?Reading on mobile phone Who could possibly not notice the subtle changes in the couple's expressions? It's clear they're acting—nothing but trying to secure more benefits for their daughter. Chapter Eight, Electronic Book Since he'd now fully observed their little tricks, he felt confident and returned a steady, mocking smile. Su Wu was the only one unaware of the game going on. She dared not lift her head; her face was blazing hot, completely unaware that the three people before her each had their own hidden motives. "Father, your heart condition isn't good—please don't get excited. What if something goes wrong? Then we'd be left with just me and Xiao Wu, motherless and childless, and how would we manage the rest of our lives?" Su's wife said, her expression deeply sorrowful. Qin, the young son, looked on and thought: this entire family deserved a nomination for Best Actor—so convincing were their performances. If it hadn't been for his brother having just witnessed that scene, he might have genuinely believed it. Old Su immediately adopted a breathless expression, holding his chest as if he truly had heart trouble. "Mr. Qin, madam, please don't be upset—trust me to take care of Xiao Wu." Qin, though trying hard to suppress his laughter, knew that in front of Su Xiaoniu, he had to carry out his duties seriously. The old man grew dark in the face. "How could we possibly feel at ease? You have several girlfriends back in China—what if my daughter gets treated unfairly by them? With all the distance between us, what can we do?" "Exactly," Su's wife added, encouragingly. Su Wu gently lifted her head, speaking in a sweet, pleading tone. "Parents, please don't worry about me. I've already lived in China for years—I'm not someone who can be easily bullied!" The old man immediately glared at her, signaling for her to stay quiet, then spoke: "Xiao Feng, we're all quite traditional in our thinking. Since you and Xiao Wu have already been living together, we can't possibly pretend nothing has happened. Honestly, both my wife and I have really liked you, but your personal life has been rather chaotic—so we're genuinely concerned. You must give us a clear promise, or else, even if I sacrifice my life, I won't let my daughter step into this mess!" "Su Wu also asked, 'Really? Why don't I feel anything? Are you not lying to us?' Hearing her daughter's words, the two parents tightened their teeth simultaneously, waiting for his explanation. Qin Feng glanced at Su Wu with a look of annoyance—you insist on having me explain everything in front of them, well then, as long as you don't feel embarrassed, I won't either. He murmured, 'How could you possibly feel anything? At that time, you were shouting and crying! Try to calm down and focus on your lower abdomen—do you feel a swirling, satellite-map-like formation there?' The young woman pinched him gently, gave him a scolding look, and then settled down to concentrate. A few seconds later, she suddenly exclaimed, 'I see it! I see it! Not only is there a satellite-map-like shape, but there are also numerous highway-like structures, with a steady flow of energy moving through them!' Qin Feng said, 'Ma'am, that's the Dantian energy vortex and the meridians, all right!' "Can you talk about satellite cloud images and not let me speak at all?" the young woman huffed. Su Kui and his wife were overjoyed—having their daughter become a cultivator was their greatest wish at the moment, and they exchanged a glance, then nodded in unison. "Little Feng, let's go have breakfast together; otherwise, it will get cold," the old man said, running a hand over his beard. Since they were now eating together, it clearly meant that the couple had officially acknowledged their relationship. How could it be otherwise—Chinese people simply don't know how to express their feelings! Under the long-standing influence of Confucian ideals, they often keep their thoughts hidden, letting others guess. To actually say something out loud would be to risk their lives. Even worse, when others couldn't figure it out or made a wrong guess, they would often blame the person who had tried to interpret them. Well, the old man was already quite elderly—give him a chance to rely on his age. Qin Feng smiled warmly, took Su Wu's hand, and followed them downstairs. Su Wu lowered her voice and said softly into Qin Feng's ear, "You big bad guy, why didn't you tell me earlier? And why did you have to say such awkward things right in front of my parents? How am I supposed to face them now?" "It's my fault," Qin, the young nobleman, huffed. "You fell asleep so quickly—how could I have a chance to talk to you? If you hadn't doubted me just now, why would I have said all that? Now you're blaming me? That's completely unreasonable!" The young woman pouted. "Are you a man or not? Can't you just a little bit accommodate me?" "Ah, yes, I'll make sure to pay more attention from now on. Don't be angry, my dear wife, please forgive me this time!" "Hmph. We'll see how you do. If you don't perform well, I'll divorce you!" "Thank you, Majesty. I'll certainly strive to do better. I'll not only make up for my mistakes, but also earn new achievements!" The private conversation between the two was clearly heard by Su Kui and his wife, leaving them both pleasantly stirred—this clearly indicated that the children had set aside their past grievances, which was most encouraging. At dinner, Su Wu completely changed her earlier behavior of puffing her cheeks and glaring at Qin Feng, now behaving gently and obediently, like a well-behaved cat, constantly fetching food for him. The old man knew his daughter's nature well—he simply couldn't be interested in, let alone fully won over, by men who weren't particularly strong-willed. After dinner, Su Wu suggested they go out for a stroll. Su Kui had originally intended to say that things outside were unsettled and that it would be safer to stay indoors, but then he changed his mind: with Qin Feng, a truly exceptional master at his side, even if there were dangers, what could they do? Last night, his daughter had gone through so much—going out to clear her mind would surely be beneficial, preventing prolonged stress from taking a psychological toll. Unusually, Qin Feng walked out of the manor this time, as he was holding the young lord of the estate. It would have been quite impractical to carry her up through the windows, wouldn't it? Once they reached the garage, he asked, "Where shall we go?"