?Mobile reading Zhou Mingchu didn't leave any room for Qin Feng to offer a rebuttal, speaking in a stern tone with unwavering conviction: "I've known countless people—my eyes can instantly judge their merits and flaws. You and Xiao Jing simply aren't a good match!" Shu, the young officer, nearly lost her composure. To encounter her own maternal uncle in such a situation was already deeply awkward. She had sincerely hoped to receive the elders' blessings, only to find that instead of receiving them, she was now formally instructed to end her relationship with Qin Feng. Eight-zero electronic book Qin Feng gently stopped her about to erupt, still smiling warmly at Zhou Mingchu: "Since you're so accurate in judging people, how about you tell me what kind of person I am? Let Xiao Jing hear it too—perhaps, after hearing your words, she'll decide to leave me on her own!" The uncle raised an eyebrow, thinking, "Well, if you're determined to make things difficult, then I won't hold back. Here goes: You're still able to remain composed—this is far beyond what your age and experience would normally warrant. The only result is—!" You're a pretentious person. I can see confidence in your face that surpasses that of your peers—this confidence must stem from being raised in comfort, making you feel superior to others... Listening to the elder brother's analysis, Qin Feng had to suppress his laughter, his body trembling with suppressed amusement. As for Shu, she just wanted to vanish into a crack in the floor. It's true that her uncle is a deputy secretary at the provincial department, but having spent half his life as an administrative officer, he's never engaged in investigative work. His claim of having "met countless people" and "experienced countless situations" refers only to the political world—how could he possibly recognize Qin Feng's true identity? After all, Shu was kidnapped at age five and raised on Death Island, where she underwent over a decade of rigorous training—how is that any form of being pampered? Zhou Mingchu rambled on for a while, then, noticing the two of them looking puzzled, assumed he had made a convincing case and proudly declared, "Well, what more can I say? I've seen countless people and experienced countless things—what could be more impressive than you, young man?" "Su couldn't take it anymore and said, "Uncle, it's not my niece who's embarrassing you—none of what you just said holds up!" The uncle's eyes widened—how could that be possible. Qin Feng finally lost his patience too, laughing heartily until his stomach ached, then, waving his hands, added, "It seems I need to re-introduce myself. My name is Qin Feng, I'm twenty years old, the heir of the Qin Group in Ping'an City, and also a colleague of Jingjing. In the organization, I hold the rank of major. I'm still a student because of a task assigned by senior leadership—other details remain confidential for now. As for the rest, I can't share them with you yet!" The uncle was completely stunned. A twenty-year-old internal security officer holding the rank of major—how could that be? Even if he were comparable to Su Yajing's rank of lieutenant, it would still be hard to believe that someone could reach major rank at twenty, no matter how prestigious their father's position—say, Chairman of the Central Military Commission. He looked at his niece with an inquisitive gaze, and she nodded firmly, saying, "All of it is true!" The uncle was about to lose his cool. He had heard of the Qin family's reputation—just recently, the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology had issued a directive forbidding them from collaborating with foreign enterprises. It was reportedly also said by the Ministry of National Defense that Qin's engine development had achieved military-grade success, and such technology should not be shared with foreign counterparts. With this status, this standing, and their substantial wealth, the Qin family truly embodied a well-established elite household. The uncle's face turned crimson. He had initially thought his niece had been deceived; now, even if she had to pay a substantial price, it would be entirely understandable. In fact, the young policewoman had genuinely made a significant investment in the Qin heir. As the atmosphere grew increasingly awkward, a female voice emerged from behind the three of them: "Dear, who are you talking to? I've been waiting for you for half an hour—thought you'd gotten stuck in the bathroom and never come out!" The woman's tone carried a strong hint of jealousy, and all three turned around. As soon as the sound was made, Qin Feng had noticed that Zhou Mingchu's expression was off—when he turned back, his face was filled with a wry smile. She was a stylish woman, in her late twenties, wearing a fitted top and pants, with a well-defined figure and a good appearance, though her mouth was slightly large, slightly disrupting the overall harmony of her face. Qin Feng couldn't place her—though he had just returned home and didn't watch TV very often. Shu, the police officer, immediately recognized her: she was Li Yu, a TV program host from the city's television station, known in Pingluan City as a rising figure. Zhou Mingchu felt even more embarrassed, constantly signaling to Li Yu to urge her to leave. Yet Li Yu not only stayed put but approached with a graceful, flirtatious air, smiling warmly at the older man and saying, "I've been looking for you for a while—dear, who are these two lovely people?" Shu Jing's eyes were wide open, as if they'd dropped to the ground. She'd long heard that Li Yu, the host of the city TV station, had been supported by a high-ranking official in the province—yet she never imagined it was her uncle who had arranged it. As for Qin Feng, he looked delightedly triumphant. A moment ago, you were still earnestly trying to break up the couple, weren't you? Now, as a man who's been keeping a mistress while secretly maintaining his wife, what right do you have to judge? The woman was clearly strategic—completely unfazed by Zhou Mingchu's serious, brooding expression, and naturally wrapped her arm around hers. The uncle, genuinely at a loss, could only introduce, "This is my niece and her boyfriend!" "Nice to meet you both," Li Yu said warmly, extending greetings. When she heard the uncle mention that Shu Yajing was his niece, her eyes sparkled with recognition. Clearly, this was a woman determined to climb the ladder—more assertive than her male counterpart, who preferred to keep things hidden. Li Yu was clearly preparing for a potential takeover in the near future. Zhou Mingchu didn't reveal his niece's name, leaving himself some room for flexibility. But Shu Jiajing wouldn't take no for an answer: "Uncle, what's really going on? When did you two start seeing each other?" Faced with this direct questioning, Li Yu didn't get flustered—on the contrary, she smiled warmly, genuinely hoping that Zhou Mingchu's family and friends would soon learn of her existence. The uncle looked solemn and apologetic: "Xiao Jing, this is all my fault. Please don't tell your mother-in-law. Don't mention it in front of your mother either. I'll handle this matter properly and make things right for everyone!" "Better still, live up to your promises," Shu Yajing didn't particularly like this young host, who had been frequently involved in romantic scandals despite her relatively short career. Li Yu, restless from loneliness, insisted: "I truly love Chu Chu—let the sun and moon bear witness!" For heaven's sake, can you be any more awkward? He's over forty now—still calling her Chu Chu? Doesn't he need to call her Old Chu? Qin Feng remarked dryly, "Uncle, you're not said to have seen countless people? Then what's this about? Your judgment truly seems to be off the mark. Just don't boast about it in front of others anymore—quite embarrassing!"