Reading on phone. The car continued moving, and Qin Feng suggested, "Why don't we skip class? There's nothing much going on in the afternoon!" "It wouldn't be very good, actually. Lin Caivé has always been a top student—never missed a class. Even though most of the students skip class regularly, she genuinely feels it's the wrong thing to do. Qin Feng wants to skip class himself, yet he won't miss the chance to pull the goddess along. With a smile, he said, "After all, today's a professional course, and the studio is always a mess. Who would even notice if two people were missing? How about this—I'll treat you to tea at the most upscale lounge? Sounds good?" Lin Caivé thought it over, neither accepting nor refusing. If it weren't for having had a few drinks, she would have firmly declined, leaving him no room for negotiation at all. Seeing that she hadn't made a decision, Qin, the young nobleman, was quite direct in making up his mind for her: "Let's go have tea! We've both been drinking wine, so it's perfect timing to switch things up with a cup of tea—haha!" The young lady blinked in surprise: "Right, you've been drinking wine—how can you possibly drive?" "Then why don't you?" Qin said, blushing slightly. "I... I don't drive, and besides, I've also had some wine—please, just let me be!" "My dear beauty, we're already close to the tea place—we won't have to park and take a taxi, will we? Rest assured, with my driving skills, I won't have any mishaps. You're interested in alchemy and calligraphy, aren't you? Well, here's the secret—I actually have a special guidebook!" The young lady's cheeks turned even redder: "Really? You didn't tell me earlier!" "Hey, why should I have told you earlier? You're not even my wife!" He watched as the lady fell for his words, and smiled with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Lin Caiwei scolded, "I'm your desk mate, aren't I? You're truly not a good person. Besides deceiving me, you've even kept the best secret techniques from me—while every time I've answered your questions, I've shared everything I know!" The ice-cold beauty cooed, speaking in a long, flowing stream of words, and Qin Feng found himself growing increasingly charmed. Without hesitation, he replied, "From now on, I'll never deceive you again. As long as I have something, I'll share it with you—no secrets, no reservations, how does that sound?" "Yes, yes—this is truly my excellent desk mate," Lin smiled, sweetly radiant. "Heh, just an excellent desk mate? My grandfather has been actively pushing for us to become life partners. My darling, little Weiwei, what do you think?" His expression grew even more endearing. Lin gently pouted her lips, "Hmph! He's his own person, and I'm mine. How can he decide on my behalf? If you really want to become my life partner, then go ahead—show me your strength and charm. As long as you can win me over, what's He only then realized that the young lady seemed a bit off. Was it indeed the famous saying—wine strengthens a man’s courage? The car arrived at the Wu Yue club swiftly. The staff had already known Qin Daxiao well, though this was only his third visit. They were particularly impressed because on his first visit, Qin Feng had been taken away as a mere guest, prompting the club to conduct an internal overhaul and eventually dismissing the matron and several staff members involved in its special services. On his second visit, Qin Feng had given a stunning beating to the once-untouchable Han junior, drawing a large contingent of police officers. Everyone had expected him to suffer serious consequences, but surprisingly, nothing happened—instead, Han’s mother, who was the district chief, lost her position. Although the staff had not yet fully understood Qin Daxiao’s background, they had clearly sensed his strength from these two incidents and knew he was someone who could not be easily dismissed. Thus, upon seeing him arrive with a beautiful companion, several reception staff immediately approached him with warm, smiling greetings. The two were escorted to a luxurious lounge on the upper floor. The lounge was spacious, divided into four distinct areas: dining, relaxation, card and board games, and tea lounging. In the tea area, besides a square table and two chairs, a lohan bed was placed against the wall. After the server placed a pot of fragrant tea and departed, the room was left with only the man and the woman. Lin Caivai's cheeks were even rosier than when they had stepped out of the car, her large eyes gradually transforming into rosy, luminous ones, fixed intently on Qin Feng. "Heh, heh, let's have some tea—tea, tea. The premium iron-leaf oolong, right? It must be delicious," he deliberately changed the subject. The beautiful woman lifted her cup and took a long, steady sip, then eagerly exclaimed, "Please, tell me right away how to write incantations and brew elixirs—will you?" Listening to the woman's endearing tone, Qin, the young man, felt as though his bones were growing soft. "Of course not at all," he replied with a warm smile. He drew out a pen and several sheets of paper from his vow of discipline, silently writing down the methods and techniques for drawing incantation symbols. He had long ago provided Hou Bao with all the relevant materials on alchemy, but the old man had diligently studied them for years—still, as he was not a cultivator himself, he ultimately failed to grasp the underlying principles. As for the art of drawing symbols, Qin Feng himself had also explored it, yet the inherited texts were so obscure that even individual characters or words could have multiple interpretations, making it impossible to determine exactly what a sentence meant when read as a whole. With the mounting demands of his company, external affairs, and family matters, he had gradually lost interest in further study. Now, someone had volunteered to work alongside him—namely, Lin Caivé, who was particularly accomplished in both painting and classical literature—and he could not have been more delighted. In terms of character, this Lin beauty far surpasses her nominal grandfather. Qin Feng is confident that as long as she understands something, she will never keep it from him. Therefore, he confidently presented the secret manual to her. Lin beauty appeared exceptionally focused, her large eyes fixed intently on the written content, silently reciting it several times over without blinking once. Savoring the delicate fragrance emanating from her, he felt a deep sense of tranquility and well-being. Taking advantage of her full attention on the paper, he gradually shifted his body until he gently pressed against the softness of her back. When their bodies pressed close, Lin Nuǎimei clearly felt a tremor. Turning around, she saw him with the same focused expression, so she didn't give it much thought and simply said, "Qin Feng, I understand what this means. The materials needed for the seal aren't an issue—what's crucial is this phrase: 'drawing through the brush, in a continuous flow.' You must have mistaken it. It should be 'through the paper,' not 'through the brush.' Only the paper can be penetrated by the force of the brush; how can the brush itself penetrate?" Qin, the younger son, slowly extended his right arm, appearing to point at the content on the paper, yet in reality, he gently embraced the delicate curve of the woman's waist. He could clearly feel Lin Caivé's body temperature rising steadily, almost reaching a warm, glowing state. "I'm certain I didn't make a mistake—'through the brush'—perhaps it means that when drawing the seal, one needs to channel spiritual energy into the brush handle, and then, through the tip of the brush, the energy passes through the seal paper..." He began to make up explanations on the spot, and his other arm also started to feel restless.