?Reading on mobile phone Qin Feng's office is adjacent to the chairman's office. Mei Hui originally intended to offer her own office to him. However, he naturally declined, though he has been showing great dedication lately. In his heart, he still harbors the intention of being a hands-off manager. If he's going to be hands-off, why should he occupy the best office space—wouldn't that be a waste? After all, an office of several dozen square meters has already been sufficient for him. He has turned this space into his practice room. Indeed, he is currently seated cross-legged on the sofa, meditating. Over several days of practice, he has clearly noticed a significant enhancement in his internal energy flow, which has imbued his entire body with a sense of explosive strength. The most noticeable benefit of this practice is his improved reaction speed—this became evident when handling Sun Kui and his group of younger associates. Sun Kui is actually a more skilled martial artist than Chen Hu. While defeating him is no great challenge for Qin Feng, achieving a decisive victory in a single move is far from easy. Sun Kui was able to be resolved in just one move, thanks to his sharp reaction and his precise timing in launching the attack—this was what made it possible. Mei Hui, who had been busy handling work tasks just a few desks away, felt an abundance of energy from the very beginning. Usually, she’d be exhausted by mid-afternoon, falling into a crash by then. But now, it was already 3 p.m., and she still felt completely refreshed. Was it because of the lunch meeting she shared with Qin Feng, which had stirred a little excitement in her heart? Mei Hui certainly didn’t believe that explanation. She’d seen many handsome men—some even with high emotional and intellectual intelligence—and none of them had ever truly captured her attention. She didn’t know that Qin Feng’s presence, practicing Qi just across the way, had drawn all the surrounding spiritual energy into that area, greatly benefiting her. Not only Mei Hui, but the staff on the lower floor also felt unusually energized. In the underground lab, Hou Bao was looking at a piece of equipment with growing curiosity, murmuring to himself, “What’s going on? It keeps displaying strange signals.” What on earth is this odd signal? Could it be coming from extraterrestrials? He trusted this device completely—it was always the first to detect any unusual radio waves, and it also served as a radar system capable of spotting any object in flight within a hundred kilometers. The device showed that the signal was very close, yet it couldn't pinpoint its origin. In the end, he simply concluded that the world is full of wonders, and there are countless mysteries that humans still haven't yet unraveled. With ample energy, Mei Hui had finished her work ahead of schedule. She stretched, glanced at the clock on the wall opposite, and saw it was only 4:30—still quite early for her to leave. Since she had so much time, why not take a look at what Qin Feng was up to? She stood up and walked toward the door. In a soft beige business skirt, black tights, and crystal heels, she effortlessly showcased her flawless figure. At the Qin Group, Mei Hui is universally recognized as the top beauty, and with her role as the acting CEO, she has become a goddess in the hearts of all male employees. She is described as efficient, calm, wise, mentally agile, and fair in her dealings. With her heels tapping in a light, rhythmic pace, her waist flowing like a water snake, and her hips swaying gracefully from side to side, her silhouette is truly breathtaking. Unfortunately, due to the scarcity of people working in the upper-level offices, this stunning image rarely comes into view. She raises her delicate hand and lightly taps the door with the slightly curved joint of her index finger. Tap-tap-tap... There's no response inside. Qin Feng is practicing his qi cultivation, in a state of clear awareness, making it difficult for him to speak. "Has he perhaps gone out to enjoy himself?" Mei Hui knows well that he's indifferent to business events. To confirm her thought, she simply places her hand on the door handle and presses it downward. Click— the latch emits a crisp sound—and she pushes the door open, stepping inside. Mei Hui's eyes first settled on the office desk, where indeed the chair behind it was empty. "This boy—really... ah..." When she saw Qin Feng sitting cross-legged on the sofa, she was startled, her face instantly turning pale. Qin Feng's eyes were closed, his expression serene. His hands were folded over his legs, and a gentle flow of energy seemed to circulate around him, rotating slowly in a steady rhythm. Qin Feng had actually sensed Mei Hui's approach long before, but as he was deep in the crucial phase of cultivating his internal energy, stopping abruptly would have caused significant bodily strain. Mei Hui took a deep breath and walked over, waving her hand in front of him. Seeing no response, she murmured with growing concern, "Is it illness? Don't scare me, Xiao Feng—what's wrong with you?" "Speak up! Don't just scare me like this!" Mei Hui's genuine concern had turned into anxiety. As she observed more carefully, however, she could clearly see that Qin Feng's complexion was normal and his breathing steady—how could he possibly be in danger? Regarding the matter of receiving the divine inheritance, Qin Feng had never disclosed it to Hou Bao or Mei Hui—just as Hou Bao would never tell him exactly how many treasures he had secretly taken. People naturally hold secrets. Mei Hui was deeply concerned, even considering calling an ambulance; she simply gave his shoulder a gentle pat beforehand. Qin Feng had been silently enduring the strain, vowing never again to meditate in the office, and at the very least, he would lock the door to avoid interruptions. Fortunately, the qi flow had just happened to be positioned precisely at his shoulders. When struck by an external force, it immediately lost control and began to surge erratically. Disaster! When the qi flowed smoothly, it warmed the areas it passed through, creating a comforting sensation. Once it lost control, however, the path it took became painfully painful. Qin Feng’s practice of qi cultivation was entirely self-taught through memory, far from being proficient or fully developed, and he had no experience handling such a situation. Even more serious, the qi flowed in several distinct streams, making it extremely difficult to manage them all. Qin Feng was panicked. While one stream of energy was manageable, facing five or six at once, he didn't know which one to attack first. This delay only made matters worse—another stream of energy surged toward his head, moving swiftly. Boom— As the energy flowed into his brain, he felt as though his head had exploded, and his subjective consciousness vanished instantly. Sitting on the sofa, he suddenly opened his eyes, his black pupils now glowing an eerie red. Mei Hui was startled. Now she was certain Qin Feng had truly been injured—but she realized, with growing disbelief, that she herself was the very cause of this crisis. "What's wrong with you, Xiao Feng? Call for help—ah!" Mei Hui's words trailed off halfway as he surged upward and crashed to the floor. At that moment, Qin Feng desperately needed an outlet for his pent-up energy. Mei Hui was the most natural choice. With her mature body and fragrant scent, and with his own consciousness now reduced to the most primal impulses, he felt only the raw, instinctual drive. He began wildly tearing at her clothes, ignoring the beautiful CEO's repeated cries. Didn't it seem remarkable how things often work out? Today, both vice presidents were on leave, the assistant had gone to human resources, and in this room, aside from her and Qin Feng, there was no one else. As a young woman, how could Mei Hui possibly stand up to Qin Feng? Though she struggled fiercely, her outer garment was soon torn into fragments, revealing her fair skin and her white lace underdress.