Lin Caiwei was bright and quick-witted—she immediately realized that Qin Feng’s so-called “some research findings” were related to drawing talismans. E-book (txt02.com) Compared to refining elixirs, drawing talismans was much simpler. Refining elixirs required a cauldron, several rare herbs, and sometimes even more costly auxiliary materials like jade or crystal, along with strong foundational qi. If any one of these elements was of slightly inferior quality, it would affect both the yield and quality of the elixir. Drawing talismans, however, only needed a wolf-hair brush, yellow tablet paper, and vermilion powder—adding a bit of black dog’s blood and a touch of gold dust was optional. Everything except the black dog’s blood could be easily found at an art supply supermarket. “Wait here—I’m going down right away,” Lin said, rushing downstairs under the collective gaze of the others, who were all hoping she would come down and give Qin Feng a good beating. Yet things did not go as planned. Facing each other, Qin Feng smiled warmly and handed her the rose, saying, "Here you go. Do you like it?" Lin Caivie surprisingly accepted it, then bent down to inhale the scent, saying, "It's so fragrant! Oh, by the way—you weren't going to take me home, right? Why are you still standing there? Let's go!" Everyone stared at one another, several female students nearly fell out of their seats through the window, many of them doubting whether they had truly woken up, convinced they must be dreaming. "By the way, let's pick up some cinnabar on the way," Qin added, then the two of them stepped out together. "There's a store right across from the school gate—though the higher-quality ones are quite expensive," Lin said. What was expensive? Qin had plenty of money. In truth, he had been deceiving Lin. As for research breakthroughs, at home he usually only had two things to attend to: meals and his wife. As long as he managed those two well, where would he find time for anything else? At the stationery shop, Qin Feng not only needed two boxes of cinnabar but also one slice of yellow tablet paper and six or seven wolf-hair brushes. "Why so many items?" Lin Beijia only realized then that she might have been tricked. If this guy truly studied the art of writing talismans, he'd surely need some tools—though buying an entire set seemed excessive. "Heh, better safe than sorry," he said with a cheerful smile. "Besides, you'll definitely want to try it yourself soon—don't I have to prepare something for you?" Lin Beijia looked into his eyes and asked slowly, with a drawn-out tone, "Really?" When Qin Feng lied, his face never flushed, and he never looked away. Lin Beijia didn't fully believe him, yet didn't confront him directly. She glanced down and was instantly surprised: "Where did these flowers come from?" Qin Feng started to sweat. "Ma'am, you've been holding them in your hands for so long—didn't you notice they were there until now?" Lin Caivie was momentarily stunned. "You gave them to me just now at the lobby!" "Stuff and nonsense! Who do you think I am—some flower you picked up from the flowerbed? It's autumn now, isn't it? The season when everything turns yellow and withers! "Done," Lin Beauty said, her face filled with indignation. "All your attention has been on the incantations, and you didn't even refuse my flowers. Now everyone will think I'm already your girlfriend!" Qin, the young man, raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong with that? That way, no one else will have a chance at you. You should be grateful to me!" "Hmph! You promised to start pursuing me over again, and now a single bouquet has done it—how simple! What are you doing, just walking off? I'm talking to you!" He wasn't going to linger over such a trivial matter. Getting into the car was the way to go. And he certainly didn't worry about Lin Beauty not following him. Indeed, Lin Beauty stomped her foot angrily and clutched the roses, following him. Once inside the car, her mouth grew increasingly pouty, expressing her growing dissatisfaction. Qin Feng had been ignoring everything at first, until suddenly he extended his hand and pointed at the sky outside the window, saying, "Look! Someone's riding a sword through the air!" Lin Meiren indeed fell for it, lifting her head and searching around, saying, "Where is he? Who dares to ride a sword in broad daylight like this?" He quickly leaned in and gave a firm kiss on her freshly red lips—pffft! The delicate lips of the ice-cold beauty weren't something anyone could simply kiss at will—wah-hah! "Qin Feng, you're so dull—you dare to deceive me!" Lin Caiwei threw the flower to the back seat and began to glare at him with arms outstretched. Qin Feng certainly had a simple solution: just start the car engine, signaling that he wanted to focus on driving—you wouldn't seriously risk our lives, would you? Besides staring blankly, Lin Meiren truly had no other choice. Not long after, they arrived at Qin's villa. Lin, who had been frowning and gesturing all along, suddenly became hesitant. Qin Feng had gotten off the car several times, yet she still remained seated. "Hey, hey," Qin, holding a stack of yellow paper, asked, "are you really falling for this car?" "Me? I'm not confident at all," Lin said. "Your two girlfriends must be at home, right? How am I supposed to face them? How am I supposed to get along with them?" It was indeed this concern that had been on his mind. He smiled gently, "Huaihuai and Fangfang are both very easygoing girls—very approachable, really." "Alright," Lin said, finally stepping down from the car. Suddenly, she added, "Qin Feng, now do I count as your third girlfriend? You clearly have two already..." Qin Feng replied seriously, "Who says you're my third? Who dares to say that and make me rush to defend myself?" Lin was deeply touched, her heart full of sweet delight. Who could have thought Qin Dashi hadn't finished speaking yet: "…You're clearly the fourth one, remember—you're my fourth wife, Qin Feng. From now on, don't mix things up, or else I'll have Qin family discipline to deal with!" "Uh—" Lin Beauty widened her eyes, nearly ready to punch him right through. Just as she was about to move, he already opened the security door and shouted loudly inside, "Huihui, Fangfang, come down and greet the guest…咳咳, welcome the guests!" Without hesitation, Lin Caiwei gently retracted her fist, composed herself into a graceful posture, and smiled sweetly, determined to leave a favorable first impression for the two women in the room. Mei Hui and Fang Fang were chatting and watching TV in the living room when they heard Qin Dashi's call, so they both stood up and walked toward the door. He had already openly revealed his intentions to both of them the night before, so they were not surprised at the news of Lin Caiwei's arrival. Yet in the end, they were still amazed—stunned by Lin Caivwei's breathtaking beauty and her perfectly model-like figure, and deeply impressed by her pure, fresh grace. The two women exchanged glances, both thinking to themselves: This is exactly the difference between a cultivator and an ordinary person. Mei Hui beamed, taking Lin's hand and笑着说, "You must be Lin Sister, right? Xiao Feng often praises you in front of us—indeed, you're a true beauty!" With the title "Lin Sister" now officially bestowed upon her, Qin Dashi smiled to himself, certain that Lin Caivwei couldn't be far behind the Lin Sister from *Dream of the Red Chamber*. Lin's face flushed slightly, and she replied, "It's actually you two who are truly beautiful beyond compare—no wonder Qin Feng keeps skipping classes to go home."