As for the incident that has already occurred between Chen Yue and Qin Feng—something that shouldn’t have—Chen Yue would never have left him even without that event. First, Qin Feng inherits a legacy passed down from Daoist masters from several centuries ago, a tremendous asset for any Daoist practitioner. Yet, the elders of the Lin family are well known for their frugality in the realm of Daoism; despite being the direct descendant of the family, Lin Mei has never had access to the secret scrolls. Second, Qin Feng possesses an exceptional personal charm. Aside from having many female companions and a tendency to use physical force, he has no other notable flaws. He managed to successfully draw a stillness seal after just one attempt—a skill that likely stands unmatched throughout the entire Daoist world. Though she may not admit it verbally, she has already firmly settled on Qin Feng. Especially after yesterday’s visit to the Qin household, where her interactions with Mei Hui and Fang Fang were particularly harmonious, she found herself naturally drawn to him and his circle. So, Chen Yue's few pieces of "advice" simply wouldn't register with her. She spoke with serious earnestness, saying, "Chen Teacher, I truly believe there's a misunderstanding between you and Qin Feng. Why don't we all sit down together and have a proper conversation to clear things up?" "I will never sit with him—never," the beautiful counselor affirmed firmly. "Why not?" Lin smiled and blinked her large eyes. Chen Yue began counting on her fingers: "He's accused me of misconduct, treated me unkindly, and often disrupts my routine. How could I possibly reconcile with someone like that?" Lin smiled and replied, "You say he's making advances on you at the Jazz Bar—perhaps that's a bit one-sided. You've mentioned several times that you're actually the head of the Jazz Bar, with high-quality guests. How could Qin Feng, in front of those staff members, have dared to make advances on you? Chen Teacher, it's likely you were the one who initiated the situation first." Chen Yue blushed, huffed, "How could I have challenged you first? Don't be ridiculous!" Seeing her gaze wavering, Lin Meiren knew she had guessed right, and spread her hands out. "If you're not willing to speak, I can just ask Qin Feng. I'm sure he'll be happy to go into great detail about what happened back then." "Alright, alright," Chen Yue grabbed Lin Caiwei's wrist firmly. If she handed the narration over to that stubborn fool, Qin Feng would surely side with her. She simply couldn't let him take the lead. Of course, as the narrator herself, she would naturally lean toward her own perspective. But no matter what, she made a sincere effort to present the whole matter fairly, knowing that Lin Caiwei was so sharp—she'd surely be able to tell which words were true and which were false. Even if she couldn't discern that immediately, wouldn't she go back to Qin Feng to verify? So rather than lie, she'd just tell the truth. As the story reached its dramatic climax, Lin Meiren's expression shifted from tense to relaxed, from time to time—indeed, Chen Yue is a truly skilled storyteller, someone with the genuine qualifications to be a teacher. "…That's all the story," she said, just as she was about to conclude, when suddenly she added, "Oh, by the way, I later found out that the person's name was Pang Kun. It's quite strange—he was seriously injured when I kicked him, and he had to stay in the hospital recovering. It's said he even hired someone to cause trouble for Qin Feng, yet in the end, he ended up going mad. And, even more surprising, his lower part—his genital area—was crushed by a single kick!" In Lin Meiren's mind, it was clear: it must have been Qin Feng who did it. "Chen Teacher, you were the one who set up the difficulties for Qin Feng at the beginning—so his retaliation is quite understandable," Lin Meiren stepped in as a mediator. "Besides, he helped you drive away the stray men. Otherwise, you'd have been in real danger!" "Chen Yue wasn't satisfied and said, "Just because you helped me once, can you now set a trap for me and force a passionate kiss? He's a man, isn't he? Isn't it enough that you just drive me home? How come you're so petty—making the entire neighborhood a mess? Ever since then, the old professor has been too shy to go downstairs for a walk, afraid of embarrassment!" Lin Meiren smiled and said, "What's so remarkable about it? If you simply and openly admit that you're dating a wealthy second-generation family, what's the difference? In today's world, who dares to look down on the wealthy? Besides those jealous, struggling people, doesn't Professor Chen seem rather outdated? You're so beautifully poised—of course you should find a boyfriend who's both talented and well-off!" Chen Yue gave her a withering look: "You say my father is outdated—well, you're just as outdated yourself. I'm not saying anything against Xiao Wei, but since Qin Feng has come along, your personality has changed so much—aren't you glad to see that?" "Lin Meiren shrugged: 'I think it's actually quite good. I used to be rather detached in both my interactions with people and in my approach to things. Now I realize that being more outgoing is actually quite nice. Chen Teacher, I still believe you should work on resolving the misunderstanding with Qin Feng. After all, we see each other all the time—being too rigid won't do anyone any good!'" Lin Beimai continued to act as the mediator: "Feng, how about this? I'll invite Teacher Chen over, and you both each make a little compromise—this way, we can settle the misunderstanding right away!" "Absolutely not," Qin Dashi reacted with even greater intensity. "How can I compromise when this matter isn't negotiable? Go tell Teacher Chen—whatever she has in mind, I'll take it!" Lin Caiwei sighed, clearly exasperated. These two were truly a pair of lifelong adversaries—identical in their reactions. Each making a compromise wouldn't kill anyone, nor would it lead to pregnancy. A simple smile and a mutual understanding would surely be a pleasant resolution. Well, if neither party is willing to compromise, then what's the point of my involvement? At that moment, Qin Feng's phone rang. It was Shu Yajing. Shu's phone calls were always answered without fail—no matter the reason. "Jingjing, what's up?" He answered the phone in a most YD manner, and his tone became even more YD, drawing a long, exasperated look from the woman sitting beside him. Shu, the flower of the police force, reported over the phone that the woman named Li Yu was indeed not above suspicion. She had been in regular contact with people from all walks of life in society, and before becoming Zhou Mingchu’s mistress, she had maintained ambiguous relationships with at least six or seven men. Moreover, records showed that even now, she still maintained ties with several of them. "I told you so," he said, tapping his lips. "That woman is unreliable. Your uncle is just a big fool—he certainly didn’t know he’d already been publicly humiliated, let alone more than once." He then added with a smile, "Just wait—I’m going to find you right away and take care of this woman!" After hanging up, he beamed at his dining companion and said, "Wivi, I’ll just step out for a moment to lend a hand."