?Mobile reading Han Feng hid himself in the hospital, but still couldn't escape disaster. Eighty Electronic Book "Honestly, Qin Feng hates the most those people who think their family's wealth can settle anything. "I'm telling you—I want your life," he said coldly. "Please spare me. From now on, I'll never go to Pingda again. I'll never bother Lin Caivi anymore..." "Will you solve your own problems, or shall I help you?" Qin Feng interrupted him. Qin Feng would never soften just because they were young and inexperienced. These well-bred, pampered second-generation wealthy kids simply didn't know what true accountability meant. Once you let them go and gave them time to heal, they'd inevitably come back with renewed vengeance. The best course of action was to completely break them—so that whenever they thought of Qin Feng's name, they'd feel a deep, instinctive fear. Or, simply eliminate them altogether. "Ah!" Han Feng collapsed completely. He shouted and jumped out of bed, rushing straight toward the window. Thud... The window shattered as he fell to the ground below. Qin Feng adjusted his shoulders and said, "This time, you've saved yourself—so I won't hold it against you!" This floor is about fifteen meters above ground, and with the flower beds below providing some cushioning, he's definitely not going to die. As for whether he'll end up with a broken body, he doesn't care much—after all, Han Feng jumped himself, so it's not anyone else's fault. Lin Meiyu certainly had her own agenda. The restaurants outside the school gate were doing exceptionally well, with the peak hours around seven in the evening—she had to avoid that period, or else she’d be spotted again. After the unexpected incident last time, she’d become much more cautious. At exactly eight o’clock, Qin Feng arrived at the restaurant’s door, hungry and eager, and went straight to the second-floor private room. The restaurant’s shrewd owner, catering to couples of students, had transformed the entire second floor into small private rooms designed for two people—students affectionately called them "couples’ rooms." Lin Caivé had already arrived ten minutes earlier and had even reserved her dishes. This left Qin Feng, who had hoped to take advantage of the situation and charge her a premium, deeply disappointed. How could it be otherwise? You think you know me so well, but what if the dishes she ordered turned out to be completely unappealing to her guests? Then who would be embarrassed? Before he could even open his mouth, Lin Beauty shut down his idea of having drinks with a single sentence: "You still have to drive home after dinner, so why not just have one bottle of chilled tea each? I've already instructed the server—the teas will come with the dishes!" By now, what could he possibly ask for? A sense of being calculated began to spread through his mind, seeping in and expanding. After all, Lin Beauty shouldn't expect such a modest guest fee—after all, she's a descendant of a renowned cultivation family. Though she doesn't always insist on wearing only top-brand clothing or using only luxury items, like other girls do. What sets her apart is her grace—just a simple outfit makes her radiate confidence, leaving those wearing all the latest brands utterly outshone. You're calculating me, so am I calculating you, right? The hand秦烽 had tucked into his pants pocket unconsciously tightened, pressing against a stack of papers folded into perfect squares—the content of which had been artfully refined. Who made you, Lin Caivéi, unkind? You took my things and used them as leverage to secure even greater benefits. Is there any such thing in this world where someone gains without losing anything? Today, I’m going to give you a solid lesson—on how to return someone’s tactics with their own methods. "Shall we eat first, or proceed with the transaction?" Lin Beauty asked warmly, her ice-cold demeanor breaking into a smile—something quite rare. But Qin Feng had no interest in such displays. He huffed, "It’s not ideal to negotiate while still hungry. Why not eat first? After all, we each get what we need, and neither of us will back out—whether it’s early or late, the outcome remains unchanged." "True enough. Then let’s begin with the meal." Lin Beauty continued to smile. Since it was no longer peak business hours, the dishes arrived swiftly—four courses, two meat and two vegetable dishes, plus a chilled tea for each guest and a small bowl of rice. Among the two meat dishes, the stir-fried young rooster is definitely the main course, while the other—one of the wooden-cut meat with only a few thin slices of lean meat—lies buried among egg and wood ear vegetables. No denying it, Lin Xiaoniu, you're truly frugal. If Qin Feng devours the dishes with a full mouth, he'll get all of them, and barely manage to feel six-tenths full. "Let's begin, please don't hesitate," Lin says, radiating the air of a hostess. Well, then, let's go—myself, I won't be shy. With a fork in hand, he serves up a whirlwind of the four dishes, leaving the hostess utterly stunned. The meat dishes are the first to take the hit—the thin slices of wooden-cut meat vanish quickly, followed by the stir-fried young rooster, where a piece of meat with a bone is swallowed and the bone spat out within no more than two seconds. As Lin Caivie watches in amazement, she realizes a serious issue: if she doesn't quickly pick up her fork, she won't manage to take a single bite herself. The two of them started competing, after all, Lin was a girl and had always been used to being graceful—how could she possibly be his match? When she took the second piece of chicken into her mouth, only two chicken feet and one chicken head remained on the plate. Qin, the younger brother, began shifting his focus, now targeting the two plates of side dishes. By the time he finished his bowl of rice, most of the dishes had been nearly depleted. As for Lin’s rice bowl, it had barely been touched. Not wanting his brother to be satisfied, he wouldn’t let her either—what a fuss! He quite dramatically snapped his chopsticks against the table, wiped his mouth, and said, "I'm done. Let's begin the transaction."