While reading on phone In the morning, Qin Feng hummed a tune as he drove Mei Hui to work, her face clearly showing signs of fatigue. Eighty-Eleven E-book "Hmm…" the beautiful CEO yawned widely, stretching her arms as she said, "You're such a bother. Never mind how much I'm tired—every time you keep me up until midnight, I don't even know when I finally fall asleep. And then, I'm always groggy the next day." He chuckled, "Well, who can blame me? You're my wife, after all, and I'm strong and healthy—especially in certain areas!" The beautiful CEO gave him a graceful, teasing look and said, "You're just too strong. I mean, little rascal, why don't you bring Fang Fang home right away? That way, she can help me out a bit." Qin, the young nobleman, shrugged, "I'd love to! But Fang Fang is such a traditional girl—she's hard to convince." Mei Hui instantly grew furious, "So you're saying I'm the one who's always loose and casual, aren't you?" Don't you forget—you treated me like a bull forced onto a bed, so why can't you apply the same approach to others?" As for that, it was an accident! Just as he was about to explain, he noticed several guys wearing sunglasses blocking the way ahead and quickly pressed the brakes. "What's going on? Give me an explanation right now!" Mei Hui was fully focused on the argument and hadn't noticed what was happening outside the windshield. Qin Feng gestured toward the front: "It's just like last night. Stay in the car and don't get out. If I'm not mistaken, it's still those same people. Our vehicle is so conspicuous, they'll surely find us easily." Only then did the young executive fully grasp the situation and said with concern, "So be careful. Don't start arguing with people just because you're annoyed—be patient and demonstrate your grace." Qin, the young noble, smiled sadly, thinking to himself that every time he'd always prefer to be courteous before taking action—how could he not, given how arrogant those people were—until he finally gave them a good scolding, otherwise he'd feel as though he'd let down the heavens themselves. Indeed, there stood the tall man who had been leading the crowd yesterday, holding a chopping blade nearly two feet long, his fury visible even through his sunglasses. "It's daylight," he said, with a sharp tone as he stepped down from the vehicle, "what do you want? It seems yesterday I wasn't strong enough—didn't manage to make you think twice!" He hid himself at the back. When things looked unfavorable, he pulled out his phone and quickly dialed a number: "Bro, it's still not working. The guys are too strong—our team can't hold their own! You'd better send people over as soon as possible." By the time he finished the call, none of the reinforcements he had summoned still stood upright. The tall man was startled, trembling as he held his knife, speaking with a shaky tone and threatening: "Don't come near me—I'll cut you to pieces! Don't come near—I'm already calling my brothers. You'll die a terrible death!" Qin, who had originally intended to deal with this man and then head to work, now felt calmer. He smiled and said, "Great, I'll wait for them! I'm really looking forward to seeing what kind of reinforcements you can bring." A few minutes later, three minivans stopped across the street. The doors opened, and a group of about a dozen tough-looking guys stepped down, each holding a rubber stick, making a grand show of confidence and authority. The guy who stepped down from the passenger seat of the first car was the most assertive. As soon as one leg cleared the door, he shouted loudly, "Who is this? Who dares to act so bold on my turf!" The man wore a motorcycle jacket and large sunglasses. Qin Feng narrowed his eyes, thinking well—every day someone shows up to be my free training partner. What a pleasure! Just as he was about to engage in a fight, the glasses-wearing man stumbled slightly, quickly removed his glasses, and adopted a humble, bowing posture, nodding and curtsying sincerely, saying, "It's Qin-san! Xiao Bao has been blind-sided—didn't realize it was one of his team members who bumped into you. Please don't mind, sir—your grace is truly admirable!" The fighters who had already prepared for a confrontation stood stunned, and the proud, tall man stood speechless—what on earth was going on? The visitor was Chen Bao, who had already witnessed Qin Feng's prowess on more than one occasion. He and his brother Chen Hu had long held Qin, the young lord, in the highest regard. Had Qin Feng not shown any interest in the underworld, these two would have surely made him their elder brother by now. "Ah, it's you," Qin Feng said, staring at Chen Bao, who was bowing low. He scoffed, "You're getting more and more absurd—how could you end up associating with someone so insincere? Do you think you can find even more unrefined people to hang out with?" Chen Bao, wiping cold sweat from his brow, replied, "Your criticism is well taken. I should have stayed away from such associates; it's been a real blow to my status. Please, Qin Lord, don't be angry. I know exactly what to do. You just go about your business—I'll handle everything from here." Qin Feng snorted, his tone cold. "The next time I catch you mingling with people like this, I'll break your leg." "Of course, I'll never do it again!" Chen Bao was so startled that he was Qin Feng got back into the car. Before closing the door, a group of thugs had already knocked down the tall man, pummeling him with punches and kicks until he was crying and pleading for mercy. The beautiful CEO looked displeased and said to him, "How come you know everyone? Shouldn't you learn that?" "Unfortunately, it's just how things are these days. If you want to make your way, you've got to interact with people from all walks of life," Qin, the young man, defended himself with a touch of self-righteousness. A few minutes later, the injured man lay curled up on the ground. Chen Bao stepped on his shoulder with one foot, spat in his face, and said fiercely, "You're blind, aren't you? You go after Qin's trouble and drag me into it too—you're literally asking for it! I'm warning you: whenever you try to play the victim on my turf again, I'll see you once and beat you senseless. Next time, you're out of here with your suitcase!" The man could only beg for mercy. His teammates were still lying in bed, originally planning to claim a fee from Qin Feng as medicine costs After the rowdies had hurriedly departed, a car stopped beside the tall man. The car's window glass automatically lowered, and Wu Tianyu leaned out, speaking to the man lying beneath: "If you want to take revenge, just call me—I can help you. Go now and see to your injuries, then get in touch with me." After saying this, he tossed a business card and several stacks of one-hundred-yuan bills into the man's pocket, then drove off, leaving behind a trail of dust. The tall man tucked the money and card into his coat, struggled to his feet, and staggered off, unsteady on his feet.