The old master pushed his bicycle happily, delighted since Qin Feng had promised to visit the Chen family later that evening, bringing along a portion of the "bride's dowry" as well. "Husband, you've really gone out of your way—those books must be quite valuable," Chen Yue said, hugging his arm. "Ha, even if the things were priceless, nothing compares to Yueyue's importance," he smiled. "These are gifts for my future father-in-law. Once he's gone, they'll surely pass into your hands. Then mine will be yours, and yours will be mine—ours, together!" "Indeed, you're so wonderful, husband," the beautiful teaching assistant said, hugging him and reaching for a kiss. As he watched the rosy, glowing lips of Chen Yue, he immediately kissed her. Su Wu, standing beside them, was not satisfied. "I want to kiss too! Don't treat my husband unfairly!" You never say a word, and I'll treat you equally. He reached out, embraced Su, and gave her a long, lingering kiss. The students watching from the classroom were nearly frantic—what on earth was going on? How could Chen and Su teachers, who had always been so respected, be completely taken care of by Qin Feng? Was there any justice left at all? Qin, the young noble, didn't care what others thought—he only knew that being surrounded by women made him feel utterly happy and fulfilled. Under the admiring eyes of his classmates, he and the girls enjoyed a delightful day together. Yet, for the students who had once regarded these girls as goddesses, the day must have been an ordeal of endless suffering. How many of them longed to become champions of justice, to defeat Qin Feng—the great villain—and rescue their goddesses from captivity? After school, Qin and Chen Yue headed to the supermarket to buy gifts, including supplements for the old professor and cosmetics for Chen’s wife, and set off toward the Chen household in a grand procession. Following Chen’s habitual calm and composed demeanor, no one drove a car—only the white Aston Martin belonging to the beautiful teaching assistant was used. Though Chen's residential community is mid-to-high end, no one in the neighborhood has been able to afford such a stylish sports car, so it has certainly caused a stir. Since the incident last time, neighbors have known that Chen Yue had found a wealthy boyfriend—many had even been envious at first, suspecting she might have been scammed. Now, they are even more envious. Upon learning that the respected elder scholar had reconciled with his daughter and now fully endorsed her wealthy second-generation boyfriend, Chen’s wife was overjoyed and prepared a sumptuous banquet. The elder scholar himself brought out a fine wine he had been saving for over twenty years, though not a top-tier brand, but one whose deep, aromatic character had developed through long aging. When Chen Yue opened the door, Qin Feng entered carrying a stack of gifts, politely greeting both her parents. Chen’s wife was particularly impressed with the cosmetics he had brought—products that even the mayor’s wife had been lining up to purchase. For a regular homemaker like Chen’s wife, such items were truly priceless. In her opinion, her daughter was so beautiful—both in figure and appearance—that she should definitely find a wealthy boyfriend; otherwise, she’d be in for a lot of trouble. The elder father didn’t say much—he simply gladly accepted the tonic that Qin Feng had brought. Taking advantage of her parents’ attention, Chen Yue whispered, “When did you plan to send this tonic? I didn’t know about it. With my father’s delicate constitution, won’t he experience any side effects?” He was firm in his assurances: “Of course there will be side effects—the only one being that his vitality will soar even higher. Just wait and see, soon your mother will undergo remarkable changes—not just due to cosmetics, you understand. Women need a man’s nourishment to stay youthful, heh!” The beautiful counselor gave him a withering look and remarked, “You’ve hardly any seriousness at all. After all, your future mother-in-law is my mother. Don’t you dare to make jokes about her!” "Ms. Qin's future mother-in-law is growing, and your mother is surely the easiest to please. Of course, as far as I'm concerned, I'll treat them all the same—no favoritism whatsoever. The elder scholar's gaze returned to him, and he managed a somewhat forced smile, saying, "Xiao Feng, come then. You've brought so many things—youths must learn to be economical. Don't spend money on things that don't need to be spent!" "Your words are well taken," he replied, giving the elder scholar a glance. "Shall I present it to you now, or shall we go to the study for a more detailed discussion?" The elder scholar's eyes brightened. "Let's go to the study—such valuable items wouldn't be appropriate to display in the living room." The two rose together, moving toward the study with a clear sense of mutual understanding. Chen夫人 had no idea what they were up to, and asked her daughter, "Do these two gentlemen have anything they can't say in front of us?" Her daughter replied, "Xiao Feng has something special to give to Dad—a gift of considerable importance." "Wow, the old man has finally learned to accept gifts—this truly surprises me," Chen夫人 said in a scolding tone. "Since I married him, he's never received anything from anyone except relatives and friends exchanging presents!" The young female counselor added, "Well, he may not have been interested in gifts from others, but Xiao Feng's gift—he was truly willing to trade his daughter for it!" Chen夫人 was astonished, "I didn't know about this! The old man truly rises to the occasion when he decides to act—he's truly remarkable. I must remember this day—it's so memorable!" In the study, Qin Feng produced several books that looked utterly worn and old, books so outdated they'd probably have been tossed into the bathroom if not for their very existence. As for the elder scholar, he held white gloves on both hands, carefully receiving them, and slowly turning each page, as if afraid that even the slightest exertion of strength might tear the paper. "Indeed, it is truly Zhu Xi's own handwritten annotations of the 'Great Learning'—insightful and profound, making it exceedingly difficult for later commentators to match." The elder scholar remarked with admiration. He enjoyed all the books, carefully flipping through a few pages, then looked up and asked, "Xiao Feng, how many more do you have? Could you possibly give me all of them? If not, a loan would be fine—I'll return them once I've finished studying them!" Though the elder scholar deeply disliked the value of money, he fully recognized its worth, noting that even this single copy, personally annotated by Zhu Xi, could purchase the entire house where his family currently lived. "Then we'll truly be one family—how could we possibly say we're just borrowing?" Qin, the young nobleman, said generously. "I'm giving them all to you. After all, in my collection, they're not particularly useful. It's the tradition of presenting a sword to a hero!" "That's wonderful, Xiao Feng—you are truly a kind and thoughtful child. Xiao Yue has not made a mistake in choosing you." "Master is so excited," he said, then added, "Go find Xiao Yue. You don't need to stay here with me anymore. Just call me once when we have dinner, and that'll be fine!" "Alright, then, I won't disturb you reading anymore," Qin Feng smiled and stepped out of the study. Chen Fu was busy in the kitchen, while Chen Yue returned to her room to change clothes. Changing clothes—wasn't that a perfect opportunity to steal the jade and enjoy the moment? Wow!