While walking up the stairs, Qin Feng kept chuckling behind Su Wu. His chuckle made Su Wu, who was walking ahead, feel deeply uneasy, so she quickened her pace and stopped by a door on the second floor, saying, "That's the guest room—from now on, it's yours!" As she turned to leave, Qin Feng stepped in front of her. "Wait a minute! Don't you think it's necessary to introduce me to the room's facilities? What if I'm not familiar with some high-end appliances?" Su Wu, the little spry one, huffed, "You can rest assured—besides the chandelier above and the bedside lamps, there are no other electrical appliances in the room!" "Wait—really?" Qin Feng couldn't believe it, so he pushed open the door and took a quick look inside. The room was just as luxurious and European in style as the one downstairs, with wooden paneling on the lower half of the walls, soft fabric upholstery above it, and a complex ceiling design above that. A large bed, a set of solid wooden wardrobes, and a small desk with a chair—nothing else. Just as he was about to ask how there was no air conditioning, Su Xiaoniu interjected, “Our home uses central air conditioning; all the ducts are hidden within the ceiling, and the system operates automatically—no manual controls needed!” Wow, I'm speechless. This is truly a well-off mansion—back when I thought our villa was already excellent, I now realize we're still far from being truly affluent. When he turned around, Su Wu had already walked away with a light, brisk step. “Hey, doesn’t this seem like poor hospitality? According to European noble customs, you’d at least have to kiss me goodbye before leaving—that’s called a ‘farewell kiss.’” He shouted loudly. “Dream on,” Su Wu replied without turning around. “I’m Chinese—never take European etiquette seriously!” “Well, she truly is a little firebrand. Qin Feng smiled and shook his head, then walked straight into the bedroom and lay down on the big bed. The bed was very soft, with a fine redwood headboard carved with elegant patterns—though the only thing lacking in beauty was the absence of a woman on the bed. After a long flight and several rounds of strategic negotiations with Su Wu's family, he was truly exhausted and soon fell asleep. Below, a young girl dressed in a black-and-white servant's uniform shook her head vigorously, as if tossing a wave, saying, "Miss, I deeply love James. I would never do anything to betray him!" Su Wu then tossed another stack of one-hundred-euro bills on the table, saying, "I'm doubling my offer—just spend one night with James, and you'll have all this money!" The maid stared at the two stacks of bills, equivalent to half a year's salary. The thought of earning such a sum simply by sleeping with James was genuinely appealing—she couldn't help but feel touched. Yet, she had a well-known, close boyfriend, and how could she possibly betray him? Su Wu bit her lips and then tossed out another stack of papers, saying, "Rest assured, I'll never tell anyone about this—as long as you keep quiet, no one will know what you've done. After all, it's just a night with a man, maybe half an hour, perhaps even less. You should think carefully. If you'd rather, I can always go to Mary; she won't refuse!" The maid replied without hesitation, "I agree, Miss. The gentleman I'd like to accompany me is the one who just had dinner with the lord!" "Exactly him," Su Wu nodded. The maid's eyes sparkled, "That gentleman is quite handsome—much better than James, and dining with the lord means he must be someone of considerable standing. To share a night with him is truly fortunate!" Su Wu sighed, thinking internally, "Since you're so enthusiastic, shall I return the money? After all, he's just a good-looking young man—what's so special about that?" "By the way, there are cameras installed in the guest rooms—you should know that." "Su Wu said. The maid nodded, "Of course I know. When the time comes, please make sure to copy the recorded content and send me a copy—this will be one of my precious memories!" Su Wu was truly fed up, huffed, "Go on now, don't mess this up!" "Rest assured," the maid said happily, taking her money and walking off. Su Wu sat down with a frown, opening her computer and muttering, "How could I have spent so much money? If only I'd called in a call girl instead! Having my own servants handle it—what a poor move!" Soon, the screen displayed the view of the guest room. Tap, tap, tap... Qin Feng was sound asleep when he heard the knock. He replied, "Who is it? The door isn't locked—come in!" The door was pushed open from the outside. Before coming in, the maid had carefully arranged her appearance—she had applied a light makeup and deliberately unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her smooth, pale neck and two full, rounded breasts. Originally long and flowing, her skirt had been tucked in, showcasing the elegant lines of her legs, clad in black silk stockings and wearing high heels. Should Su Wu’s mother have seen this, she would certainly have been incensed—she would never tolerate any challenge to her status as head of the household, no matter how old Su Kui had become. Thus, both male and female servants were expected to maintain a polished, formal appearance, especially the maids, who were strictly prohibited from wearing attire with any hint of allure or from wearing heavy makeup. When Qin Feng looked up, he saw a well-dressed maid with a certain grace—her face was pleasing, though her mouth was slightly large and didn’t quite match her facial features. What truly caught his attention, however, were the two prominent, snow-white, firm hills of her chest. Yet it was already early winter in Europe—wasn't it getting chilly? Moreover, I saw so many servants at dinner, all dressed so formally, wrapped tightly from head to toe, their long gowns even reaching the floor—what else could one expect? "Is there anything I can do?" he asked. "The gentleman from the East, Lord Su, fears you might feel lonely, so he has asked me to accompany you." The maid closed the door and walked gracefully toward the large bed, her eyes constantly sparkling with warmth and intensity. Good heavens—just a moment ago, he said the bed needed a woman, and now she's here so quickly! Lord Su certainly knows how to make things happen. I'm a man of principle, you know. When such a situation arises, should I accept it, or should I accept it, or should I simply accept it outright? After all, it's Lord Su's thoughtful gesture. If I refuse, wouldn't that make the host feel disappointed? At that moment, the maid had already gracefully approached the bed, looking as if she were ready to be chosen at will—she would immediately remove her clothes and let him take his time, as soon as Qin Feng nodded. Not quite. As he reached out to make the gesture, he sensed a hint of conspiracy. Though they had known each other for only a short time, it was clear that Su Kui was a principled man. How could a principled man arrange such a "program" for his guests right at home?