?Reading on mobile phone A new week has begun. After the weekend, the three young girls sat in their uncle's car and arrived at the school gate. Fang Fei and Wang Yujia from Eighty-Electronic Book remained relatively calm, while Huang Xiaozi was practically stepping back every few steps—just like a young wife unwilling to return to her mother’s house, looking so pitiful. Qin Da-Shao nearly jumped out of the car, then decided to take her home and treat her with gentle care. "Alright, Xiaozi, you've had plenty of chances to meet your uncle already." Xiao Fei held her left arm, Wang Yujia her right, and together they almost carried her into the school gate. Qin Feng leaned out of the car window and called to them, "Ladies, study well and be good little girls." The three girls responded in unison, "We know, Uncle." For a moment, Qin Feng's Mitsubishi became the center of attention among all the parents dropping off their children, each of them gazing at him with a sense of curiosity. I bet everyone's wondering if this guy's just been lucky—having three beautiful, young aunties, and their sister must be quite lovely too. With one stunning sister and three gorgeous young aunties, what a blissful life this must be! Qin, however, simply couldn't bear the awkward, lingering glances any longer. He floored it and sped off. It had already been reported online. These so-called public officials—either playing computer games or chatting on their phones during work hours—how many actually do their jobs? Otherwise, where would all these temporary staff come from? He simply tossed his officer’s ID at the gatekeeper and said, "Pay close attention—don't just call me a mere bystander the moment you see me." The gatekeeper indeed paid close attention and, after reviewing the ID, gave him a crisp military salute, apologizing, "Sorry, since your vehicle isn't displaying our unit's entry permit, you're welcome to enter, but your car will have to park outside." He didn't realize that the gatekeeper had already been quite generous—without the frequent visits of people carrying internal security officer IDs, he wouldn't have been granted entry at all. This is a police station, and its only connection is with the armed police department. There's absolutely no link to internal security or the military. Well, it wasn't worth getting upset with such a small gatekeeper. He parked his car on the right side of the main gate—though there were no designated parking spots drawn on the ground, it certainly wouldn't call for a traffic officer to take photos and issue fines here; traffic officers and police are family, after all. He walked in with confidence, only realizing later in the lobby that he had a crucial question: on which floor was the office located? Fortunately, there was a reception desk in the lobby, with a young policewoman smiling warmly behind it. To avoid any hassle, he immediately produced his identification and then asked, "Where is the Special Office Department? On which floor?" The policewoman, clearly fresh out of police academy, was enthusiastic and replied, "On the fourth floor—just after the elevator, on the far right-hand side." Compared to Shuyajing, this reception officer still fell short in both appearance and stature—neither in looks nor in build—so Qin, the young gentleman, had no intention of making a move on her. Soon, he found his office space—two sunlit offices and a small meeting room exceeding one hundred and twenty square meters. Honestly, the plain city police really knew how to treat Miss He. Wait—two offices? Our team has three of us, don't you think? You two take one each, and me? Just knock a few times at the door, regardless of whether someone answers, he simply pushes it open and immediately asks, "Director He, where's my office?" Miss He was reviewing a document when he arrived unexpectedly. She grew slightly impatient, raising her eyebrows: "Across the way, across the way is your office." "Across the way? Isn't that the meeting room?" Qin, the young man, said, eyes wide. Only then did Miss He fully focus on him, and she huffed, "What's wrong with the meeting room? The table's so big, the chairs so numerous—sit wherever you like, no one's going to stop you. Even if you roll around on the table, I and Xiao Jing wouldn't mind. "You all have no complaints, but I do. I feed you, clothe you, and provide you with funds—yet this is how you treat your benefactor? Where's justice? Seeing him displeased, He Wei added, "After all, you don't visit me very often. Setting up an extra office is a waste. As your leader, I've granted you the status of a free agent—no need to come in at fixed hours. Are you satisfied with that?" That's about right. Wait—don't you dare claim you come every day on time? Or can He Wei actually say that? Isn't everyone supposed to be a free agent? Isn't it a bit of a stretch to treat me like this? If you've seen through it, just don't point it out—otherwise, no one will look good. He looked straight at He Wei, and said with a sniff, "I'm going to visit Shu Jinghua!" Just as before, without waiting for a response from the others, he pushed open the door and entered. Shu Jinghua was stretching her legs in her office, getting up regularly to move around after sitting for too long—she hadn't expected an unexpected visitor to arrive. She wore a white Korean-style blouse over her upper body, paired with tight jeans and a pair of loafers. One foot rested on the wooden floor, the other on her desk, and as she moved her torso, her arms gracefully swayed toward the table. This pose beautifully highlighted her long, straight legs. With the dynamic motion, her full, swaying chest added a gentle rhythm of movement. Beautiful. Stunning. Truly lovely. Gulp—without realizing it, he swallowed a lump of saliva, his eyes now straightened, fixed on the area where the alert officer’s chest met her legs—his gaze decidedly awkward. Shu, the officer, was startled: "Who let you in?" He had knocked and opened the door simultaneously—something no one would have expected. Clearly, he had done it on purpose. "Hey, what's wrong with me coming in? My rank is higher than yours—strictly speaking, I'm your superior. Isn't it perfectly acceptable for a superior to enter a subordinate's office?" He smiled with a knowing, slightly cheeky expression as he stepped in, his gaze growing even more suggestive. "You go out—those you haven't passed, I allow; no one is to enter... Ah..." Shu Jinghua, excited, lost her balance and leaned to one side. In her current posture, she had absolutely no chance of staying upright. The globe she tipped over was precisely positioned at the spot where she leaned—its central column with a sharp, pointed design. Danger—Qin, the young lord, rushed over.