Facing each other, neither of them knew what to say. "Hey, Huai, just give me a gentle pinch," Qin Feng suggested. He truly hoped this was all a dream—something he was imagining. But then he realized: even if it were a dream, the person he'd imagined would surely be Fang Fang. How could it be a beautiful, accomplished CEO? Mei Hui was just as stunning as Fang Fang, and even more refined in her grace—like a snow lotus blooming atop a snow-capped mountain, pure and radiant. This very grace was a double-edged sword: it stirred deep admiration, yet also made him feel self-conscious. Anyone who's seen the men at Qin Group knows this—everyone harbored their admiration, but no one dared to take the first step. Fang Fang, on the other hand, was more approachable and less reserved. As a down-to-earth, modest woman, she never made people feel intimidated. Qin Feng never felt nervous in front of Mei Hui, and in terms of life experience, he didn't fall far short of her. But he was only twenty after all—liking Mei Hui was one thing, but accepting her required a process. So, in his subconscious, he preferred to start by accepting Fang Fang. The beautiful president’s expression immediately changed: “What do you mean?” “Not at all, not at all. I don’t know what I’ve done exactly. I just woke up and now it’s like this—I…” Qin Feng stammered, struggling to express himself. Mei Hui pouted: “Are you questioning the authenticity of what’s happening right now?” Qin Feng nodded. “Alright. Then I can clearly tell you that you can treat this entirely as a fiction—without any sense of guilt. Just as if nothing ever happened. You remain the company’s young heir, I stay as acting president, and our relationship will remain unchanged…” “Hui-jie, please don’t say any more. I, Qin Feng, am not someone who avoids responsibility. Qin Feng interrupted her, opening his arms to embrace her and saying seriously into her ear, "I can't possibly act as if nothing has happened. Sister Hui, please rest assured—I'll take full responsibility for you." The beautiful CEO's tears spilled uncontrollably, and her tone rose noticeably: "What do you mean you have to take responsibility? Do we even have a solid emotional foundation? How are you going to be responsible to me? Instead of forcing yourself, why not just treat it as if nothing ever happened? Get up, let go of me." Qin Feng sighed with a smile, struggling to recall what had happened before, when suddenly a phrase popped into his mind. He chuckled, releasing her—how could he possibly let go? His member was still inside her! How could she be free just by letting go of his hands? Since she's already my woman, and I'm your first man, she's going to have to be my devoted wife. I think it's time I firmly established my authority as a husband! Mei Hui stared at the man pressing down on her, utterly startled—his smile was so cunning, it could truly be described as eerie. "Xiao Feng, listen carefully," she said, "I am absolutely not Qin Uncle's lover, nor is my relationship with Hou Bo anything like a foster daughter. My sister remains chaste to this day—please remember that." He repeated her words verbatim, even though at that moment he had lost his ability to think independently; yet those words remained deeply etched in his memory. The beautiful CEO was momentarily stunned—she hadn't expected the charming young man to take her statement so seriously. "Ah, Hui'er," Qin Feng said, his tone now different, his hands gliding gently over her smooth, silk-like skin as he smiled, "you still intend to object, don't you? Perhaps our beginning wasn't the most perfect, but I firmly believe we will achieve a truly wonderful outcome." When years have passed and we're all old, and we look back on this moment together, won't you find it interesting—or even legendary?" Following his words, the beautiful CEO genuinely paused and thought about it, instantly adopting a youthful, shy expression. Winning over women was one of Qin Feng's strongest skills. As an accomplished assassin, he had deeply studied human psychology, making it a mandatory subject to guide people naturally to follow his points of view. He added more depth: "I promise you'll feel truly happy." Mei Hui grabbed his neck tightly, shaking him while fiercely saying, "Qiong, you must swear to me that you'll never make fun of this again. Otherwise, I'll fight you to the death." That settled it. Qin Feng immediately pledged solemnly, "Hui'er, you can rest assured—I swear." "Hmph, that's much better!" Mei Hui released her grip. "Now, call me 'husband'!" Qin Feng asked with a mischievous smile. "No way—I'm too embarrassed!" Mei Hui's face turned crimson. She had always regarded Qin Feng as her younger brother, and if her adoptive father found out about this, it would surely be even more embarrassing. "Not calling you, is it?" Qin Feng began to play mischief, wrapping his arms around her waist and engaging in a swift series of movements. The speed wasn't without skill—his adherence to the nine shallow, one deep principle remained unwavering. Mei Hui, with no experience at all, was no match for him; under the relentless assault, she kept blinking rapidly and couldn't help but shout out in frustration. Fortunately, the office door was closed; otherwise, even the best sound insulation would have carried the noise down to the floor below. Half an hour later, after a deep roar, Qin Feng finally came to a stop. The elegant CEO was left gasping for breath, glared at him, and scoffed, "You're nothing but a beast—never mind whether I can bear it, you only care about yourself." While gently kissing the delicate lobe of her ear, Qin Feng said, "How could that be? I've been watching you the entire time. I'm certain I'll finish before you can't take it anymore." "So the length of time really depends entirely on your endurance," she said. "And you still say, 'I'll kill you!' " The force with which Mei Hui hit him was no more than a gentle tickle, and after only a few strikes, she grew tired and could no longer lift her arms. They lay together on the sofa, quietly listening to each other's heartbeats. After a while, regaining some strength, she asked softly, "We're already like this. What about Fang Fang? What do you plan to do about her?" "By the way, you said you were bringing Fang Zhao over as an intern assistant—why hasn't she come to work here yet?" Qin Feng began shifting the topic. "Really, you're already eager to see her, are you?" Mei Hui said with a clear hint of jealousy. "Well, she won't start until next month. We need to give her time to handle her current responsibilities. Directly transferring someone like that isn't our usual practice—otherwise, we'd end up with a mess to clean up."