Reading on mobile phone: Making mistakes comes with a price. In the e-book "Eighty Electronics," He Muqing's punishments for Qin Feng and Shu Yajing are as follows: Qin Feng is responsible for all of her expenses during this period, while Shu Xiaoniu is to accompany her on shopping trips, meals, and even sleepovers. Compared to Shu Jing's "three-companionship" duties—shopping, dining, and sleeping—Qin Feng finds it nothing out of the ordinary to simply cover the costs. After all, it's not easy to get a chance to spend money on a beautiful woman. Take Han Shao, for instance—despite suffering a beating, he still hasn't managed to get a single opportunity. To demonstrate his absolute loyalty to his superiors, he even pulls out a golden card containing a hefty 500,000 RMB and hands it directly into He Muqing's hands. Honestly, when He Muqing receives the card, her expression is slightly awkward, though she has to maintain a composed demeanor. As for Shu Jing, she's already wide-eyed and open-mouthed—she really wants to ask, "Is this a full-time housekeeping Later, he realized it was better not to ask at all—his supervisor would surely lose his temper, and why make things uncomfortable for himself? Qin Dashi thought Mei Hui was far worse off than he was, since he could go home and sleep soundly with his beautiful wife, while she had to endure the daily routine of accompanying her supervisor to the hotel. Upon returning home, Mei Hui and Fang Fang sat gracefully on the sofa, like well-behaved wives, waiting for their husband’s return. So obedient—each one deserves a special treat! Fang’s face was slightly flushed, still a bit uneasy with the new environment. Qin Dashi felt the weight of responsibility pressing heavily on his shoulders—he had a duty to help her integrate into the family as quickly and thoroughly as possible. Yes, then let’s start with sharing a big quilt and sleeping together—this is surely the best way to strengthen the bond among all three of them, hooray! Isn’t it true that ideals are rich and full, while reality is often lean? Though he passionately explained the benefits of sharing a big quilt, both women reached a unanimous decision—no way. Fang Fang claimed her body was still not fully recovered, and since she never notified her family, it was absolutely impossible for her to stay out late without their permission. Mei Hui, who had previously always been obedient, now chose to stand firmly by her good friend. With no choice, he had to take on the role of chauffeur, driving the beautiful woman back home, and before he left, he left her a fierce remark: "Get cleaned up, undressed, and wait here—soon, I'll come back to deal with you!" Half an hour later, the beautiful CEO was indeed overwhelmed by his vigorous passion, lying on the big bed, engaged in passionate lovemaking until she had exhausted her last bit of strength. As to why Qin, the young gentleman, was so enthusiastic, it was simply so that Mei Hui could encourage Fang Fang to move in and live with him. The next morning, when he woke up, it was already well past noon. Sitting up bare-chested, yawning deeply, he then went to the bathroom to freshen up. With He Muqing's arrival, he now had a perfectly respectable excuse for skipping work—his brother had a task to attend to. Mao's task—he simply didn't want to go to work. Not out of laziness, but because he felt he should devote some of his attention to Wu Dong. As a killer by training, he was used to working alone and had never yet built a team of his own, so these matters had to be handled personally. Just as he finished dressing, he received a message from Huang Xiaozi—she had successfully faked an illness to skip class and was now at home watching TV. Fang Fei and Wang Yujia could only watch and admire. They weren't unwilling to pretend to be sick or to fool their teachers, but the parents' side was always a weak point. Unlike Huang Xiaozi, whose parents were often away, she had the freedom to make her own arrangements. Qin Feng had originally planned to keep an eye on Wu Dong. But upon reading the message, he thought: last time Huang Fat was on the side of the enemy, and I still hadn't managed to get my revenge! Now that your daughter has come to me willingly, what's the point in being polite? He immediately sent a message back to Huang Xiaoniu: "I'm a bit bored being alone—just like you. Shall we meet at my place or yours?" He waited for several minutes, but the young girl never replied. Qin Dashi began to wonder if he had been too direct, perhaps even scaring her into silence. Well, he'd better go out and do something meaningful—Huang Fat might wait and retaliate later, but there was no rush now. As he reached for the door handle, he saw a young girl in a soft lavender sleep dress, her bare feet gently resting on the floor, still holding out her hand as if pressing the doorbell. "Uncle, how did you know I was coming?" Huang Xiaoniu immediately rushed into his arms, wrapping her arms around his arms as soon as she saw him. It seemed she hadn't been startled at all—she had simply gotten ready and left home right away after reading the message, with no time to reply. "Ah, I've always been good at anticipating things," he smiled. "He spoke insincerely, one hand gently cradling the young girl's waist, his palm feeling the smoothness of her skin—so silky, even finer than silk. Though the light nightgown was between them, it couldn't withstand the warm pressure of his hands. The young girl couldn't help but breathe softly, whispering, 'Uncle, shall we go inside? It might be easier... to avoid being seen by our neighbors.' Hmm, excellent suggestion—Uncle agreed wholeheartedly. Back in the living room, they settled into the sofa, the young girl perhaps not expecting her uncle to be so 'passionate' today. Though she had previously experienced gentle touches and kisses, this was unlike anything she'd felt before—being handled so thoroughly from head to toe. 'Uncle...' the young girl's left side, where a large hand rested, felt tingling and numb, her eyes glazed over as she leaned fully against Qin's young lord. At this moment, he felt a sense of guilt—after all, the girl was still a young, unmarried one. Wasn't this a bit too much, like wilting a delicate flower?" And it was all to pay back Huang the Plump—one always hears that misfortune rarely befalls family, and I’ve always been a straightforward, decent person. Yet another thought kept urging him, constantly shouting two words in his mind: "Push it, push it, push it…" "Uncle, kiss me..." Just as he was struggling to decide, the young girl eagerly offered her soft, rosy lips, beginning to press her kisses upon him. Worse still, she boldly reached her hand into his shirt. If a young girl can be this bold, what’s there to hesitate about? After all, she’s only young—she’s been a proper little girl for over a year now. If this were in ancient times, she might already have married and had children. He made his choice through action—pressing his mouth firmly against hers, capturing her delicate, soft tongue and passionately kissing her. His hands, of course, were far from idle, and soon Huang Xiao Zhi’s nightgown was pushed up to her chest. Her two long, snow-white legs, flat abdomen, slender waist, and chest clad in a cute, sheer top were fully exposed in the air. The young girl soon grew breathless from the kisses, her skin taking on a delicate pink hue, drawing the color-obsessed gaze of Qin Feng. Soon, the clasps were undone. Both white rabbits sprang out—he took the one on the right into his mouth, while the other danced between his hands. The girl's body instantly stiffened, her lips parting in a shy, embarrassed sound.