantitative, leaving behind certain wrap-up tasks he had to manage personally.

With tight schedules and heavy tasks, he had no choice but to work overtime, tirelessly, and by morning at least it’s finally completed.

Lu Liang awkwardly laughed and skipped the topic, talking about raising the management scale from one hundred billion US dollars to two hundred billion US dollars.

He laughed and asked: "By doing so, the early earnings of Tianxing International Quantitative Fund are six hundred million US dollars."

"Calling you here is to ask if Huanfang Technology still has funds for further development?"

"If not, then reserve one hundred million US dollars and distribute the remaining five hundred million."

The shareholdings of Tianxing Quantitative are seventy-thirty, Tianxing can get 3.5 billion, Huanfang can get 1.5 billion.

Liang Wenhu was tongue-tied, finding it incredible: "Thinking of splitting the money before even starting, is it appropriate?"

"What’s inappropriate?" Lu Liang chuckled in response; he’s always been like this—money comes in, it’s directly split.

If not split this time, others might worry whether Tianxing Quantitative can sustain the glory of the private equity fund.

"Uh..."

Liang Wenhu was speechless, thinking that since it’s Lu Liang, even things not typically normal seem quite normal.

He said: "Huanfang Quantitative has just completed settlement; research funds are not lacking for the moment, just missing some foreign exchange."

"Alright, once the money arrives, it will be split."

Lu Liang paused for a few seconds and said, "If you have some spare money, you can just temporarily hold onto it."

The fourth phase of private equity settlement is tomorrow; the third phase will expire next February, and phase five is likely to be initiated next spring.

If Liang Wenhu wants a stake, Lu Liang can reserve a bit of share for him.

"Liang... I just don’t know how to put it..."

Liang Wenhu was taken aback, wanting to say something but hesitated, suddenly having the thought of dying for a bosom friend.

Even though he also engages in private equity funds, he still understood the principle that eggs shouldn’t be placed in one basket.

In market jargon, this is called risk hedging.

"We’re all friends, saying more becomes seeing outside."

Lu Liang wrapped his arm around Liang Wenhu’s shoulder and talked about some matters undertaken in the past few days: "After all, we are outsiders, and everyone is busy with their own things, so I found a person to manage, his name is Li Junwei, currently serving as Vice President of HSBC."

"Liang, just arrange it as you see fit; you know my ambition doesn’t lie here."

Liang Wenhu was absent-minded, already in the process of calculating how many GPUs could be bought with 1.5 billion US dollars, and how much computational power would be enhanced.

With this foreign exchange fund, the domestic artificial intelligence AI large model he had always longed for might emerge in the near future.

Lu Liang laughed: "Still, there’s something you need to care about; I plan to send Tang Caide, Director Tang from our company, to concurrently head Tianxing Quantitative’s finance department, and Huanfang should ideally appoint a deputy director for oversight."

He further said, "Recognizing relationships are one thing, but in business, numbers need to be clear; it’s good for everyone."

"Alright, I’ll assign someone over."

Liang Wenhu nodded and immediately agreed: "However, our people will primarily play a supervisory role; the powers of the finance department should be straightforwardly centered on Director Tang."

"Okay, let’s proceed as you suggested." Lu Liang said with a smile, satisfied with Liang Wenhu’s attitude.

Although he couldn’t fully bring him into the fold, their current relationship was pretty close.

Liang Wenhu understood the priorities.