?Mobile reading All employees were eyeing Qin Feng and Mei Hui with admiration. The beautiful CEO was the beloved of all male employees—the goddess in everyone's heart. To be favored by her, Qin Feng naturally became a source of envy. Qin Feng had shown outstanding promise from a young age and was the heir to the largest shareholding in the Qin Group. Though he had only recently joined the company, he had already become a fantasy figure for many female employees. As long as he wished, countless girls would come forward to express their interest. To be held in his arms was a dream for many girls, so they also admired Mei Hui. As for jealousy or resentment—after all, one was the company's young heir and the other the Executive CEO, both of whom were at the very pinnacle of the organization—would such emotions even matter? Back in the office, the beautiful CEO's face was so flushed it seemed she could drip with water. She had already started a relationship with the young heir so quickly—her greatest fear was the criticism from others. Qin Feng didn't care at all. He had already planned to step back and take a hands-off role—once Qin Wei's shares were officially registered under his name, he'd immediately step down. Killing people and handling family matters? He could manage that. But running a business? He genuinely didn't see himself as a business person. Rather than staying idle here, he'd much prefer to stay at home and just nap. No one else in this building pushes open the door without knocking—except Hou Bao. The old man's eyes were blazing red, clearly having worked through the night. When he saw Qin Feng, he first paused slightly in surprise, then broke into a warm smile: "Everyone's here! That's wonderful—now I won't have to give each of you a separate update. Good news: our new eco-friendly engine has been successfully developed. Since last night, I've conducted a series of simulation experiments, and the results have been excellent!" So far, more than a dozen automobile manufacturers—among them several world-renowned brands—have chosen gearboxes produced by Qin Group. Mei Hui set down the document she was reading, stood up, and clapped her hands excitedly, saying, "Excellent! As soon as the new engine is launched, the automotive industry will undergo a revolutionary transformation!" Qin Feng didn't understand what the two were saying anymore. Isn't it currently all about new energy? Why is the engine still so popular? He had no idea that the so-called new energy was merely a slogan—under this vibrant slogan, the products developed were all visually appealing but practically useless. More pragmatic manufacturers still focused on traditional automotive technology, and merely launching one or two hybrid models was considered a significant achievement. The three of them took the elevator down to the underground laboratory, during which Hou Bao spoke nonstop, never pausing for a single second. A machine that Qin Feng couldn't understand stood on the track simulating a real highway. The only thing he could grasp was that the engine had six cylinders—two more than the usual. The father and daughter discussed the machine's details, and Qin Feng simply couldn't contribute. After a while, Hou Bao suddenly remarked, "Xiao Hui, I feel like you're different today compared to usual." Mei Hui was fully focused on the machine and casually replied, "Really? I don't feel any different at all." Hou Bao stroked his white beard, studied her from head to toe, and shook his head, saying, "Indeed, you're different—there's a significant change compared to yesterday!" Both Mei Hui and Qin Feng felt a sudden jolt in their hearts—was it finally noticed by the old man? Could it really be that remarkable? Even the legendary "gold-dog eyes" in the tales couldn't be that powerful! They overlooked one thing—the old man had been a seasoned thief for several decades in his youth, so his keen eye was no ordinary one. As the saying goes, "the older one gets, the sharper and more alert they become." With his dry daughter Mei Hui always under his watchful eye, he naturally noticed any subtle changes. The beautiful CEO blushed, offering an excuse: "Perhaps I didn't sleep well last night—I worked very late yesterday." As she spoke, she didn't fail to glare at Qin Feng. Hou Bao shook his head both hands and shoulders, "No, I've seen you work late many times before. It's not like this. It's as if—well, as if someone..." He had originally intended to say "had his first time," but hesitated at the last moment, feeling it would be too intimate with Qin Feng present. He didn't want to embarrass the young man. Mei Hui was startled, and even Qin Feng was taken aback—how could such a subtle shift go unnoticed by the old man? Both of their reactions were clearly visible to him, especially Mei Hui, who now blushed so deeply her face looked like a ripe apple. Hou Bao stared at the two of them, suddenly shouting, "Are you two really serious? Xiao Hui, you said you worked late yesterday—I went up to find you at night, but you weren't there. How could you have worked at all?" The beautiful CEO nearly buried her face in her chest, looking completely helpless. Qin Feng smiled sadly, holding his ground and saying, "Master Hou, it's not exactly what you imagined. I've been... well, I've been..." "Done! Now you're calling her 'Hui'er'? Didn't you still call her 'Hui-jie' yesterday?" The old man grabbed his collar and shouted, "Rabbits don't eat grass from their own yard—how about you, you're not even a rabbit! So, what are you going to do about Xiao Hui?" Qin Feng had never experienced such a situation before. In the past, when it came to women, everything had been mutual and pleasant—never once had he been asked to meet the family, let alone questioned by them. Men, after all, had responsibilities to fulfill. With a serious expression, he said, "Master Hou, please rest assured—I will treat Hui'er well "Hou Bao shouted hysterically. 'Future father-in-law, isn't that enough?' Qin Feng had truly gone all out. 'Hehe, that's exactly what I wanted to hear!' Right away, Hou Bao made a complete 180-degree turn, loosened Qin Feng's collar, and then smiled warmly as he helped him straighten his clothes, saying, 'I always thought so—how could Wei's son be so irresponsible. Since you've personally committed to taking care of Xiao Hui, I can only wish you both well.' Qin Feng felt like he'd been played. Man, was he really being outwitted by this old man?