"Driving. Eighty Electronic Book." Qin Feng was taken aback, instinctively turning the car key to the right, only realizing after starting the engine: "We're escaping!" "Of course we are—what else could we do?" Chen, the beautiful woman, gave him a withering look and sneered, "You haven't seen him trying to crush us into pieces, have you? Do you think we're going to stand there and fight him? We'll just bolt first, let my mother talk him down, and then we'll go apologize when he's calm!" Qin Feng, as he shifted into gear and pressed the accelerator, replied, "After all, it's *our* escape—aren't you the one who made him angry? What's it to me?" Chen narrowed her eyes, "Are you *really* claiming you have no responsibility?" Watching her flustered expression, Qin Young quickly said, "I take full responsibility. I shouldn't have parked my car on this road—luckily, it was your father who noticed. You can rest assured such a mistake won't happen again. Next time, I'll drive all the way to a place where even birds won't settle to defecate!" "You won't have a next time," Chen Yue turned her back on him. The car shot forward like an arrow, and of course, the old scholar wouldn't let them leave without a chase. With his long, slender legs, he began to follow. Qin Feng watched clearly through the rearview mirror, and couldn't help asking, with a racing heart, "By the way, how good is the old scholar's long-distance running ability?" "He's just a naturally frail bookish man. Why would you ask that?" Chen Yue was puzzled. He gestured toward the rearview mirror. "I'm right behind you. How long do you think he can keep up?" Chen Yue stared at the mirror, then shouted, "Then why aren't you accelerating? Take a right turn now—only when the old scholar can't see the car will he stop Qin Dashi shrugged, thinking how truly stubborn the old man was—no matter how one thought about it with just their toes, one couldn’t possibly keep up with a car’s wheels. Why, then, did he insist on stopping only when he couldn’t see them anymore? He sharply turned the steering wheel, and the car smoothly entered the right lane. With a strong burst of acceleration, the speed increased steadily, and soon the vehicle had traveled several hundred meters. Indeed, the old man gave up. Huff—both of them exhaled deeply. Chen Yue’s tense emotions fully relaxed, and she finally leaned back against the seat, saying, “Qin Feng, what exactly was the poison I suffered from earlier? I’ve never heard of rose pollen being toxic. Are you just making this up?” Qin Dashi blushed, speaking in as calm a tone as possible, “How could I be making this up? You did experience symptoms of poisoning, didn’t you? Well, coughing, coughing—this was actually a severe pollen allergy. Could your own sensations have been mistaken?” "Back then, I was gasping for air," Chen Yue, with her adorable expression, furrowed her nose. "I never knew I'd be allergic to pollen. That bouquet of purple roses was so dominant! Wait—why didn't you take me to the hospital? Why did you just stop by the roadside?" "Ma'am, if you weren't breathing, wouldn't I have had to stop and perform CPR? If I didn't stop, you'd have died," Qin Feng said, never blushing when lying, speaking seriously. "You actually scared me half to death. I was so excited I ended up walking the wrong way—no idea how I ended up at the lake scenic area. But, thank goodness, I managed to handle it all. You should thank me, Yueyue—you're alive because of me!" "Stop calling me Yueyue! Who gave you the right to do that?" the beautiful counselor said, giving him a withering look, her tone clearly displeased. "I'm your teacher, you know!" "Right, Yueyue Teacher!" "Hmm!" She had escaped with her life, yet didn't have much time to celebrate, for she knew very well that Master Li would never easily forgive her. What was she to do now? She couldn't go to school, her home, or the jazz bar—Master Li had surely set up an all-encompassing network of defenses. Visiting any of these three places would be equivalent to seeking out trouble. Beyond these three, she had no other place to go. After thinking hard, she still couldn't come up with a clear reason. With a look of growing concern, she said, "Qin Feng, I truly think I've been ruined by you this time. Okay, okay, I'll admit your intentions were good—still, your constant scrambling has caused me significant stress. So, you need to find me a safe place to stay. I need to hide for a while!" Upon hearing this, he raised an eyebrow, "Are you ordering me to do something, or are you planning to stick to me like last time?" The beautiful counselor first raised her small fist, then lowered it gently, speaking in a soft tone: "I just wanted to ask you for help, not to command you at all. I didn't even think of staying put and making you wait. Would you mind just helping me out a little? You wouldn't want me to be taken back by the head teacher, would you?" Hehe—girls should always be like this: not pushy at all, but gentle and warm. "It's a piece of cake," Qin Feng generously replied. "Would you like to stay at a hotel or an apartment? I can arrange it in minutes." The young woman tilted her head and thought for a moment: "A hotel sounds good—the facilities are quite nice. But meals are a real issue. Wouldn't it be a hassle to order takeout every day? And if we go out to eat, I'm afraid my father will catch me. An apartment would be nice too, though the environment is rather messy. How about this—I'll stay at your place, and I'll have a great time with Weiwei!" "Wait—what? You're planning to live at my place and eat at my table?" Qin Feng blinked, his eyes wide. Just a moment Chen Beijie pouted: "Your house isn't quite large, right? The guest rooms are just empty, so why not let me stay in one? I can pay you the rent if necessary. As for meals, don't you have to take care of Caiwei as well? Why not serve me an extra portion too—it won't cost you much. I'm not very hungry, after all. Come on, can't you be a little more generous? If not, I'll just pay for my meals—what a stingy iron rooster you are!" Qin the Young Gentleman smiled, a very YD smile: "Talking about money always hurts feelings. How could I possibly ask you for anything? Just stay and eat freely!" "This is what you said—no backing out!" Chen Yue, fearing he might change his mind, firmly insisted. "Ah, you don't know how honest and dependable I am, do you?" he said with a cheerful smile. "I'm not short of money either. As long as you make Qin the Young Gentleman happy, I'll even give you a little extra—ah, don't glare at me! I didn't mean to imply that I'm taking you on as "Herbs and cosmetics," Chen Yue corrected him first, then said, "So, do your cosmetics actually work? How can I get them!" "Absolutely effective—guaranteed. If they don't work, we'll compensate," he beamed. "To get them, it's actually quite simple: one kiss per bottle. How about that?" After all, Hou Bao had nearly completed his research on turning his nourishing herbs into cosmetic products. Though it was still a long way until launch, securing a few dozen trial bottles should definitely be no problem. Being able to exchange for beautiful kisses—free trial samples—was surely a win-win. "Hmm, you're dreaming," Chen said with a sniff. "It all depends on whether your cosmetics actually work. If they're not up to par, I'll kick you right out of here."