When Qin Feng arrived at the third street, the two women were already enjoying a large helping of spicy marinated fish head. "Hey, hey, why didn't you leave me any? Ugh, now there's just bones left!" Qin Feng looked utterly disappointed, picking up fish bones with his chopsticks and struggling to find even a single piece of meat. The female assistant blushed slightly and said, "You came a little late, so we couldn't leave any for you." This deeply upset Qin Feng. After all these years, even if he hadn't grown tired of it, he should have been able to withstand the temptation—was it really the legendary case of food competition? Fang Fang lowered her head and whispered, "Today, Dad really outdid himself—the flavor was absolutely excellent. Plus, the fish head was incredibly fresh, specially purchased by my mom from deep-sea butterfly fish at a high price. It was truly delicious." The beautiful CEO glanced at him with a charming expression, pulled out a tissue, wiped her lips as she said, "You can't have both fish and a beautiful woman—either you're cozy with the policewoman or you enjoy the meal. Heaven's really fair." Qin, startled, asked, "How do you know that?" Mei Hui reached up and grabbed his ear, twisting him gently while lowering her voice, "Next time, when you've finished sneaking meals, you'll have to clean up—there's still lipstick on your lips. How will you explain that?" He blushed deeply, "It's not what you imagine at all! I was almost ruined by her—do you know how tense it was back then..." Well, the more he explained, the worse it got. So he simply turned around and called out, "Uncle Fang, could we get another fish head? I haven't even had a chance to eat one yet!" Fang replied, "Fang Fang's mom bought a butterfly fish—would you like a carp head instead?" How could river fish possibly compare to sea fish? My life is truly a series of hardships! Well, at least it's better than nothing What bothered him was behind, and the carp head dish was brought to the table. Both women lifted their chopsticks at the same time, each taking a bite, then offered their assessment simultaneously: "It's much worse than before!" Qin Da now found himself in a dilemma—either to eat or to pass it up. Fortunately, the other dishes were quite good, and thus he was finally satisfied with his meal. "With that, Wu Tianyu clenched his fists tightly and said, 'Uncle, don't worry—definitely, I won't let the young Qin get away with it! I truly regret not having done enough for my uncle and my cousin. I've already arranged for them to join Wu Group, where their income will be thirty times what they earned during their military service.' Wu Dong smiled warmly and said, 'That's exactly what we should do. After all, they stepped in for you, and that's why they've suffered. Tianyu, when handling matters, you need to be strategic—not just forceful. I won't stop you from seeking revenge, but you must apply strategy, understand?' Wu Tianyu managed a smile and replied, 'Please rest assured—I won't act impulsively anymore. The Qin boy will soon face serious trouble!' Wu Dong nodded and offered a thoughtful smile, saying, 'I'll support you. First, we'll dismantle his company, and then we'll take on the man himself.' ... The young Qin sat in the passenger seat, while Mei Hui drove. He had just finished drinking two bottles of beer, and for safety's sake, the beautiful CEO wouldn't let him drive." "From now on, remember—never drive after drinking!" The beautiful CEO didn't forget to educate him on the way. He mumbled, "Even if I'm completely drunk, I'll still drive better than you. I've had specialized training—drinking a little is nothing. My best trick? Driving while asleep!" Mei Hui was about to get off, when he suddenly grasped her wrist and whispered, "Calm down!" "But he looks quite serious—what if he dies?" Mei Hui said, her voice filled with anxiety. Qin, the young man, smiled and replied, "Just wait—he'll soon jump up on his own." As he spoke, he once again leaned out of the window, deliberately speaking loudly, "He's not dead yet! I can see his stomach moving. He's definitely severely injured. If we take him to the hospital, it'll cost a fortune. Instead, let's reverse and crush him. That way, we'll have a smaller payout. Reverse, aim carefully, and try to crush him in one go!" While speaking, he had already helped Mei Hui shift into reverse gear. The large vehicle began to move backward, and the beautiful CEO stared at him, puzzled. If it weren't for his persistent nods, she would have pressed the brake pedal firmly long before. As the wheels drew closer, the man could no longer pretend—he scrambled to his feet, hands and knees, and stood by the roadside shouting, "Murdering people! Is anyone there? Come out and settle this!" The strength and conviction in his voice sounded nothing like someone who had just been hit. Qin Feng explained, "It's all a act! He deliberately appeared severely injured, but in fact, he wasn't hurt at all. He was lying on the ground pretending to be knocked over—classic 'faking an accident' behavior." Mei Hui was suddenly enlightened; the performance was truly convincing. The drama was far from over. This street wasn't very busy during the day, and at night it was nearly empty—yet after that man's outburst, seven or eight people emerged, both men and women. They began to accuse Mei Hui and Qin Feng of murder, claiming they had personally witnessed the entire incident. "Get off the vehicle and come down! How can you sit there and claim you didn't see anything?" One even held out their phone, filming the two inside the car continuously. The man who just now still had energy and vigor now found himself sitting on the ground again, clutching his legs and whimpering, "My legs are broken, and several of my ribs too—don't let them leave! Please, stand up for me!" Mei Hui was about to object when Qin Feng stopped her, saying, "It's clear they're working together—there's no point in trying to reason with them." "Then what should we do?" "The evil will be worn down by the evil, hehe!" Qin, the young nobleman, smiled and opened the door of his car.