?Reading on mobile phone Qin Dashi sat there awkwardly in his chair, his eyes fixed steadily on Lin Caiwei as she dressed. Perhaps under the impression of his intense gaze, Lin, the beautiful woman, made a mistake while fastening her blouse—originally just a misplacement of the snap. But in her慌, the more she tried to correct it, the more she messed it up, until finally the blouse caught on the lace beside her and wouldn’t come off. Qin Feng couldn’t help but chuckle softly, a little mischievous. This guy had only worn his underwear, and now a clear little tent had formed right in the center of his body. Such a strong reaction while dressing—something that usually only happens with a simple change of clothes—clearly demonstrated the sheer charm of Lin Caiwei. Her snow-white skin, long and graceful legs, slender waist, and high, firm breasts—well, truly remarkable. Once again, he marveled at the greatness of the creator, who had crafted such perfection in this young woman. “What are you standing there for? Come over and help!” Lin Caiwei sighed impatiently. "He chuckled, 'Who just made me stay two meters away from her a moment ago? Otherwise, I'd have given them a beating!' Previously, Qin Feng had kept her in his arms, refusing her several attempts to get up. Finally, she had to resort to force, and only then did he step away from the rohan bed. Lin Caivie pouted, 'If you're not helping, then I'll just put on my outer robe. After all, once I step out, no one will recognize me—my embarrassment will be all your fault!' Qin, the young nobleman, quickly jumped up from his chair, smiling brightly, 'How could I possibly not assist you? I'm the very person who loves to help others—hehe!' 'Come on, just use your hands! Don't press that annoying thing of yours against me—still doing it? Watch out, I'm going to hit you!' He had already pinned her down so thoroughly that the beautiful woman could only muster a verbal protest and never actually made contact. So not only did he fail to ease off, but he actually pressed firmly against her garden, right where her most delicate parts were." Though there were several layers of fabric between them, the sensation was still quite clear. Lin, the beautiful woman, instantly felt her legs go weak and quickly reached out to steady herself on the rohan bed, scolding, "Such a bad guy! What do you want now?" "Hey, I'd like to try again," Qin Feng said, wrapping his arms firmly around her slender waist, his tone firm and determined. The beautiful woman immediately wilted, speaking in a pleading tone, "Good husband, please forgive me! Today is my very first time, and moreover—well, there might be someone listening from across the wall..." "Ah, just kidding," he replied, gently kissing her delicate neck and earlobes while exhaling warm breath. "Then let's find a spot where no one's listening. I promise you'll be absolutely thrilled!" With his help, Lin quickly got dressed, though he managed to take full advantage of the opportunity throughout the process. When it came time for him to dress, he noticed the young girl had quietly taken the cushion from the rohan bed without making a sound. There was still her blood on it; having it remain there for guests to sit on indeed seemed inappropriate. Lin, the beautiful young lady, had thought of everything, so Qin Feng noticed it but didn't bring it up, not wanting to make her feel embarrassed. As they stepped out, he naturally draped his arm around her waist. Lin made a few symbolic struggles before simply giving in—by the time he had forgotten about the promise he'd made to pursue her in front of her classmates, it was already too late. What was the point of going through all that once they were already on the bed? When they reached the main hall of the club, the staff all cast admiring glances their way. On the way, Lin received a call from Lin Fenglei, who invited them both for dinner. "Another meal? Didn't we have lunch already? What does the old man want now?" Qin Feng asked, puzzled. Lin Caiwei pondered for a long time before analyzing, "You've drunk his immortal nectar, yet he hasn't gained much from you—how could he be content to leave so easily? If I'm not mistaken, he wants to use this meal as an opportunity to extract something valuable from you!" "An Xiongmen Banquet," Qin Feng asked without hesitation. Lin, the beautiful woman, gave him a withering look and teased, "You, too, worthy of an Xiongmen Banquet? Please, stop constantly trying to impress yourself. Be more composed!" Had he not been driving, he would have demonstrated the Qin family's disciplinary standards to her—to openly mock her own husband was indeed a grave offense. "As for whether we go or not, if I were to decide, let's just skip it altogether," Lin finally stood firmly by her man. "That old man has an incredibly thick skin; you're bound to come out on the short end of the stick!" He thought for a moment and said, "Well, let's go. Otherwise, we'll have to break things with the old man, and then you'll find yourself in a tough spot. Rest assured, no matter how clever a hunter I am, I'll outwit any fox—well, actually, I may have reversed that. The point is, the old man just wants to take advantage of me. Go on and dream up your own springtime tales!" Lin Beijia said nothing further, simply accepting his decision. The dinner was far less impressive than the lunch—there was no way to put it otherwise. Several plain dishes were laid out on the table, lacking in color, aroma, and flavor. The most substantial course was simply a pot of stewed spines, a dish typically sold by the pound in restaurants, costing only a few dozen yuan for a large serving—here, the serving was even smaller. Indeed, the old man had clearly signaled his attitude toward Qin Feng: if he doesn't present something truly special, he'll certainly be displeased. After lunch, Lin Fenglei felt more and more embarrassed. He had even brought out the finest celestial wine, yet Qin Xiao, the young man from the Qin family, showed not a single gesture of appreciation—no matter how many alchemy techniques he presented, even a mere attempt would have been considered a token of courtesy. But Qin Xiao, after enjoying his meal and sipping his drink, simply walked off, even taking his granddaughter Lin Caiwei with him, leaving absolutely no sign of sincerity. The awkward atmosphere upon entering, combined with the lack of attention to the dishes, made Lin Caiwei frown slightly. Qin Feng smiled warmly, saying, "Excellent! These dishes are truly to our taste. The rich, hearty lunch of fish and meat we had earlier still hasn't been fully digested. Your father-in-law certainly has a refined palate—this is exactly what we should have had: a simple, home-style meal. Hehe!" The entire family seemed to have impeccable taste, and Lin Fenglei's face was nearly green with embarrassment. He had intended to embarrass Qin Feng, but instead, he ended up making things worse. "Father," Lin Caiwei said, "here's some good news." After sitting down, Qin Feng turned to the elderly man who wanted to kill him and said, "I and your granddaughter meet the criteria for mutual cultivation—haha!" "What?" The old man's mouth hung open. It made sense now why he had felt uneasy when Lin Caivé entered—apparently, the young man had already taken his place. What a blow—first he loses his granddaughter, now he's losing his troops too. Good heavens! The young man still owes me my hundred-year-old immortal nectar, and the honor of my beloved granddaughter. The old man could no longer remain composed. He stood up suddenly from his chair, barely able to speak before Qin Feng's next words nearly sent him gasping, "Didn't you see her reaction? The old man is so excited—he's going to support us, I knew it!"