?Mobile reading Lin Caivei certainly wouldn't go with Qin Feng. After all, the one who invited her was a wealthy second-generation son—arrogant, boastful, and precisely the kind of person she disliked most. By the time afternoon classes ended, Qin, the young noble, drove his Jeep to the meeting place. True to his status as a second-generation rich kid, he had chosen a high-end hotel in the city for their meal. After parking, Qin deliberately stayed inside, hoping to make the guest wait a bit longer. In the luxurious suite on the eighth floor, sat a well-groomed man with a perfectly combed hairstyle—so neat, one would think he’d used countless amounts of hair gel. The most ridiculous thing was that he had even applied powder to his face, as if he were about to add blush and lip gloss next—truly a full-fledged tsundere. His name was Han Feng. His eyes kept glancing at the table beside him, where chilled tea, cola, juice, and beer were arranged—each one in a canned container. The greatest advantage of bottled beverages is that they allow you to create a tiny hole—subtle enough that your eyes can't detect it—through which you can inject a medication. Similarly, if you examine closely two bottles of red wine placed in an ice bucket, you'll notice an extremely fine hole in the cork—clear evidence that this wine has been carefully prepared, ready to make a strong impression. To be safe, he had specifically selected six or seven options, aiming to boost his chances of success. As the agreed-upon time passed, Han Feng picked up his phone and dialed the goddess's number. As always, the recipient had enabled call screening, and he couldn't get through. So he simply waited—time passed, minute by minute, ten minutes, twenty minutes… until half an hour had elapsed. Han Feng grew increasingly frustrated. He had spent a considerable sum on photographs, arranged a refined dinner setting, and paired the meal with two bottles of premium imported wines—his investment had already exceeded ten thousand yuan. If he were to fail in even meeting the goddess's face, wouldn't that be rather disappointing? He pulled out his phone and muttered angrily, "Lin Caiwei, you're really ruthless! Just wait and see how I'll get you onto my bed. If you don't show up today, I'll make your photos public!" Besides meals, he had already reserved a luxurious room on the ninth floor—once the goddess drinks the medicine, he'll have his way with her. Click... The door lock clicked with a crisp sound. The once-angry Han Feng instantly broke into a warm smile, his heart racing—finally, the goddess had arrived. When the door opened, a stranger appeared—a man. Han Feng was momentarily stunned, wondering if he had mistaken the room. Before he could ask anything, Qin Feng interjected, "Are you Han Feng?" Han Feng nodded instinctively, "Yes, that's me. Who are you?" The young Qin stepped in and sat comfortably across from him, saying, "It was Lin Caiwei who sent me here!" "What did she want me to do here? Where is she?" Han Feng said, sounding displeased. "What else could she possibly want? Of course, she wanted to negotiate with you." He glanced at the red wine in the ice bucket, speaking with a sarcastic tone. "It's not even that great—a Lafite from 2008. Usually, when I host dinner, I go for 2002 or better!" Han Feng, not having met the goddess, grew impatient. "I don't see what we have to talk about. Have Lin Caiwei come over right away—otherwise, she'll regret it!" It seems this young man truly sees himself as a dish to be served. A few photos? Really, do you think that's something life-or-death? Besides, even if you manage to post them online, Qin, the young magnate, has methods to make them vanish instantly—methods that will surely bring misfortune upon you, Han. Qin Feng simply had no patience for this kind of person and cut straight to the point: "Listen carefully—hand over the photos, swear you'll never use them again to pressure Lin Lady, and you can leave here safely today. Otherwise, you'll take full responsibility!" Han Feng smiled: "You're the one who's acting like a celery stalk, daring to speak to me like this. You look familiar—I'm warning you, kid..." Crash! Han Feng was knocked off his feet by a plate of dishes, the sauce mixing with the powder he'd applied to his face, streaming down his face—looking quite disheveled. With people like this, who acted superior simply because they had a few assets at home, Qin, the young lord, never hesitated to be firm. And with such underhanded tactics aimed at pressuring Lin Lady, he was even more determined to give him a good showing. "Damn it!" Han Feng wiped the sauce off his face and swung his arms, charging at Qin Feng. Self-important, indeed. Thud… He was kicked backward and landed hard against the wall behind him. If it weren’t for the sofa placed beside the wall, absorbing the impact, he would have been unable to rise again. With someone like this, there was no point in arguing—once he had been knocked to his knees begging for mercy, everything was settled. Before韩峰 had even fully stood up, Qin Da-Shao kicked him again, pressing him firmly onto the sofa, and sneered, “How about now? Satisfied? If not, just let out a sound—I’ll give you another helping!” Soon, one of Han Feng's shoes was removed. Qin Feng, of course, wouldn't use his own—his hands couldn't bear the mess, nor could his shoes. When he picked up Han Feng's shoe, he smiled. That shoe had a soft sole, and it would surely be effective when used to tap Han Feng's face. Patt! Patt! Patt! Patt-patt! Patt! Patt-patt-patt! Qin, the young lord, grew more and more enthusiastic, soon finding a rhythm. Han Feng's face quickly transformed into a pig's head, swelling high and round. By now, Qin Feng had fully immersed himself in the rhythm and couldn't stop. In fact, Han Feng had already wanted to speak for mercy by the tenth tap—yet the shoe's strikes grew faster and faster, and his mouth swelled into a thick, juicy sausage, making it impossible to utter a word. "Hey now! You're quite tenacious," Qin said, pausing briefly before lifting the shoe again. "I'll give you the photos. Just don't strike any more." Han Feng quickly stepped in, pleading for mercy. Though he was usually bold and assertive, he wasn't stupid—he knew that if he didn't loosen up now, his face would be in serious trouble. "That's exactly what I've been trying to do all along," Qin Feng said with remarkable arrogance, casually tossing off his shoes and commanding, "You better not play any tricks on me. If you dare to secretly keep a backup, I'll break three of your legs!" Han Feng was so startled that he immediately covered his crotch, saying, "I absolutely won't keep any backup. It's all on my phone—once I delete it, it's gone. If you don't believe me, I can even format the memory card right now!" "Then hurry up!" Qin Feng kicked him in the chest, then added immediately, "Before you format it, send me a copy first. I haven't even had a chance to take a look yet!"