After many years, you drive a Bentley to go to school, practice flying planes during the summer vacation, and the other woman secretly gets pregnant, insisting on marrying you.

With the weather of your forties, your villa is spacious and cool; for every meal you have to take a small sip of a cup of Feitian Moutai from before 2000. You often set up dates with new young models, and you get so exhausted that at night, you hide alone on the balcony, smoke, and stare into the distance.
And the reason all of this happens is simply that on July 15, 2026, you bottom-picked Hisilicon, and jumped off a building—only to land a great chance at a good baby.