?Mobile reading Su Wu had a dream in which white feathers drifted all around, piling thickly on the ground. She danced and jumped, feeling delightfully comfortable with her bare feet, until she grew tired and finally lay down on the feathers, savoring the warm sensation. Her favorite riot-dog approached from afar, its rough tongue gently licking her cheeks, sending a pleasant tingle. When she opened her eyes, however, she saw a terribly unattractive face and a disgusting tongue. Indeed, she was being licked by a dog—though not her beloved riot-dog Danny, but a Saint Bernard that constantly dripped with saliva. Several dozen dogs lay across her, all in a disheveled, miserable condition, their legs tightly bound together, unable to move. What on earth had happened? She remembered going to the backyard to check on the dogs, and then her head felt as if it had been hit—after that, she had no recollection of what happened. Upon focusing, she recognized the building as one of the backyard structures, usually used as a storage room for dog food and supplies. Nonsense! She’d been kidnapped right at home, locked inside one of her own rooms. What stunned her even more was that her boots were gone, and her legs were resting on the dogs’ bodies—hence the warm sensation—and her outer jacket was also missing, leaving only a loose, open-collared undershirt. Her arms were tied behind her back, and her knees were secured with ropes. The rope color was familiar—upon closer inspection, she nearly gasped: the ropes were actually made from the fabric of her blouse! That was the latest fall collection by Versace, launched this year, worth over ten thousand euros. Gurrrr... Not far away, a large iron pot stands on a simple stove made of several bricks, the fire blazing brightly, the pot simmering with some kind of meat, releasing a delightful aroma. "It has to be Qin Feng," Su Wu is certain. In this household, no one dares treat her this way—except the one just brought in from the airport. Didn't they lock him in a dog cage earlier? How come, in the end, he managed to subdue all the dogs? After all, there were several wild ones inside—so much so that even wolves would tail between their legs when they went hunting. And even if the dogs weren't his match, there were at least three or four people in the backyard who should have been able to stop him from acting so recklessly. Su Wu didn't know that those people had been beaten up far worse—without at least twelve hours of rest, they wouldn't have recovered at all. A person walked in from outside, holding a bundle of items. Seeing her staring intently, he smiled and said, "You're awake quite quickly, aren't you? Now, I'm not saying this just to be critical—being a Chinese living in Europe, shouldn't your kitchen have the traditional Chinese spices? I searched everywhere, went through cabinets and drawers, and only found a few cloves and star anise, plus a few heads of garlic. The cheese and butter are plentiful, but hardly usable!" As he spoke, he tossed several ingredients into the pot, and a richer, more robust meat aroma filled the air. "Qin Feng, please let me go! Do you know who I am? You've knocked me out and tied me up with ropes—now you're truly in trouble," Su Wu said, gritting her teeth. "Now, hold on a moment," Qin Feng glanced at her and said with a sigh, "I'd like you to first clarify the current situation. Is that the tone one should expect when asking for help? Since you seem so unaware of yourself, why not stay with the dogs a while longer? Don't you love them?" "Thrown among a group of other dogs, all tied up, on a cold floor—unless someone has a penchant for suffering, few would find this pleasant." Qin Feng, you're playing with fire. I guarantee you'll die a miserable death." Su Wu still had no intention of looking down. "Fine, I'll wait." Qin Feng responded with a cheerful smile, then focused intently on stirring the meat in the pot, suddenly adding, "You're lucky—you woke up at the right time. I'm not one to eat alone. I'll share some of this meat with you soon!" "I don't want any of your meat!" Su Wu stared at him. Qin, the young lord, extended his right hand and raised a single finger, swaying it back and forth. "You're mistaken. This isn't mine at all—everything came from your home. Are you really sure you don't want it?" "Of course I'm not." "Su Wu had just expressed her feelings, and immediately her stomach didn't hold its ground, making soft gurgling sounds. On the plane, she had only had a bit of snacks, and by the time she got home, the meal was already fully digested. Qin, the young lord, magically produced two sets of tableware—white porcelain plates with delicate floral edges, looking quite upscale. The cutlery, all silver, is said to be affordable only to royalty and top-tier wealthy families in Europe. He used his long silver chopsticks to carefully fork several pieces of meat and placed them on the plate, then carried it over to Su Wu. The dogs around her, already quite unimpressive, began to lick their lips and drool. "Heh, it's lucky for you, Su Wu," he said with a bright smile, "Feng's cooking isn't something everyone gets to taste. If you don't want to eat, I'll just have to let these dogs enjoy it!" "Hmph, I'll die rather than eat this... Uh, what are you doing, Qin?" Qin Feng shoved a boneless piece of meat into her mouth and said fiercely, "If you don't eat it, I'll force you to!" With the hunger driving her and his threatening words, Su Wu chewed carefully. The meat was delicious—she had never tasted such a good stew before. "Have another few pieces," Qin Feng kept pushing it into her mouth. The young girl could only keep chewing and swallowing the chewed bits. Soon, the entire plate was cleared. Qin the Young laughed heartily, "That means the taste must be excellent! Hahahaha! Now I can eat freely, little one. Just let me know if you'd like more—after all, I won't finish the whole pot myself!" The young girl glared at him, You actually treat me like a lab mouse! Qin Feng began to eat heartily and, after a few bites, suddenly asked, "By the way, what's the name of that black crowd-control dog?" "Crowd-control dog? It's named Danny—he's my favorite dog. What's wrong?" Su Wu replied. "Nothing," Qin the young man said, taking a large bite of meat. "When I carried you in, only Danny jumped up and tried to bite me." Su Wu said with pride, "Of course. Danny has been with me since childhood—he's the closest to me. When I was held captive by you, this rather unimpressive person, he naturally stayed loyal and protected me. Hm, though—I don't see him anywhere. Where has he gone?" Qin the young man gave her a mischievous smile, thinking it would be good to scare her a bit, and nodded toward the steaming pot. "He's inside—right there. You just ate him!" "What?" Su Wu's eyes widened. "You dare to kill my dog! I won't rest until I have you pay for it, Qin! I'll make you pay in full!" Qin Feng shrugged and said, "If it jumps up to bite me, I'll certainly retaliate. But your dog is simply too fragile—just one kick and it's dead. That's not my fault. It's your fault entirely. Why didn't you raise it stronger? Why didn't you take better care of it?"