When Qin Feng just got home and hadn’t yet had a chance to greet Mei Hui and Fang Fang warmly, Lin Caixin already sent him a WeChat message asking if he had received the photos. After all, with Feng brother on the scene, one man could handle two—how could he possibly fail? With a touch of playful intent, he directly forwarded the photos he had received from Han Feng to Lin, along with a simple note: "Got them." You asked whether he had received them, not whether he had managed to resolve the matter—so to prove he truly had them, it was only fitting to share them with you. As he had anticipated, Lin promptly responded with a furious expression and the words, "You're dead." He chuckled, set his phone aside, and faced the two women with a bright, delighted expression, shouting, "Ladies, here comes my beloved husband, who’s been your sweetie all along—wah-ha-ha!" And then, he transformed into a wolf, charging straight at the two gentle, white-lamb-like women. After a passionate embrace, he finally carried the exhausted Fang Fang into the master bedroom and laid her on the large bed. With the two girls on either side, he lay between them, feeling quite uncomfortable. The next day, Qin, refreshed and energetic, arrived at school early. As soon as he stepped out of the car, a group of students began to point and chat about him. Hey, being a campus celebrity isn't bad at all—no matter where he goes, people always notice him. But soon he realized that their gazes were anything but kind, as if they were viewing him as an enemy. Man, did I steal your money or have I been making moves on your sister? Honestly, that's quite a bit of hostility. Being stared at by so many unkind eyes was truly uncomfortable. After successfully intimidating a few of them with his strong presence, he awkwardly made his way to the classroom. Already, quite a number of students had gathered there, mostly boys—the only explanation being that Lin Caiwei had a habit of arriving early, which in turn had caused the boys to adopt the same habit unconsciously. In contrast, the girls seemed completely relaxed and didn't appear in a hurry at all. Thus, Qin Feng expressed his utter contempt for the male students, calling them a bunch of useless fellows. They were willing to change their very habits just to see a beautiful woman earlier—how much more could they possibly gain by simply staring at her for a little longer? No matter how long you stayed, day and night, the beautiful woman wouldn’t even offer you anything in return. Even before he reached his seat, Lin Beauty had already begun glaring at him. "What's wrong? Didn't I bring you the photos back?" He acted innocent, sitting down and asking, "Is there something else I've done to offend you? It can't be—how could you possibly expect me to thank you? Are you planning to cancel that meal altogether?" Lin Caivie huffed, "How can you be so rude! You sent me the photos!" "Ah, did you save them?" He said with a self-satisfied, slightly condescending tone. "Of course not! I deleted them right after I finished reading them," the woman replied with irritation. She had deleted them right after reading—so she had actually read them, hadn't she? Haha. Lin Caiwei suddenly raised her fist: "Did you delete it? If I find out you didn't, watch out—I'll punch you!" Isn't this the same thing again and again? A young lady, always talking about punching people—how utterly unladylike! As for whether I deleted it or not, does that have any connection to you at all? Would I tell you I've already backed it up? Wouldn't it be a pity if such a beautiful photo wasn't preserved as a memory? Nevertheless, in front of Lin's lovely face, I'd certainly say I had deleted it. Lin's little fist didn't drop—it stayed raised, and she added, "Also, you've left Han Feng in such a state. He won't rest until he's satisfied!" Yesterday, he'd been cut down by his desk mate, and now he felt the perfect opportunity for revenge. With a smile, he said, "Heh, after all, I came under your name. The debt has its owner—the one who causes trouble will surely find you!" Lin Caiwei blinked her big eyes: "I'm at most just the behind-the-scenes planner. The real culprit is you. So, who will he hold accountable?" "You don't care, and I don't either," he said. "Just let him go wherever he wants—after all, they're not even our match. They'll only end up picking on themselves. By the way, when you're being surrounded, don't call me—I'm really busy!" "Same goes for you, sis—I'm even busier." Lin Caiwei turned her head sharply, no longer looking at him. Not long after, Chen Yue arrived at the classroom, stepping in just as the bell rang. Today, she wore a deep-colored little suit, a white blouse underneath, a silk scarf around her neck, and a skirt of the same color and texture as her jacket, the hem just above her knees. Her legs were clad in black socks and pants, and her feet were tucked into brown half-high leather shoes. A sweet smile graced her face, and though it was already autumn, the warmth radiated from her made everyone feel as if they were enjoying a spring breeze. "Classmates," the beautiful teacher exclaimed with enthusiasm, "I have some wonderful news to share: the school is organizing a visit to the museum. The school buses are already waiting outside the campus. Let's all go together!" "Being able to go out is always better than staying inside the classroom, and the students immediately erupted in cheers. Two people remained calm—Qin Feng and Lin Caiwei. They exchanged a quiet,默契 glance, both emitting a soft 'hmm,' then simultaneously turned away without looking at each other. Nevertheless, it was a group activity, and as members of the group, they had to participate. They were the last two to step out of the classroom. Qin, the young noble, regained his previously cheeky demeanor, turning to the one walking down the stairs with him and saying, 'Why didn't you hurry up? You should have secured a good seat!' 'What does it matter to you?' she replied with a scolding tone. 'Of course it matters to me—when you get a good seat, I benefit too, don't I? After all, we're seated together as classmates.' Qin Feng beamed with genuine delight. Originally intending to keep her entertained, Chen Yue suddenly appeared at the curved platform by the staircase, looking thoughtful and said, "Qin Feng, you must have come by car, right? Offer your car generously—our minibus has only 42 seats, and together we’re 45 people; three of us simply won’t fit!" "Will you cover the fuel cost?" he asked, blushing slightly. The beautiful teacher ignored his question and continued, "It works out perfectly if you drive, and I’ll take Cheng Wei by car—better than sharing the minibus with everyone, where the air circulation is poor!" Lin Caiwei clearly supported the counselor, nodding in agreement, "The teacher makes a strong point—I fully agree." As for me, what’s the matter? The car is mine, and so is the driver—what right do you two have to make decisions on my behalf? When you talk sense to a beautiful woman, you’ll always find it hard to make headway—she’s already convinced of her advantage, and no matter what excuse Qin Feng offers, the two women will dismiss it as invalid. Never mind, it's not that far anyway—driving myself really feels more comfortable than taking a ride. I'll just endure. When the two girls saw his car, Chen Yue's expression became quite dramatic: "Qin Feng, I didn't realize you were so well-off! By the way, what happened to the Hummer you were driving?" "It was totaled in the accident," he remarked with a sniff. "Well, that's truly a pity," the beautiful counselor began praising his character, "such a nice car—how wasteful of you!" Before Qin, the young lord could explain himself, Lin, the beautiful girl, had already nodded in agreement with the counselor's remarks.