?Reading on mobile phone Romana realized she had been fooled—foolishly fooled. Eighty-Eleven E-book To sacrifice her charm in order to pay off debts—something she had never imagined. Even when Qin Feng had previously suggested that having a son was one thing, a daughter another, she hadn’t taken it seriously. Now, however, to secure the "Sword of Death," she had to share a room with him. The most outrageous thing was his golden card—what was that? Was it a service fee, a salary, a package fee, or perhaps even a fee for companionship? Or maybe even a fee for casual dating… Ahem. She found herself unable to think any further down the line—each thought only made it more compromising. As for Qin, the young lord, he radiated a sense of justice and gentlemanly grace, reminiscent of the ancient sage Yu Xiaohui. Yet, whether he could uphold Xiaohui’s virtues remained uncertain in Romana’s mind. What if he failed? Then, she would be at a loss—she’d be unable to fight him off, and she’d have no idea what to do. In truth, Qin Feng himself was equally uncertain. Last time, when it came to the most critical moment, he managed to hold on—mainly because Huang Xiaoniu was so young, and he simply couldn’t bring himself to turn into a beast. When his object became Fang Fang, however, he didn’t hesitate at all. He had nearly succeeded in two covert assassinations of Lu Man, and although he ultimately decided to spare her, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of retaliation. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have thought of involving her in this mission. In fact, his options weren’t limited—he had at least He Muqing and Shu Yajing, both of whom possessed strong self-defense capabilities. The two of them just stared at each other, puzzled. The beautiful manager hadn’t outright refused, for another significant reason: this was a strategic move designed to set a trap for the "Slaying God" of the assassin world. If she could eliminate him, even just as a supporting participant, she’d be thrilled for a long time. "We can share a room, but I have one condition." "While making concessions, Romana didn't forget to secure the best possible outcome for herself: 'We can only sit on the bed, not lie down. If you agree, we'll stick to this arrangement; if not, we'll find someone else.' Qin Feng thought for a moment and replied, 'Just sitting around would be rather dull—who knows when the Death God will show up.' 'Hey, we're facing the Death God, not some ordinary cat or dog! Are you really going to sleep through this?' the beautiful manager said, eyes wide with frustration. Qin, the young noble, stroked his chin and nodded, 'That's true—there's no point in staying awake all the time, or else we might not even realize we've been cut down. Very well, I'll reluctantly agree to your terms—deal!' Romana reached out and snatched the gold card from him, happily slipping it into her own wallet. It was hard for him to accept—what misfortune had he accumulated in his previous lives that every woman he'd met in this one life seemed so obsessed with money?" Isabella, the only one who didn't care much for wealth, still found him unimpressive because his money paled in comparison to others—by several times over. "We haven't even started yet," he said with a cheerful smile. "Why don't we go find some entertainment?" "What do you have in mind?" the beautiful manager asked, her eyes sharp with alertness. Come on, how could he be so unkind? He'd just taken so much from me here, and now he's treating me like a thief. To achieve his goal, he had to appear serious and say, "Of course—we're going to perform a little act. Here are two options: either you stay with me in the living room and enjoy a drink, or we go straight up to the second floor." Since it was about drinking wine, he'd surely have to be the one to be wooed. Román wasn't stupid—he immediately chose the second option. "Oh, actually," the young lord said with a touch of regret, "I think we should enjoy a few glasses of wine first. If we rush straight up, the warrior might think the phoenix is too eager and impulsive. That would really damage my reputation." Do The beautiful manager glared at him and huffed, "Have a drink first, then go upstairs—how noble of you!" With that, she lifted her long, straight legs and swayed her firm, well-rounded back, beginning to ascend the stairs. Qin, the young noble, secretly smiled to himself, knowing that once they reached the upper floor, things would surely be even more exciting than the drinks he'd enjoyed downstairs. To avoid suspicion from the "Slaying God," it was essential to turn off the lights—anything could happen in the dark. He followed her with a mischievous smile, humming an unhealthily pleasant tune. Indeed, as soon as he entered the bedroom, he hadn't even had time to close the door before the manager asked him to turn off the lights. According to Romane's plan, the two should simply sit quietly on the bed, waiting for the arrival of the "Slaying God." With the lights off, the room would be pitch black, and the "Slaying God" outside would have no way of knowing what was going on inside. Qin complied, first turning off the lights and then closing the door, before walking toward the large bed. The bed was soft and comfortable, as Romane "Hey, why are you sitting so close to me? Move over there." She said with some displeasure, as soon as Qin the young magnate sat down, their bodies were almost touching. Roman instinctively shifted a bit to the side, and Qin Feng followed suit, maintaining the same distance as before. "What do you want?" she moved again. Qin Feng smiled brightly and said, "Let's chat about life. With the long night and neither of us feeling sleepy, it's perfect timing to reconnect." She shifted once more to the side, huffed, "I don't have much to say with you—your situation was already explained last time. I really don't want to develop any feelings for you. Can't you just sit a bit farther away? Come on, don't be so pushy—I'll give you a punch!" "You promised me at the time of payment that you'd definitely deliver a great performance—now you're ready to hit me? Doesn't that seem rather excessive?" Qin Feng's one remark left the beautiful manager feeling a bit embarrassed. Roman murmured hesitantly, "I was just saying that—I really think I can't beat you, can I?" Hearing this, Qin's confidence grew even stronger. He reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, saying, "I swear, it's not just to take advantage of you... Just calm down a bit. Have you ever heard of thermal imaging devices?" "Of course," the beautiful manager replied, raising her right fist with the air of someone who would deliver a solid punch to make you bleed if you didn't give her a reasonable explanation. Qin Feng explained, "This technology is especially useful for long-range observation—perfect for determining how many enemies are inside a building or behind cover. As a world-renowned assassin, wouldn't you think Kill God would be equipped with thermal imaging?" "What exactly are you trying to say?" Roman interrupted, growing increasingly impatient. "What I mean is, once he sees the thermal image, won't he realize we're far apart and be fooled?" Qin Feng smiled with a sly air. But one must admit that his argument does hold merit. Roman had to yield once again: "Very well, but I warn you—this is my absolute minimum tolerance. If you promise not to push any further." Hm, if Brother doesn't push any further, may he be struck by lightning!