After a while, the rain ceased and the clouds parted. The two were tightly entwined, while Fang Fang, Shu Ya Jing, and Lin Cai Wei had already fallen asleep. Zhou Xiaoniu remembered that her phone had just rang earlier, but since they were at a crucial moment, she had overlooked it. She picked it up and stared at it in astonishment. "Is it possible that Zhou Uncle has discovered our little romance? Hehe," Qin Feng said with a cheerful smile. Xiaoniu placed the phone in front of her brother-in-law. "Look, husband—does it seem like someone wants to make a move on me?" "Make a move," he said, eyes blazing, as he studied the screen. "By heaven! Mr. Lu is no good. I've always been puzzled—he was so difficult to you in the morning, but by afternoon, he was generously teaching you all sorts of things. It seems he had other intentions all along!" This move is even more effective than playing things cool on purpose. Director Lu frequently employs it—he starts by completely dismissing the female lead, then immediately makes a sharp 180-degree turn, presenting himself as strict and deeply committed to the work, thereby creating time or psychological pressure for the actress. Once she agrees to come to his hotel room, he gains full control. On the following day, he gently softens his demands so that she passes smoothly, and during post-production, he invests extra effort to make up for any gaps—without compromising the overall ad quality. Because of his earlier rigorous demeanor, people naturally perceive Lu as a serious, dedicated professional, so even when he relaxes, no one questions it. He has refined this technique to a near-perfect level, having successfully deceived several well-known actresses, and countless less-famous ones as well. After sending the message, he lay comfortably on the bed, imagining himself pressing the slender female lead beneath him and indulging in a passionate, thorough performance. Waiting for a long time, he was almost falling asleep when the other party still hadn't responded. He sent another message, and at that very moment, Zhou Muzhi's phone was in Qin Feng's hands. He had just read the previous one and was about to get angry when the next message arrived—more explicit than the first, with a clear tone of threat: "You can choose not to come, but I guarantee you won't make it through tomorrow's shoot. I'll fully blame you, saying you're not a good actress, and recommend that the investors replace the current image ambassador." "He called Chen Bao:" "Please fetch a few women from the nightclub and bring them to Room 1812 of XXX Hotel—don't forget to bring the cameras!" Chen Bao was momentarily stunned on the other end and quickly replied, "Got it. I'll send over a few women in their thirties. Women of that age are particularly strong—fierce, relentless, always the kind who leave you breathless!" Lu, the director, soon received Zhou Muzi's reply: "Arriving within half an hour." Of course, this message was sent by Qin Feng. Lu, already in his fifties, typically relies on medication to maintain his vitality and requires a few minutes to absorb the effects. Indeed, upon receiving the message, Lu was overjoyed and promptly swallowed two blue pills, waiting for the medication to take effect. Twenty minutes later, his excitement finally came to life—his member stirred in his pants, and the knocking at the door began. "Here they are—really quick!" He jumped out of bed with great eagerness, only to be stunned when he opened the door—three women in full makeup stood there. "Have we mistaken the room?" he asked, "I didn't book any special services!" The leading woman reached for his crotch, smiled seductively. "You're not the first time I've worked, are you? How could we have made a mistake? This handsome gentleman must be Mr. Lu—the director. Let's get started, girls!" "What exactly do you want? I'm a serious man. Who told you my surname is Lu? Please, just explain clearly!" Undeterred, the three women pulled and dragged Mr. Lu onto the bed. Knowing he couldn't resist them, Mr. Lu yielded reluctantly. As the effects of the medicine took full effect, he was gradually taken over by the three women, who in turn took turns with him. Meanwhile, the three women quietly administered three pills to him without his noticing. Although these three pills were prepared by village physicians rather than imported blue pills, they demonstrated remarkable efficacy—though their drawback was a relatively heavy side effect, often weakening the body with prolonged use. The three women didn't care about such details; Brother Chen had ordered them to push the old man to his limits, refusing to stop until he was completely drained. In the face of the three vigorous and relentless women, the kind-hearted Lu uncle quickly surrendered, yet the strength of the medicine kept him upright, and eventually, he found himself with a gun but no ammunition. The three women took turns tirelessly until Lu uncle finally lost his strength and collapsed. Only then did they reluctantly depart, still feeling unsatisfied. One of them had a needle-cam installed on her bag, recording the entire sequence of events. The video was soon delivered to Qin Feng, who patted Chen Bao on the shoulder, "Well done!" "It's our duty to serve Master Qin," he added. "Chen Bao bowed and nodded, saying, "Right, Qin Shao, recently several people have been in touch with us brothers, offering very attractive terms, asking us to lead our troops and join them!" Qin Feng smiled slightly, "Is it a man named Ge Zihao who's leading the initiative?" "Exactly, it's the Ge family member," Chen Bao exclaimed, surprised. "I must say, Qin Shao, you know everything! We even planned to take some time to report this to you. Rest assured, Qin Shao—we've been under your direct support and guidance since the beginning. How could we possibly make a move that would compromise our loyalty and seek favor at the expense of our principles?" "Ah, I truly have no doubts about you two," Qin Feng added, patting his shoulder again. "It's getting late—go back now!" The next day, when Lyu the director woke up, it was already well past midday, and he had been startled awake by a sudden, urgent knocking at the door. Reflecting on last night's events, he still found them utterly unbelievable. Standing up from the bed, his legs felt weak and sore, and his head was heavy As he stepped forward at the door, he murmured to himself, "You managed to bring three chickens to cover the cistern—do you think just avoiding the first day will save you from the fifteenth? I swear, I'm going to get you onto the bed!" Opening the door, a young man who was handling the camera work said in an urgent tone, "Director Lu, why are you only just waking up? We thought you had gone out of the room entirely. We couldn't reach you on your phone, and the investors are now worried—they're saying if you don't appear soon, they'll sue us for breach of contract!" "What time is it?" "Eleven thirty in the morning!" "Oh."