Qi Feng held Wang Yujia's waist and walked together back to the living room. Fang Fei had disappeared from the sofa. "Where is Fei?" Qi Feng asked in surprise. As close friends, Yujia naturally stepped in to defend her. "She might have gone to the bathroom—she mentioned wanting to go just a moment ago," she huffed. "By the way, have you seen Xiao Zhi today, Brother? Her parents can't find her and are really worried!" "I... haven't seen her." He felt it necessary to shield Huang Xiaoniu a little—after all, he didn't want her two closest friends to know. Wang Yujia looked disappointed. "Oh, you haven't seen her? Then that's strange—where could she have gone?" Upstairs, Fei moved quietly toward the study, gently pushed open the door, and then leaped inside—still no one. Maybe she was hiding under the desk or in the bookshelf? She had searched everywhere—still no trace. She suddenly remembered something important—the master bedroom wardrobe was so large that not only could it easily hold all three of them, but even a person could easily fit inside. How had she failed to check this earlier? She returned to the master bedroom and opened the wardrobe door. In a quiet corner, a pair of women's slippers lay still—clearly a style favored by young girls. Both Fang Fei and Mei Hui were mature women, so how could they possibly prefer slippers with cartoon patterns? Moreover, why only one pair? It seemed someone had indeed been hiding here. Carefully, Xiao Fei recalled her departure from the master bedroom to the study, which had only taken a minute—there simply wasn’t enough time for someone to escape. Therefore, the bathroom seemed most suspicious. She walked over and reached for the door, only to find it locked from the inside. "Wow, Huang Xiao Zhi," she exclaimed, "you thought you could hide in the bathroom and escape me? That’s not going to happen!" "Xiao Fei began to speak with increasing firmness and authority from outside: 'I know what resources I have, so just open the door yourself, calmly and honestly. Otherwise, I'll shatter the glass, and then see how long you can hide.' No response came from inside. Xiao Fei continued to act formal and dramatic: 'Well, it seems you're only going to cry when the coffin is delivered. I'll just go and smash the glass right now!' Immediately, a soft voice came from within: 'Xiao Fei, I'm sorry—I really don't want you to break the door. My husband will be upset.' 'Then why aren't you getting out right now?' Xiao Fei grew truly angry. When Qin Feng had opened the door earlier, he had claimed he was still asleep—meaning Huang Xiao Zhi had already reached the point of sharing the bed. A creak—then a soft sound. Huang Xiao Niu slowly opened the door. She had been in such a hurry dressing that her nightgown hung awkwardly on her, and only one of her slippers remained. She looked quite disheveled. As soon as she stepped out, she quickly said: 'Xiao Fei, please don't "My dad had a mistress outside, and my mom found out. They argued loudly at home, and since I had nowhere else to go, I came to my brother-in-law's place." Fang Fei ignored her explanation, huffed and asked, "Have you been sleeping together with your brother-in-law?" Huang Xiaoniu blushed deeply and looked down, saying, "Yes, we have." In front of Xiao Fei, she usually didn't lie, and this time, caught in the act, she was even more hesitant, afraid Xiao Fei would lose her temper. Fang Fei's face turned stern, and she said angrily, "You've gone too far—having been unfaithful to both my sister and me! I'm going to expose your misconduct. I'll tell my sister, and I'll also inform your parents." Huang Xiaoniu was terrified and quickly grabbed Fei's hand, pleading, "Please don't tell my parents, Fei-jun. They'll kill me. All I can do is create opportunities for you and your brother-in-law so that you can surpass Xiao Jia. How about that?" Upon hearing this, Fang Fei's anger softened. But then it struck her—these two had already turned their engagement into reality. No matter how much she scolded her, it would do no good. Since she had volunteered to help and stepped ahead of Xiao Jia, she had at least regained some face. "This is what you said, not something I forced out of you," Xiao Fei finally lost her composure and burst out laughing. Huang Xiaoniu was startled and her pale face gradually regained some color. Xiao Fei, in her flippant tone, asked, "Xiao Zhi, what exactly is it like?" Xiao Zhi was puzzled: "What? What kind of feeling?" Xiao Fei narrowed her eyes: "Stop acting all mysterious—what about you and your brother-in-law? What’s it like when you’re sharing a bed?" Xiao Zhi blushed deeply and quietly described the whole process, which left Xiao Fei flushed and embarrassed. Soon, both women walked down the stairs, their cheeks still red. Wang Yu Jia, being a seasoned professional, immediately noticed that Xiao Zhi’s posture had changed significantly—clearly different from before—and quickly understood what was going on. She just couldn't figure it out—why hadn't Xiao Fei sister been angry, and why had she stayed hand-in-hand with her all the way down? Facing her brother-in-law, she felt embarrassed to ask, yet deeply curious. The suspense inside her was unbearable. Xiao Zhi is indeed the most important, but until our own matters are fundamentally resolved, we won't be able to create a quiet, warm environment for her. I'll call her shortly and have her stay with Xiao Jia tonight—then we'll head to the bank and the notary office right away. The fat one is utterly devastated. If only he had known his wife was so wise, he wouldn't have let her manage the business affairs. Now, everything has to be in her name, and soon he'll be living off her salary. That's why she feels her status is higher than that of her two closest friends. It's said that cultivation brings many benefits—like eternal youth and glowing, fair skin—so you two surely have plenty to envy Little Zhi.