?Mobile reading Qin Feng called Fang Fang with a mixture of doubt. E-book (txt02.com) Fang Meiren was busy, and picked up the phone: "Mr. Chairman, I'm nearly overwhelmed. If it were anyone else calling, I'd definitely refuse to answer." Qin, the young magnate, smiled and asked, "What are you working on? You just took over the assistant position, right? Are you really that busy? Are the older employees treating you unfairly? Don't they know how to support new staff?" Fang Meiren pouted: "How can the boss treat his own team like that? We're currently finalizing the draft proposal for our collaboration with Tong Yong Company. Mr. Mei personally entrusted this task to us—his trusted team. Honestly, Mr. Chairman, if there's no urgent matter, I'm going to hang up right now. I'm absolutely swamped!" Qin quickly said, "Don't hang up. I've come to you with something important." Fang Fang, I'm asking you—don't you have a sister? That is, my future sister-in-law. What's her name? Could you also describe her appearance a bit? Fang, a little startled: "How come you suddenly ask about my sister? I told you not to even think about her—she's still so young, only fifteen! "What are you thinking about? Right in front of me, there's a young girl claiming to be my sister, and it's only because of her that I called you to verify!" Qin, the young man, looked utterly exasperated. In your eyes, isn't my brother just as beastly? All I wanted to know was her name and her looks—what's all the fuss about? Fang chuckled nervously: "Ah, like that! I was completely caught off guard—thought you were going to make a move on Fang Fei! Her name is Fang Fei, fifteen years old, very cute—so adorable, in fact—and... and she's really well-developed, her bust even surpassing mine... Wait, that doesn't make sense. She should be attending school, right? Where exactly did you see her?" Qin Da's gaze fell on the tall, trembling chest of the young girl, who had been shaking from fear. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead as he thought: This whole mess has gone way beyond ordinary—truly, it's his own younger sister-in-law! Now, what should he do next? The girl had not only been terrified but had personally witnessed his brother's entire killing process. How could he make it seem as though nothing had happened at all? If she told her parents and especially her sister Fang Fang about this, Fang's family would surely be in uproar. It would be quite extraordinary indeed if the whole family agreed for their daughter to continue pursuing a relationship with him. "Ah, we actually met right at the school gate—it was truly a coincidence! The young girl didn't believe I was her future brother-in-law. How about this—send me a photo of her?" Qin Feng poured out every ounce of charm, speaking in a pathetically sweet tone: "Fangfang, hurry up and send me a photo—there's absolutely no need to feel shy. Just give me a kiss as a reward, a little peck!" Fang was so delighted she couldn't help but immediately send over a photo of her sister. When Qin Feng saw the picture, he could only shake his head with a sigh, turning to the little girl still crying and saying, "Future sister-in-law, please stop crying! This is all a misunderstanding—did you really think you had to follow me around like that? You didn't even stay at school properly, did you? I nearly had to kill you off as a bad person—how dramatic!" Fang wiped her tears while saying, "You're the villain! You're the murderer! I'm telling my sister right away—she's cutting off all ties with you!" Qin, the young nobleman, blinked in surprise, "You dare?" Flirting was his strong suit, but when it came to this still-growing young girl, he simply had no experience. If he were willing to use the same gentle approach he used with his sister to calm her down, it would certainly work—but deep down, he just wasn't ready to do it that way. He didn't know what to do. Fang Fei had grown braver, pointing at him and shouting, "Even if you kill me, my sister won't forgive you! You're a murderer, a criminal, a dull-witted fool, a colorless wolf, a con man...!" Qin Feng was stunned by the barrage of words that, though deeply complimentary, had never before been used to describe him. How had he failed to notice this? He narrowed his eyes and growled fiercely, "If you keep calling me that, I'll actually kill you! And I'll do it—first J, then kill, then J again, then kill again, and so on! After all, once you're dead, no one will know it was me who did it. I'll shift the blame entirely onto the man I just killed. Believe me?" Fang Fang was instantly startled, clutching her mouth with both hands, staring at him in sheer fear. Qin, the young lord, pursed his lips and sniffed, "Now that's what I like to hear. What's the point of crying? You're such a lovely young lady—your face is practically turning into a little kitten's. Listen, I'm telling you, my future brother-in "How could she possibly believe that? Qin Feng was the one who fired first from the very beginning—no one's good or bad was clearly marked on their faces. Just say you're good, and there you go! Qin Feng reached out to pull her up, but the young girl slipped away. 'Look at it yourself,' said Qin the young lord, 'I truly am a good person!' He finally tossed his officer's ID at her. The young girl examined it carefully, even shining it in the sunlight for a while, then suddenly asked, 'When was this issued?' 'Just a few days ago!' Qin the young lord replied without hesitation. Fang Fei looked satisfied, muttering, 'It must be fake—don't try to fool me. There are so many phone numbers for issuing IDs on the streets.' Qin Feng was so furious he nearly fainted, mentally screaming over and over again that his brother was a good man—no matter what the past had been, he was definitely one now! Whee! Whee! A line of police cars arrived, led by officer Shu Yajing, who had already been notified by Qin Feng before he even began fighting the dragon. As soon as the police arrived, Fang Fei seemed to find her footing, leaping straight up from the ground and grabbing the officer’s hand, delivering a relentless stream of criticisms that completely undermined Qin Feng. Shu, the young officer, listened to the young woman’s consistently vivid adjectives and couldn’t help but look satisfied. Qin Feng expressed his helplessness—yes, he admitted there was a misunderstanding with his sister-in-law, but when had he ever made Shu unhappy? How could she possibly feel vindicated? Regardless, his good-natured reputation was finally confirmed by Shu. Shu led her colleagues to investigate the scene, while Qin Feng straightened his posture and walked toward Fang Fei. Fang Fei was startled, retreating all the way to the side of the car, with nowhere left to go. “Thank me,” Qin Feng said, fixing his sister-in-law with a steady gaze, “for not telling Fang Fang about your absence from class! Get in the car—I’ll drive you back to school. If you dare to refuse, I’ll call your sister right away!” Fang Fei pouted, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Don't cry, or I'll call your sister!" "Alright, I won't be harsh on you, will I? Just don't cry—your brother-in-law really cares for you. I've even lied and said I met you at the school gate. How am I supposed to help you with that?" "Dear younger sister, dear Feifei, let your brother-in-law make up for his mistake—will you forgive him?" "Your brother-in-law will take you to eat something delicious and buy you some beautiful clothes—how does that sound?" "As long as you don't cry, I'm willing to go all out—let's skip class together. Isn't that settled?"