A gentle autumn breeze blew, and Chen Yue, drenched in sweat, shivered, feeling as though she couldn’t stay any longer or else she’d definitely catch a cold. Back at home, she still felt sticky and uncomfortable all over, her clothes pressing tightly against her skin—she decided she needed a bath. There was a private bathroom on the third floor, but it lacked a hot water heater and shower; so she had to go downstairs. The public bathroom on the second floor was well-equipped, and the smart, all-in-one bathroom looked full of features, yet she worried—what if Qin Feng walked in while she was bathing? Would she yield to him? Would she yield to him again? Or would she resist? Honestly, she knew she wasn’t his match; if Qin Feng wanted to take things further, she’d have no choice but to comply. To be safe, she’d better check out the first floor—even just a simple shower would be more than sufficient. Upon stepping down to the first floor, she was delighted to find a triangular surf bathtub tucked deep inside the bathroom, with a radius exceeding 1.6 meters—enough space even for someone tall to lie comfortably. Why wait any longer? She turned on the water and began bathing. As the warm water gushed forth, steam rose gently, and on the nearby shelves, an array of premium bath products was neatly arranged. The bath towels were fresh and clean. Most exciting of all, an automatic washing machine stood at the entrance, perfect for washing her clothes while she was bathing. She locked the door and started undressing. With each outer garment gently settling on the floor, her flawless figure came into view in the mirror—her skin as smooth and luminous as porcelain, subtly glowing with a jade hue. Her slender waist was free of any excess flesh, and her full, straight legs were so graceful that they could easily leave one breathless. She tossed her outerwear, underwear, and stockings all into the washing machine, pressed the automatic wash-and-dry setting, and then, barefoot, moved her long legs slowly into the bathtub, settling comfortably into the warm water and beginning her soak. Hmm... humming a cheerful little tune, she gently splashed the water with her delicate hands, occasionally lifting one slender leg and lightly massaging it with her palms. If Qin the Young had witnessed this scene, he would surely have bled from the nose—though he had fought several fierce battles with Huili and Fangfang inside the bathroom on several occasions, he had seen this very scene on television before. Unfortunately, at that moment, he was deep in his study, reviewing the materials sent by He Muqing, which detailed recent investigations conducted by various provinces into the organization known as Shengmen. For over a month now, Shengmen had seemed to have vanished completely. Without having actually fought against this organization on several occasions, even he might have doubted whether it had truly existed at all. The materials were compiled by Luo Man, the top figure among the former Four Pillars of Shengmen, and are both detailed and well-organized. After skimming through them, he rubbed his temples and murmured, "Could it be that Shengmen has already gone extinct? That doesn't make sense—on several previous occasions, the efforts made were, strictly speaking, nothing more than superficial. Moreover, as one of the Eight Major Sects of Tianli Sect, if Shengmen has suffered setbacks, wouldn't the central headquarters at least have taken notice, regardless of the other sects?" The bathroom door features a frosted glass that allows light to pass through but not clear visibility—a matter of course for Qin, the young magnate. With a simple flip of his hand, a special agent's eye appears in the palm of his hand, capable of seeing through glass up to 30 millimeters thick. He smiles and fastens it on himself. Instantly, the frosted glass transforms into a slightly blue-tinted transparent one. As he looks around, Chen, the beautiful woman lying in the fishbowl, raises one of her elegant legs—her delicate calf, refined knee, and polished red toenails—exuding a delightful charm. Chen doesn't realize she's being watched. The bed and bathtub provide her with an unparalleled sense of comfort; she leans her head against the headrest, radiating pure contentment. Should it have been Mei Hui, Fang Fang, Jing Jing, or Wei Wei, Qin would have immediately rushed in, swiftly removed his clothes, and shared a tandem bath with the woman inside, refusing to let go until he had completely stirred the water in the tub. But now, he could only endure. After all, the woman inside was a beautiful counselor. Though they had already been gently touching and caressing each other on the bus, they hadn't yet reached the stage of genuine, open-hearted connection. If he suddenly rushed in, what if she fiercely resisted? Would he then have to resort to a forceful, unexpected move—like a conqueror imposing his will? It was entirely acceptable to win a girl's affection through subtle means, even through cunning strategies; but the idea of forcefully asserting himself over a girl—deep down, he simply didn't want to do it. With such beauty before him, yet unable to act, he felt an intense inner turmoil. His trousers had already risen high, forming a full tent at his crotch, and Qin Feng was glaring at the door, ready to see a revolution unfold. Unconsciously, he extended his right hand toward the door handle, only to bite his lip and withdraw it again, murmuring to himself: I'll just endure a little longer—just a little longer—soon enough, his wives will return home, and then he'll be able to do as he pleases. Meanwhile, the beautiful Chen, humming a tune, casually noticed a figure reflected on the She was startled and quickly pulled her extended leg back into the bathtub, only revealing a small head, fixed intently on the glass. Qin Feng also jumped in surprise—had he been caught? Was he going to bolt now? As long as he wasn’t spotted, when Chen Yue raised her complaints later, he’d simply deny everything outright and see what she could do. Before he could even lift his leg, the woman inside spoke up in a teasing tone: “Qin Feng, isn’t it you? How does my body look, hmm? I’m going to glare right into your gold-plated eyes until you’re blind—nothing you’ll see. That matte glass was specifically designed to keep you, a typical ogre of a suitor, at bay!” Qin Feng smiled, thinking she was underestimating him completely. Whether it was a glass pane or a solid wall, he’d have no trouble seeing what was on the other side. He feigned ignorance, saying, “What’s the matter if I can’t see it? I’ll just imagine it, won’t I?” “Hahaha, really? Qin Feng, the young lord, is so childishly imaginative. I’d love to hear what you’ve imagined!” Chen Yue's tone shifted from teasing to sarcastic. Qin Feng chuckled, "I've already examined your upper body thoroughly. Just imagine what's coming next—I'm not exaggerating. I believe there's a small black mole, about the size of a green bean, on the inner side of your left thigh..." Chen Yue blinked in surprise, "How do you know that? Are you really able to see it? You're so detached—please clarify yourself!" "Heh, whether I can actually see it isn't the point. The real issue is that the built-in automatic washing machine has failed—it can wash clothes, but can't dry them. Haha."