While reading on her phone, He Muqing kicked the ball to Qin Feng for two reasons. First, she had truly been overwhelmed—there were dozens of stylish, world-renowned sedans on display, and she could choose any one of them. No matter who she was, anyone would surely be dazzled by such variety. Second, the most affordable model still cost three to four million yuan. As a young woman raised with excellent upbringing, He Muqing felt a bit hesitant to make the move. While she’d never hesitate to negotiate for several luxury handbags—each costing just a few thousand yuan—now she was dealing with cars priced in millions. Qin, the young magnate, shrugged—he simply couldn’t offer the most budget-friendly option, or it would have seemed too stingy. His gaze settled on the sleek, dynamic blue sports car, and he said, "How about this limited-edition Luster? The biggest advantage of this vehicle is its powerful horsepower—the 12-cylinder engine delivers strong performance. Whenever you're chasing a thief or getting chased yourself, they'll definitely be outpaced!" Hele leader gave him a graceful, teasing look and remarked, "You're the one who's been chased!" Then she walked over to the blue Luster, extended her delicate hands, and gently ran them over the smooth engine hood. She truly liked the car, yet immediately found herself at a loss—while the 12-cylinder engine was indeed powerful, its fuel consumption was equally demanding. On top of that, the regular maintenance and service costs added up, making it difficult for her monthly salary of just a few thousand yuan to cover the expenses. Qin Da Shao noticed her concerns. Following the principle of sending the Buddha all the way to the West, he readily said, "For these vehicles, I've arranged ten oil cards worth 100,000 yuan each. One card should cover three years of fuel expenses. Additionally, these vehicles are registered at a maintenance facility under Qin Group, so they can be serviced and maintained at any time, along with regular washing—all expenses will be charged to my name!" He then pulled out a golden-yellow oil card from his pocket and handed it over. He Liang, as if holding a treasure, gently kissed the card and exclaimed, "That's wonderful! Now I won't have to worry about their fuel consumption anymore!" "Wait a minute," he gestured不满ly toward his own face, "what does it mean to kiss the card? Shouldn't you be kissing *me*? Without me, how could this card even exist?" "Ah-hah," she smiled, "you're so grown up now, still competing with a card for attention!" "He smiled and then stepped forward, wrapping his arms around his neck, whispering softly, 'Don't worry, you're definitely going to get your share of benefits!' She slightly raised her head, pouting her fresh red lips. Since she had initiated the kiss, Brother didn't feel the need to bend down—just go ahead. Seeing Qin Feng ready to enjoy the moment, she refused to lower her head, wrinkling her nose slightly, then lifted her toes to reach him. Their lips met, and Qin, the young lord, could no longer hold back—his tongue slid smoothly into her mouth, capturing her playful little tongue and kissing her passionately. His hands weren't idle either: one firmly squeezed her firm, rounded buttocks, while the other slipped beneath her clothes, moving upward, finally resting on the left, prominent peak. With both fronts under siege, Her Leader's body began to subtly shift and sway. Qin Feng used the hand beneath him to support her buttocks, pushing upward so she sat on the car's hood. Now, she had no chance to resist. Indeed, He Leader not only stopped resisting but also wrapped her legs around his waist to maintain her balance. Qin's young attendant immediately lifted his head, though the thick layers of clothing still pressed firmly against her thighs. He Leader felt a solid object pressing against her, initially startled, but then reassured herself—after all, there were several layers of fabric between them—so she simply accepted it. The prolonged kiss lasted nearly ten minutes. When they finally parted, He Muqing realized that the bra she was wearing had already been unfastened, and the warmth of his hands still lingered on her breasts. "Qin Feng, you're truly unimpressed—so many beautiful girlfriends at home, yet you still remember to eat my tofu." She gave him a withering look, scolding, "Are you suggesting I'm going to be tucked away in your bed too?" "Ha, ha, isn't it natural that a graceful young lady attracts a gentleman? Who would mind having more money, and who wouldn't mind having more women?" He reached out again with both hands, claiming a mountain peak, and with a mischievous smile said, "We've already reached this point—we just need the final step. If you don't marry me, who else would you marry?" "What's so special about that? It's just a few kisses and caresses. Even if we make it to the bedroom, what's the big deal?" With an air of pride, the leader lifted her chin and sniffed, "These days, it's no longer customary to save the first time for the husband. Having the first child with your husband is already considered quite responsible!" "What nonsense! You're not allowed to think that way—how dare you! You deserve a good scolding." He pulled his right hand back and gave her a solid slap on her firm, rounded backside. Plink... A sharp sound, and He Muqing cried out in pain, "I just said that! Why should you take it so seriously? You're so domineering—your hands are so heavy! You've really hurt me!" "You chose to be this way," Qin the young noble insisted, not feeling wrong at all. "Even if it's just words, you must know—I've already decided you're my wife. Anyone who dares to challenge you, or who has any ill feelings toward you, will certainly suffer!" He Muqing's mouth grew even more pouty. "I knew you'd say that—always so domineering! Once you've made me feel this way, I'll never dare to speak up again. After all, I'm your superior, aren't I? You should listen to me!" "Regarding work matters, I certainly can listen to you," he smiled gently. "As for other things, it's better for men to make the decisions. Just remember—you're mine, that's all!" Watching her pout grow higher, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her. "Mmm... you're so dull, always picking on the boss..." "Picking on you? That's entirely natural, my dear." Then came a longer, more intense wet kiss than before—hadn't Qin's young lord been a bit more gentle, her blouse would have been completely stripped off, not just a few spots compromised. Only when the woman in his arms was gasping with breath did he finally reluctantly pull away. The boss, it seemed, was going to have a hard time avoiding trouble now. Taking a deep, fragrant breath, she said, "Shall we go for a drive? I haven't yet experienced the feel of driving a sports car!" "Certainly. Let's go now—I recommend the outer ring road. It's wide and less crowded, so we can drive at high speed and truly let the car perform at its best." He flipped his hand, and instantly, keys appeared in his palm. He handed them to her. "From now on, you're the owner. Go experience its powerful performance."