On the bed in the bedroom. The e-reader reads: 80. Since Huang Xiao-Zhi was wearing a nightgown, when Qin Feng pulled it off, the gown became completely vacuumed, leaving only a small underwear garment beneath—a cartoon-style one, quite adorable. She’s developing wonderfully—her bust measures at least 32B, and shows clear signs of growth; soon, she’ll likely reach a C-cup. Such a figure would surely make her peers envy among high school students. Right away, Qin Feng stripped off his clothes and launched himself onto her. For such a young girl, little prelude was needed—straight to the point was the way to go. As soon as he removed the last piece of fabric from her, Qin Feng transformed into a wolf and plunged right in. The girl remained closed-eyed until the sharp pain reached her, accompanied by a cry—only then did she open her eyes. Qin Da-shao didn't waste a moment. He quickly drew a stream of spiritual energy from his dantian and transmitted it through the closely connected channels into the young girl's body. Previously, this method had proven successful on Fang Fang, but he was only concerned about whether Huang Xiao-zhi, being so young, could withstand the spiritual energy. In reality, cultivation had no relation to age—some people might spend their entire lives without ever entering the realm of cultivation, while others were born with the innate ability. The spiritual energy flowed smoothly into her body, swiftly repairing the damaged garden while simultaneously helping to open up her meridians. As the energy circulated, her previously tense body gradually relaxed, and her wide, bright eyes shifted from both open to one open and one closed. Her small nose wrinkled in a cute way, and she said, "Uncle, this is so strange!" "Strange? What exactly do you mean by strange?" Qin Feng couldn't understand what she was referring to. The young girl blushed and said, "It's said that girls often feel quite painful during their first time. At the beginning, it did feel painful indeed... but now it's no longer painful. My classmate whispered to me secretly, saying that when she and her boyfriend had their first time, she had been in pain from start to finish. But with me and my brother-in-law, why did the pain fade so quickly?" As for this question, Qin, the young nobleman, found it a bit difficult to explain. After thinking it over, he decided to be honest—especially the fact that Huang Xiao-Zhi had already become a cultivator, which he felt necessary to share with her, since she would need to spend a great deal of time practicing in the future. "Little one, let me tell you the truth. You already possess the ability to cultivate." He tried to explain in a way that she could easily understand. "Did you feel a warm flow of energy just now? If so, that's correct. These flows will settle deep within your body and gather around your lower abdomen. From now on, you'll need to make time to practice regularly. I'll show you the specific cultivation methods shortly." Huang Xiaozhi’s eyes sparkled with little stars: “Uncle, you mean cultivation, right?” Come on, what’s going on—how could a teenage girl possibly know such a secret? Yet he instinctively nodded. On this matter, there was simply no point in lying. The girl was even more delighted. If not for him pressing her down on the bed, she’d surely have been dancing and jumping around. She beamed: “I never knew that sharing a bed with Uncle had such great benefits! If I’d known that earlier, I’d have stopped right away. Uncle, you must have been really puzzled about how I knew about cultivation, didn’t you? Haha—I actually read quite a few modern cultivation-themed series, like Lei Guo’s *Urban Demon Lord* and *Drunk Among the Blossoms*. I really love them!” Well, what a fabrication! Can anything she said even compare to reality? You’d believe her, wouldn’t you? Well, it’s not the point. Let’s get back to what really matters—after all, the saying goes, “Every moment is worth a thousand gold pieces!” As a modern, thrifty young man with a strong habit of saving, how could he just watch gold waste away? He started moving, his pace gradually picking up. The young girl's initial shyness vanished completely, actively responding to each of his advances, her lips never idle. ... At the Huang household, the situation matched exactly what Huang XiaoZhi had described—everything that could be broken had been broken, and the living room was now nearly floorless. Huang the Fat sat down low on the sofa, knowing no matter what he said, he couldn't calm his wife's fury. Break it, smash it, don't care. When there was nothing left to break, Huang the Lady pointed directly at him and scolded, "You, Huang! You're such a rotten egg! All these years, I've devoted myself to you—taking care of your daily life, supporting you in business, helping you in countless ways. Yet you've been secretly pursuing women outside, young girls barely out of their teens! Do you even deserve me?" "Huang, the plump one, quickly said, 'Wife, I'm sorry—I really didn't mean to betray you. I just couldn't resist the thrill of the newness. Please don't be angry, darling. Let's talk things over calmly. As long as you forgive me, I'll agree to anything you ask.' He was practically on his knees. Honestly, his wife had helped him so much—without her, how could Huang Family's business have grown so large? Throughout the years, she's always been his pride: graceful in the hall, competent in the kitchen, elegant on the bed, and poised when out—only a bit temperamental, otherwise, she's perfect. "Alright, that'll do. I'll get right on it." "I'm transferring all the companies into my name, making you a titular chairman. The executive president will also report directly to you!" "Oh? Well, this... I'd like to discuss it with my wife. Don't get upset, okay? Everything's yours!" Yellow Fat Man's heart was bleeding. Didn't he just follow the example of his brother, who had a mistress outside the home? Now, he was being treated like a mere returnee from the hospital. Liu Fat Man had two mistresses and two lovers, yet his wife had simply kept her eyes open and closed them when needed—how comfortable their life had been! To calm his wife's anger, he had to make the most humbled, the most powerless choice of all. All the houses, cars, savings, and companies were now going to his wife. How would he even manage to live the rest of his days? Seeing him so obediently agree, Yellow Fat Man's temper softened. She sniffed and said, "Then I'm off to buy a dog. From now on, in our household, I'll be number one, Xiao Zhi number two, and the dog number three. "The fat guy was nearly crying—being ranked behind his daughter was one thing, but even a dog held a higher status than him! Is there any sense of justice left? Wait a minute—something feels missing. He glanced around, asking, 'Honey, where's Xiao Zhi?' 'Oh, yes,' the wife replied, also growing tense. 'I think I saw her just a moment ago. With the commotion so intense, maybe she's been frightened and ran off?'