Humming a tune, Qin Feng arrived home and went to the garden on the third floor. "How did you manage to come up here?" Chen Yue was surprised, sipping her coffee, "You've been skipping classes again, haven't you? You're always running away—how can you possibly survive if you don't? As a student, I really don't know what else to say!" Qin Feng shrugged and replied, "Your father's been rushing around campus like a wolf, you've vanished completely, and now I'm the one being chased. Staying at school is just suicide—I'm really dumb!" "Your father's actually more like a wolf than that," the beautiful teaching assistant said, glaring at him. "Ah, my late father was a boxer. If he heard you describe him that way, he'd be delighted. Of course, comparing him to your future father-in-law might not be the most flattering, but that's exactly what I'm saying. Don't you think so?" Qin Feng pulled out his phone, opened a WeChat photo, and handed it to her. The photo captures Laodufu roaring skyward, his hair standing on end and his facial expression truly resembling a lone wolf on the grasslands. "Who's your future father-in-law? My father won't agree to have you as my partner at all," Chen Yue scolded, then tossed the phone to him with a huff, "The photos are terrible—how dare you upload them!" "The beautiful counselor stopped paying attention to him, turned to gaze at the distant scenery, and murmured, 'I thought just a few days of hiding would suffice. I didn't expect the old professor to be so furious. It seems I'll have to stay here for a while!' Qin Feng immediately resumed his cheerful expression: 'As long as you stay here for life, I'm fine with it—after all, I'm taking care of you!' Chen Yue gave him a graceful, withering look and changed the subject: 'Where is Sun Cheng? Has he shown up at the school?' At this, Qin, the young man, beamed with delight: 'That boy went to one classroom, only to be beaten up by the students, and then he walked out looking embarrassed. Now he's being "protected" by about forty police officers—his life is quite comfortable!' She asked curiously, 'Why are the police protecting him?' 'Protected—with quotation marks, of course. He's suspected of stealing national treasures.' He chuckled to himself. Chen Yue’s face slightly changed: “Brace yourself, Sun isn’t exactly a good man. I just can’t understand—how could the renowned master of Chinese painting, Liu Shiyan, have accepted him as a disciple?” He didn’t exaggerate a bit; he laid out the full situation regarding Luo Man: “Sun Sheng appeared suddenly about a month ago, and his identity documents clearly appear forged. Recently, Liu Shiyan suffered a stroke and nearly died on the operating table, but miraculously recovered. It’s said that his recovery was greatly attributed to Sun Sheng. However, when I finish speaking, the point is—Liu Shiyan’s illness is also closely tied to Sun Sheng!” Chen, the beautiful woman, listened with a bit of dizziness: “Could it be that Sun Sheng first poisoned Liu Shiyan, then stepped in to save him, using that as a stepping stone to become his official disciple?” “Exactly! I thought the same thing—what a perfect match!” Qin Feng smiled warmly, his arm gently encircling the woman’s waist without making a sound. "The hero's view is identical to mine—how is that related to your arm?" Chen, the beautiful woman, twisted her body and pushed his arm away, trying to reclaim her space. Of course, Qin, the young man, wasn't discouraged. He smoothly stepped forward and stood just under twenty centimeters away from her, saying, "Proven facts show that Sun Cheng is truly a bad guy. I'm better—choosing me means you have a sharp eye!" The female counselor gave a light scoff and stepped toward the swing. Swinging on the swing, huh—hey, I like that. With a determined face, he followed her, settling into the seat and immediately wrapping his arm around her waist, saying, "Don't be so distant—don't you remember how you promised me last night?" "You dare bring up last night?" Her eyes widened in surprise. Last night, she had certainly yielded to his overwhelming charm, not out of genuine enthusiasm. Qin Feng didn't care about the details. What mattered was the outcome. As for the process—some twists and turns were perfectly normal. … The Chen household felt a bit off. Master Chen stormed in, slamming the door, and addressed his wife who was knitting, saying, “Chen Yue hasn’t been seen at the jazz club, has she? The people there haven’t seen her for several days now. Think carefully—besides all the places we’ve already checked, where else could she possibly be?” The wife set down her knitting and counted on her fingers, saying, “There are so many places she could go—hotels, guesthouses, inns, or perhaps even her boyfriend’s home…” “Boyfriend? I won’t acknowledge that!” the old man huffed. The wife thought to herself that her daughter had already been spending a lot of time with someone—how could he possibly deny it now. The old man continued, “Guess what I found out—this young man is already engaged and has a girlfriend. He’s also one of Chen Yue’s students. How can she compete with her own student for a man? It’s truly scandalous!” "Madam Chen quickly interjected, 'Father, I think this time you shouldn't be too harsh. Why did Daughter dare to leave home? Isn't it because she's afraid of you actually confronting her? Your current approach only fuels her rebellious spirit. What if, in her determination, she ends up getting pregnant with someone else—what then?' The old man was so angry he shook all over, and with a sharp clap on the table, he exclaimed, 'She dares? Then I'll simply disown her!' ... The swing swayed back and forth. Chen Yue struggled a few times, but ultimately couldn't free herself, so she just accepted it. 'Yueyue,' he said with a cheerful smile, 'what do you think your parents are doing right now? Are they searching all over for you, or are they planning how to deal with you?' Ah, cough... ah, cough... The beautiful woman sneezed twice, sighed, and said, 'Both, probably. I'm just hiding here!' 'Heh, I have a suggestion,' he said seriously. 'Would you like to hear it?' 'Go on.' "Chen Yue decided to give him a chance, even if it meant turning a dead horse into a live one." "Besides, we might as well go in and study human anatomy and the process of childbirth, right?" "You... you're dead!" "How about experiencing that 'desire-to-ascend-to-heaven, desire-to-die' sensation? That sounds wonderful too!" "Remove your hand right now! I agreed to give you a chance to pursue me, but you can't treat me this way—this is coercion, do you understand?" Qin Feng gave up on inserting his hand into her clothes. If the woman had the strength to resist, then she could just hold him—after all, he wouldn't make any further moves.