Reading on phone Fang Fang sat at her desk, her originally worn skirt pushed up and slightly askew, her long legs bare and revealed—dressed in black silk stockings and a matching black lace underwear. Her blouse had been tossed aside, leaving only the bottom button of her shirt still fastened, though it no longer served any purpose. The loose bodice, once neatly draped, now hung loosely on one arm, and on the right side, the peak had already been claimed by Qin Dashi’s mouth. She clung to his neck, her teeth firmly pressing against her lips to keep from making a sound. Straight to the point. “Oh…” the beautiful assistant emitted a breathy, nasal exclamation. Qin Feng quickened his pace, transforming into an ever-energetic electric horse, tirelessly galloping. As their movements grew more intense, Fang Fang’s once-upright hair cascaded down, flowing and swaying continuously. Her long legs wrapped tightly around Qin Feng’s waist, synchronizing with each of his thrusts. Not long after, she reached the peak, her eyes glazed over and her body weak, pressed against his. Qin Feng remained eager, lifting her onto a chair and positioning her so she lay face down, hands resting on the backrest, continuing his advances. This was his favorite way. Yet Mei Hui and Fang Fang were both girls with traditional minds; every time they rolled onto the big bed, they always chose the most common method. Though Qin, the young lord, had repeatedly expressed his dissatisfaction, he hadn't managed to convince either of them to follow his preferences. In the office, the large bed was no longer a constraint, and the space could be put to better use. First the table, now the chair—soon, perhaps, even the bookshelf beside them could inspire new ideas. He chuckled to himself. Not long after, the beautiful assistant completely relaxed, her body drenched in sweat from the vigorous movements, her cries rising one wave after another. Regarding the interior materials of the office, Qin was quite confident—there's excellent sound insulation here. Unless someone presses their ear against the door, they won't be able to hear a single sound inside. …… The Water Dragon Clan's headquarters. After closing the door, he handed the tray to a young attendant and was about to go up when Lei Ya's voice rang out from behind: "How is Zhong Hu? Can he recover?" Du Bin was startled and quickly turned to reply: "Sir, the condition isn't promising. Although the bullet has been removed, it has remained embedded in the bone for too long, causing severe inflammation. Despite increasing the dosage of antibiotics each time, the results have been only modest. Just now, during the dressing change, signs of suppuration were already evident—this type of wound is exceptionally difficult to heal, taking at least three months, and possibly up to six months." Lei Ya remained calm, clearly having anticipated this outcome, and said: "The duration isn't the issue—what matters is whether he can return to his peak condition prior to the injury?" Du Bin wanted to express hope, but he had to be honest: "Unless a miracle occurs, recovery is impossible." "Master Lei nodded: 'I understand. You'll continue treating his injuries while simultaneously spreading the word—make sure Qin's young man knows that Wu Dong is leaving Pinglu City.' Du Bin furrowed his brows: 'Master Lei, you mean to use Zhong Hu as a lure?' Master Lei finally smiled, patting his shoulder: 'Exactly. Since Zhong Hu has already been rendered incapacitated, all the years of training and development he's received at Shengmen have now been wasted. Isn't it only fair that he makes some return on that investment?' Du Bin nodded, speaking with solemnity: 'Master Lei, please rest assured—I'll see this matter through.' Master Lei is never slow in execution and always maintains a strict sense of duty; everyone at Shengmen knows this well. Now look at Qin Feng—he’s no different from when it all began, tireless. "Bro Qin, I’m getting too tired. Can you go find Miss Hui for me…?" the beautiful assistant murmurs, her voice tinged with pleading. "Pretend it’s a joke. How could I go find her? Would I really walk into her office bare-bottomed? What if someone sees me in the corridor? What if her office is already occupied?" Qin, in a fit of punishment, comes up with a clumsy idea and speeds up the pace of his advances. Fang Fang grits her teeth, enduring the increasingly intense assault, and says, "You can just call her. Have her come over. If not, I’ll help you take off her clothes—will that work?" Qin is not buying it at all. He knows well that as soon as he slows down, she’ll start dragging her feet and refuse to continue. At that very moment, his sharp hearing picks up the sound of heels tapping against the floor outside. He suddenly pulled himself free from the beautiful assistant's body and dashed toward the door, standing there behind it. Fang Fang felt as if released from a great relief, clutching the bookshelf and gasping for breath. The door was pushed open from the outside, followed by a gasp: "Fang Fang, what are you doing? Where's your dress? Have you been treated badly?" The person was Mei Hui, who had been waiting for a document, but Fang Fang wouldn't deliver it. With no choice, she had come over personally to check on her. At the moment she opened the door, she found Fang Fang disheveled—nearly naked, as if she had just engaged in a fierce battle with someone. Who else could it have been? Throughout Qinshi Tower, aside from Qin Feng, Fang Fang had never shown any interest in any of the male colleagues. Suddenly, an arm appeared at the door, lifting her inside. Before she could react, the door slammed shut with a loud thud. "Hehe, truly, it's no coincidence—Fangfang was just about to call you. Now you've come to us on your own, perfectly stepping in to take over her unfinished work." As Qin the Young said these words, his hands had already begun unbuttoning her blouse. Mei Hui struggled slightly while saying, "I knew it would be you, the little dawdler! After bothering Fangfang, you're coming after me now! This is the office, not a private room—don't be so bold!" "After all, it's not the first time, so it's nothing special."