Reading on mobile phone Under Shu Yajing's guidance, Qin Feng drove the car into a residential community in the provincial capital. Eighty Electronic Book (txt02.com) Shu Yajing's mother divorced from her husband ten years ago and now lives alone. The reason for the divorce is simple—the husband found a mistress, who eventually took over as the primary spouse, leaving Shu Yajing, the original wife, embarrassed and defeated. At that time, Shu, then a student in junior high school, was awarded custody of her mother and lived with her until she graduated from university. This is also why Shu never mentions her father in front of others—the incident has remained a deep, unhealed wound in her heart. Aside from Qin Feng, only a few of her siblings are aware of it. A four-wheel drive vehicle is parked downstairs, looking quite familiar—seems to be Zhou Mingchu's car. "Uncle and his family have arrived already," Shu said, "and they've been quite prompt." Qin Feng opened the trunk and, as he carried items down, said, "That uncle made a serious mistake recently and has to constantly impress his family and relatives!" "Indeed," smiled Shu, the police officer, nodding. Together, they carried the bundles of goods up the stairs. In addition to her younger brother, there was also a middle-aged elegant lady and a pale young girl. The middle-aged lady was radiant and graceful—she was Zhou Mingchu’s wife—and the girl was their only daughter. The two delicate hands visible outside her sleeves were so slender they seemed almost unbearable, giving the impression that she was frail and easily worn down. Yet she still said, “You’ve brought a pile of things; soon Xiao Jing will bring another!” Zhou夫人 smiled warmly, “Mingchu has only you as his sister—after all, we’re all family. What’s there to be formal about?” In appearance, Zhou Shiqian even seemed younger than her sister-in-law, though their essences differed—one a refined noble lady, the other a modest, homegrown woman. “You two should pay more attention to Si Si,” Zhou Shiqian said with affection, always treating her niece as her own daughter. “Look at how thin she’s gotten.” “Auntie, I’m quite well, thank you.” The girl made a strongman pose with lively energy and said, "Don't be fooled by my slim figure—I'm packed with muscle!" The three elders laughed together. The girl's name is Zhou Muxi. Since childhood, she has had a fragile constitution—always prone to minor illnesses, never truly healthy—so even now, as a university student, her weight doesn't exceed eighty pounds. Yet, when she stands up, her height is quite comparable to her cousin, Shu Yajing. Standing nearly 1.7 meters tall with a weight under eighty pounds, she combines a delicate frame with a perpetually unwell air. From an early age, she's been known as "Lin Sister." Shu, the police officer, heard the laughter inside and, with her key, opened the door, saying, "Uncle and Aunt, what are you two talking about—such a joyful atmosphere!" "Xiao Jing has returned. Where is Xiao Feng?" Zhou Mingchu stood up and asked. "Behind here, doing the heavy lifting," the officer smiled. Qin Feng was carrying a stack of items, with the top box nearly blocking his face. He added, "Dad, I'm right here!" The policewoman gave him a scolding look and whispered, "What 'daddy,' call him 'uncle'!" Qin, thinking that was his uncle, not hers—how could he possibly be her uncle? With his character, calling him 'daddy' was already a great gesture. Of course, these words couldn't be said out loud—she needed to leave a good impression in her mother-in-law's eyes. Zhou Shiqian also stood up, followed by Mrs. Zhou, while the slender girl Zhou Muxi remained seated on the sofa, her large eyes sparkling, intently watching the group of gift boxes behind them. Qin Feng placed down the boxes, smiled politely and said, "Good afternoon, Mrs. Zhou. I'm Qin Feng, Jingjing's boyfriend!" It must be admitted that Qin, the young man, was quite handsome. Thanks to the many positive things his parents-in had said about him, Zhou Shiqian immediately fell in love with him the moment she saw him—such a bright, handsome young man. "Ah, Feng, isn't it? Jingjing has mentioned you several times on the phone. You're truly energetic and lively." "Zhou Shiqian smiled and said, 'Come in, sit down—after all, we're all family. There's no need to be formal!' Zhou Mingchu spoke well of him because Qin Feng had saved him on two separate occasions. Zhou夫人 was also very grateful to him; without his and his niece, Shuyajing, actively driving away Zhou Mingchu's mistress, her position would have been in serious jeopardy. Qin Feng chuckled and said, 'Auntie, you look so young! If it weren't for Xiao Jing giving me a heads-up beforehand, I would have thought you were her sister!' Zhou Shiqian was delighted by the praise. Qin Feng was always so sweet—he didn't forget to compliment Zhou夫人, saying, 'This is your aunt-in-law, right? Standing beside Auntie and Xiao Jing, you three truly look like sisters!' Zhou夫人 couldn't stop smiling. Older women are like this—though they know you're just being kind, they still feel genuinely happy when you praise their youth. With just two sentences, both elders were completely delighted. But he hadn't noticed that there was a girl still sitting on the sofa. After all, how could he help ignoring her when she was so delicate? "Er, er," Zhou Mushi coughed deliberately and said, "Sir, do you think I'm as close to my aunt as sisters?" For a moment, the atmosphere in the living room became somewhat awkward. It was already a stretch to be praised as sisters between Zhou Shiqian, Mrs. Zhou, and Shu Yajing—let alone comparing them to a young woman in her twenties. And now, with Zhou Mushi, who had a face so slender it was said to resemble a cone, with a baby-faced appearance that even rivaled the Snake Spirit from the *Hulucun* series, it was even more difficult. Although Qin's young lord had a thick skin, he wasn't quite to the point of being utterly unreasonable—he simply couldn't sincerely claim that these four women were sisters. Shu Yajing gave him a subtle glance, signaling, "This is my cousin. Don't even think about her." Qin Feng arched his eyebrows, thinking, "Your father isn't even my match—how could he be against you? If it weren't for me exposing Li Yu's plot back then, you'd already have a second mother by now. Instead of thanking me, you're even going to embarrass me. " He said, "Young friend, what grade are you in? Should I call you little sister, or should you address me as uncle?"