Reading on smartphone: He Muqing wasn't wearing a conventional airline uniform, but one with a strong personal touch. A sea-blue double-breasted suit, the hem just reaching her waist, revealing her refined waistline and charming navel. The wide open collar exposed her already low-cut undergarments, and certainly the two full, rounded globes—those deep, captivating creases—were utterly mesmerizing. Beneath, a matching, slightly short, knee-length skirt in the same shade. Her straight, elegant legs were clad in sheer cream tights, and her feet were adorned with black high heels. Combined with her naturally forward-curving, full-figured silhouette, her refined facial features, the long, high-up hair gathered into a soft, neat chignon, and the small wool hat perched on her head, she was simply irresistible to men. With a smoky makeup look, her eyes—soft, luminous, like blooming peonies—exuded a blend of allure and youthful freshness, a quality that fundamentally stirred the desire of men to conquer her. No one could resist the allure of such a splendid girl. Qin Feng stared at her with intense, passionate eyes, repeatedly scanning her high, full breasts and slender waist, as if his gaze were eager to penetrate straight into her short skirt. "Young man, are you satisfied?" Feng smiled, showing a touch of both charm and a bit of age-related wrinkles. Qin Feng nodded, swallowing several times as he spoke, "Absolutely satisfied—please stay!" "Excellent. I hope you enjoy yourself. Now, Huo Mengqing, don't just stand there—go over and treat the handsome young man to a drink!" Feng gently pushed the slightly bashful He Mugeqing toward him. Huo Mengqing pouted slightly, slowly lifting one of her graceful legs, ready to sit down. But Qin Feng stepped in first, wrapping his arms around her slender waist, and with a firm grip, disregarded her instinctive resistance, lifting her directly onto his lap. Feng thought to herself—just a moment ago, he was pretending to be so innocent, yet now he handled the situation with such ease. These days, is there still a pure, youthful boy around? Probably have to search in the kindergarten. "Ugh!" Heave a symbolic struggle, and then He Muqing just gives in. Qin Feng's hands—both sneaky—rest one on her thigh and the other on her waist, steadily climbing upward. He Muqing grabs his hands, her eyes sparkling, softly saying, "Dear, don't rush. How about we have a drink first?" "Yes, you feed me, and then I'll drink!" Qin Feng beams, though he still hasn't quite figured out what's going on. There's one thing he can't make sense of: Shu Yajing, a principled police officer, why would she be so willing to resort to this kind of approach? Completely puzzled. Well, if she's offered it, there's no point in missing out on the advantage. He Muqing lifts her glass and brings it to Qin Feng's lips. But Qin Feng shakes his head, refusing to take a sip. "Dear, why aren't you drinking?" He Muqing asks, smiling gently. "I said, you feed me, and then I'll drink!" "Isn't she feeding you right now?" "No, no—it's the mouth-to-mouth method. Don't tell me you don't know how to do it, huh!" Already, when he started making moves, He Muqing had been quite furious. In her mind, even waitresses had their pride. She threw her wine glass down on the table and said crossly, "I'll drink if I want to!" Qin Feng smiled, "Hey, you're quite a fiery one, aren't you? That's exactly what I like—like a little chili pepper! The other girl mentioned that just chatting and drinking wasn't enough—she wanted deeper interaction. We've only just started, and you're already unhappy. How can we continue? Honestly, if I'm not pleased, I won't be paying a cent!" He Muqing took a deep breath, changed her expression, reached up and gently hooked her fingers around his neck, then breathed out a fragrant aroma, saying, "Why don't we just go straight to the final step? Why waste time here? What do you think?" "Great! I like that!" Qin Feng picked her up and carried her horizontally. "There's a dedicated room upstairs, right? Then what are we waiting for!" He Muqing's expression was slightly complex. Though she had fully prepared herself to be a cocktail server—confident and ready—when it came time to truly step into the action, she still felt a bit uncertain. Soon, the two of them entered a luxurious suite on the upper floor. Qin Feng acted as if he were desperate, wrapping his arms around her and heading straight for the bed. He Muqing pushed him away, scolding, "What's the rush? I'd like to take a shower first." Qin Feng swallowed hard, "Alright, then—go on, hurry up, I'll be waiting!" A few minutes later, He Muqing stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, while Qin Feng lay on the large bed, covered by a blanket—clearly already completely naked. "Hurry up, sweetheart! Come over to me!" Qin Feng's lustful gaze seemed determined to tear the towel off her. "Don't rush me, I'm coming!" He Mu Qing stepped toward the large bed barefoot, her two jade feet moving gracefully like a cat. Thud… The room door was forcefully slammed open from the outside, and several men in black special police uniforms rushed in. One of them shouted, “Stay still—don’t move! We’re doing a yellow sweep!” “Oh…!” He Mu Qing gasped and sank to her knees in surprise. Qin Feng stared in disbelief. Could this really be a coincidence? I’ve always sensed something off—such a high-end venue usually has strong behind-the-scenes support. How could it just happen to be swept clean of its yellow establishments? Though he’d been back in China for nearly half a month, he still wasn’t fully aware of many things—like the yellow sweep. In many European countries, it’s a legal practice, but in China, it’s strictly prohibited. To maintain harmony, officials have even given these workers a pleasant-sounding title: “female professionals who have stepped off the path.” When he first heard that name, he was thunderstruck. Were the officials really so idle? Instead of focusing on improving people’s lives, didn’t they have more pressing matters to attend to? And yet, just a yellow card—do they really need to dispatch special police units? The leading officer barked, "Take them all back!" Qin Feng finally understood why He Muqing had been looking down all along. Man, there was even someone holding a camera! Two officers stepped forward and together lifted the blanket covering him, revealing Qin Feng. The young man holding the camera quickly aimed his lens at Qin Feng, ready to capture close-ups. Where to focus? Remember, no clichés, no three-plain stuff—got it? Hehe! Sorry to disappoint you all. Under the blanket, Qin Feng was neatly dressed—everyone had been fooled by the jacket they'd been thrown on the ground. He Muqing suddenly felt like she'd been outsmarted, yet she still gave a subtle signal to one of the officers, indicating that the action should continue. While most people would cover their faces when facing the camera, Qin Feng did the opposite—he kept making a series of funny faces. To be honest, having been caught like a client was entirely new to him. When he went downstairs, he was under intense scrutiny, facing all sorts of sympathetic, triumphant glances. Two special police officers also took He Muqing away, and after they went downstairs, she and Qin Feng didn't end up on the same vehicle.