While reading on her phone, Chen Yue felt thoroughly scolded by her parents, to the point of wanting to give up completely. Eighty Electronic Book (txt02.com) Her father is a university professor who secured her a teaching position at the university through personal connections after she graduated last year. Her mother teaches music at an art college, making the Chen family truly a cultured household. Because of this, Old Chen places a strong emphasis on dignity and maintains strict discipline toward his daughter. Neighbors consistently praise the family, often raising their voices in admiration. However, what just happened left Old Chen deeply humiliated. He and his wife have consistently held high expectations for women, and they have always taken pride in their daughter, often boasting to others about her maturity and diligence. Now, not only have neighbors in the building learned about it, but residents throughout the entire building and even the whole neighborhood are aware of it—Chen Yue returned home in her luxury car at night, and her fiancé publicly criticized her with harsh words. Since no one knows Qin Feng, the blame naturally fell squarely on Chen Yue. She felt she was about to be completely wronged—that boy was simply striking back, and she should have sensed his ill intentions from the start. How could she have been so foolish as to let him drive her into the neighborhood? If there were any pharmacy selling medicine for regret, Chen Yue would surely be the first to rush in, no matter how expensive it was. That kid was deliberately setting me up—he doesn’t even know me! “Nonsense! If you don’t know him, then how come you’re riding in his car back home?” “…” Chen Yue felt completely stuck, as if even jumping into the Yellow River wouldn’t clear her name. She thought, This young guy, you’re going to pay for this—definitely not off easy! Don’t think I’m going to let you off just because I don’t know your name; I’ve got your license plate number down to a T. Qin Feng, who was driving, kept sneezing twice in a row—no doubt someone’s been criticizing us. As for who, well, he knew that himself. …… The next morning at noon, Qin Feng received a phone call from the front desk—there was a guest waiting for him. When he stepped out of the elevator, there stood Chen Hu and Chen Bao, the two brothers. Clearly, they’d done their homework—neatly combed hair, wearing suits, which just felt awkward and out of place. He frowned and asked, “What do you two want? Do you intend to join my team here?” Then I'm going to let you down—here we're doing serious business, completely unrelated to what you're used to.” “Not at all!” Chen Hu quickly replied, “Here's what happened: Zhou Hao has been showing up frequently at upscale dining and entertainment venues lately. My brother and I noticed something was off, so we came to personally inform Mr. Qin.” Qin Feng: “Who is Zhou Hao? I’ve never heard of him.” Chen Bao explained: “He’s the young man who faked an accident last time—the one whose brother group dissolved, and I had him formally ordered to leave Pingluan City. He promised to comply. But suddenly, he’s become quite wealthy and generous. We’ve followed him for several days, but we still can’t figure out what’s going on.” Chen Hu added: “Zhou Hao used to be a poor man, barely making ends meet by faking accidents to collect money. Now, overnight, he’s turned into a sudden success—something truly puzzling.” Last night, at the nightclub, he drank heavily and by accident mentioned his intention to retaliate against someone, even going so far as to say he wanted to meet his end alongside that person. We were worried he might pose a threat to Mr. Qin, so we came to inform you promptly. It turns out that, though it's only a minor matter, their attitude shows that these two brothers are quite loyal to me. "Understood," he nodded. "Go to the finance office on the 16th floor and find the accountant to collect ten thousand yuan—this is your compensation." Chen Hu quickly replied, "Mr. Qin, you're too kind. We didn't come for the money. Besides, we haven't fully clarified the matter yet, so we don't feel entitled to receive any reward." The two brothers insisted on not accepting the payment, and Qin Feng assigned them a new task: to investigate the background of Old Street Jazz Bar and also to find out more about the woman named Chen Yue. After the two brothers left, Qin Feng returned to his office and didn't give the matter much thought. At noon, without hesitation, he pulled out the beautiful CEO and her assistant, Fang Fang, from their In recent days, the two women have been busily negotiating with the world's top automaker, working nonstop, with even meal times compressed to a minimum. To save time, they've settled on either boxed lunches or instant noodles. Qin, the young heir, has noticed and feels deeply concerned—this pace will surely take a toll on their health. He's determined to boost their nutrition. Yet, just as the two women had taken a few bites, they began naturally discussing matters related to their work, growing more engrossed with each passing moment, even ignoring Qin's growing dissatisfaction. Well, who could blame them—after all, both were strong-willed women, and the topics were their own business ventures; any disagreements had to be held in reserve. The bottle of red wine specially ordered for them had seen a significant portion of its contents consumed by him. Would he drive under the influence? That was ridiculous—since his encounter with Chen Yue, he'd never even considered driving after drinking. To him, having a drink was nothing special; as long as he guided his true energy through his meridians, the alcohol simply evaporated. By the time the three had stepped out of the hotel, the two women were still deeply engaged in animated conversation. Qin found himself quite helpless. The car was parked right outside the hotel entrance, requiring a crossing of a flowerbed. Zhou Hao remained hidden behind the flowerbed, wearing a large sports jacket over his shoulders, his legs instinctively trembling as he watched the trio emerge. Almost unconsciously, he pulled the zipper of his jacket open, stepping around the flowerbed and quickly shedding the explosive vest worn underneath. At the last moment, he felt it wouldn't be worth it to go out with Qin Feng—there were still so many things left to spend, dying would be such a waste! Before coming here, he had simply extended the wiring of the detonator. When the three of them passed by the flowerbed, he had already taken cover on the other side, listening clearly to their footsteps, then suddenly threw the vest aside and quickly knelt down to press the button.