?Mobile reading Chen Yue had no intention of giving Qin Feng any chance to persuade her. Her heart was in turmoil—she couldn’t quite figure out why things had unfolded as they did. Because she remembered every detail so vividly, she naturally understood the principle that “it takes two to make a splash,” and therefore shouldn’t blame the other party. Yet she was even more certain that she and Qin Feng were adversaries. In her heart, Sun Cheng’s position clearly surpassed Qin Feng’s—so why had she been so intimately involved with this rather unremarkable man for so long, almost progressing to a genuine physical connection? And why did she feel such lingering attachment when he held her? Was it simply the sense of security that had emerged unexpectedly? When she recalled the scene—her shirt completely removed, and Qin Feng gently enveloping her like a mountain peak in his mouth—she didn’t feel the slightest irritation. She felt she needed to find a quiet, private place, to sit and reflect deeply on what was really going on. She simply opened the car door and stepped down without hesitation. Chen Lao Fu, standing a little distance away, first widened his eyes, then grew furious: "What did I say? It's really our daughter, Chen Yue—she's truly bringing honor to our old Chen family! I'll have to beat her senseless!" "Father, don't get so worked up," Chen Fu quickly pulled him back, saying, "After all, her daughter is now over twenty—can't she find a boyfriend? Don't rush things. Maybe the one she's interested in is exactly the kind we'd like!" Chen Lao Fu's chest heaved with anger as he scoffed, "She's driving such a fine car—either a wealthy second-generation son or a government-appointed one. Maybe even the son of a coal magnate!" "You can't condemn an entire boat of people just because they're second-generation. Wealthy or government-connected doesn't mean they're all lacking. Listen to me—let's give her a chance and see what happens," Chen Fu replied. Master Lao took a deep breath: "Then let's see just what kind of person she's chosen. I'll make this clear—should it be someone like the one who brought her home last time, I'll have no mercy on her!" Chen Yue had already walked several steps away when Qin Feng rolled down his window and stuck his head out, calling after her back: "Yueyue, your things are on the car!" "What things?" Chen Yue was certain she had put on every piece of clothing, so what could have been left behind? Qin Feng extended his right hand, and in his palm lay a crystal earring, resting quietly. She instinctively reached to her earlobe, and there it was—missing from the left ear. If it had been any ordinary earring, she wouldn't have minded. This one, however, had been given to her by her closest friend, a friend she deeply cherished. That friend was currently abroad, and she had no idea when they might finally meet again. She had no choice but to turn around and go back to retrieve it, nearly seizing it from him with force. She really didn’t have to go to such lengths—she merely wanted to vent her frustrations before Qin Feng. Yet she herself wasn’t entirely sure what exactly she was venting against. The old man’s irritation had finally begun to subside, and he had approached the situation with full confidence, eager to see his future son-in-law’s appearance. But what he encountered was a face he already knew well. That face was so vivid in his memory: the first time, it was at the Ouyang family’s entrance, when the young man kept honking his horn incessantly throughout the night, even shouting a particularly arrogant remark that had humiliated him throughout the entire community; the second time, at the gate of her daughter’s class, where the three of them argued fiercely, and the young man kept calling him “uncle” repeatedly. As for such an arrogant, disrespectful member of the Xiu family, who failed to show the slightest regard for teachers, the old man simply didn’t care for him. Not only would he never agree to make him his son-in-law, but even as a pure, paper-white friend to his daughter, he would have found it impossible to accept. Seeing her husband's hair standing straight up like a brush, Chen夫人 realized something was seriously wrong and quickly said, "The daughter is still young and inexperienced—don't lose your temper. It's a public street, and you're so proud of your dignity, aren't you?" The old man pointed at his face and roared, "With a daughter like this, how can I possibly have any dignity? On a public street, how is a father supposed to discipline his daughter? Today, I'm going all out—I'm having you release your grip right now, or I'll take you along with me. If the daughter isn't properly educated, it's the mother's fault—don't think you can escape this!" After half a lifetime of marriage, Chen夫人 deeply understood her husband. If she tried to hold him back now, it wouldn't help at all—it would only make him angrier and the situation worse. She had no choice but to let go. The old man shouted with full force, "Chen Yue! You're such a spendthrift! Stand there!" Just after completing the pendant-holding gesture and about to turn to leave, Chen, the beautiful woman, was startled by the old scholar's roar—her legs gave way and she nearly fell to the ground, only managing to steady herself against the car door. Qin, the young nobleman, turned back to see the old scholar's furious face, with his hair standing straight up like a lion in full rage. Only, this lion was notably thin and frail. Yet, his presence and aura were overwhelming—especially for Chen Yue, his daughter, who since childhood had been strictly disciplined by the old scholar and harbored an unspoken sense of fear toward him. Qin smiled wistfully, saying, "I didn't want you to get off the car, yet you insisted—now that your father has discovered our romance, will he be content with a mere nod?" "Definitely not," Chen replied, knowing well her father. Once he's truly angry, he won't let it go until he's fully vented—and right now, it's clear that the old scholar's anger goes far beyond simple annoyance. She turned to Qin the young lord, biting her lips and asking, "Did you see my father just now?" "No, I didn't," Qin Feng quickly asserted his position. "Of course you did," Chen Yue insisted with growing intensity. "Otherwise, why wouldn't you let me get off?" "Isn't it good of me to be thoughtful? This place is surrounded by countryside on all sides—no village in sight, no town either. I'm driving you, isn't that reasonable?" Qin Feng countered firmly. Chen Yue raised her tone even further: "You're lying! You must have seen Master Li. Why didn't you stop me from getting off?" "Hey, that's reverse blame!" Qin the young lord wouldn't back down. "It was you who insisted on getting off. If I'd dared to stop you, would you have let me off without a fight?" "If you'd told me Master Li was right outside, I'd never have gotten off!" "Ah, well, then—I truly didn't see him!" "You *did* see him! You're deliberately making this up! You're intentionally trying to embarrass me, to watch me being scolded by Master Li—this is "Qin was wronged and died suddenly. Brother is a man who always stays focused and sincere. Just now, he was busy taking advantage of you, paying full attention to you, never glancing outside. The old master came storming in, with a determined expression—'I've killed you, this pair of deceitful, lustful spouses!' He didn't have time to explain further, speaking in a hurried tone: 'Now what should we do? The old man looks ready to kill us—should I go up or should you?' 'What do you mean, should I go or should you? It's my father who's being treated like this. How dare you even approach him? I'm not done with you yet!' Chen Yue quickly moved around the front of the vehicle, opened the door on the right side, and as she climbed in, shouted, 'What are you waiting for? Drive!'