Li Su smiled, and things had finally unfolded exactly as she had hoped—this was precisely the outcome she had always envisioned. Her smile was particularly alluring, her delicate, peach-blossom eyes gleaming as they fixed on Qin Dashi. "Actually, I can also change the color of my eyes. Would you like to give it a try, Senior?" Qin finally set down his chopsticks. "Really?" Liu Su was momentarily startled, and replied without hesitation, "I'd love to see it!" Qin stood up and walked over to her from the opposite side, fixing his gaze directly on her eyes, saying, "Please pay close attention!" As he spoke, he subtly reached into his pants pocket, where he kept the device that controls the color change of the contact lenses. The lenses were made of special materials, so even at a distance of less than one meter, the observer would hardly notice the change. As Qin's smile grew warmer, the color of his pupils gradually shifted—first from a deep brown to a light coffee tone, then suddenly turning a soft pink. Liu Su was taken aback—she had never realized he was also skilled in the art of charm. How could this be? The art of charm is a closely guarded secret—according to her knowledge, there are no more than ten people in all of China who master it, and all of them come from a single ancient and mysterious family, whose ancestral tradition is to NEVER reveal their secrets to outsiders. She instinctively began to resist, because she was fully aware of what it meant when the other’s pupils turned pink—without timely counteraction, her mind would be completely under the other’s control. Her own pupils now shimmered a strange, jade-green hue. Yet, she did not feel the intrusion of the other’s spiritual energy. As she grew puzzled, Qin Feng’s pupils suddenly reverted to their original color. "Ah! So, turning one’s eyes green is enough to resist the charm," he said, with a look of sudden realization. Liu Su only then realized she had been outwitted, her face flushed with indignation. "Qin Feng," she exclaimed, "you deliberately set a trap for me!" "Qin Da少 chuckled, "Isn't it strange, Su? You're acting so upset. Girls tend to age faster when they're angry—this isn't good at all!" Liu Su slammed her palm on the table. "Qin Feng, what exactly do you want from me?" Seeing his beautiful senior lose her temper, his own expression grew serious. He said coldly, "What I want—shouldn't that be the question I ask you? What do *you* want?" "Honestly," Liu Su replied, straightforward, "it's all about controlling you—turning everything you have into mine." In her view, once they'd fully broken down the facade, there was no point in hiding anymore. This time, Qin Feng found himself overwhelmed—too direct, really. Could it not have been a bit more subtle? He said with a cold smile, "Your idea is quite good, but rather unrealistic. Many people before you have had the same thought—would you like to know what happened to them?" "Did they all die?" Liu Su asked directly. "Exactly," he replied, "they all died." Qin Feng nodded. Suddenly, a question came to him: from Sun Kui at the beginning, to Lai Ye later, and then to Ge Zihao more recently—these individuals who had been plotting against the Qin Group—all seemed to have ties to Shengmen. Could this girl here also be from Shengmen? It didn't make sense. After all, she was already a third-year student, and while her professional background could be fabricated, her daily life patterns couldn't be. That meant she had been at Pingda for three years now. How could she have predicted Qin Feng's transfer to another university two and a half years ago? If she had no connection to Shengmen, how could she know that all those people had passed away? The truth would be revealed in due course. He furrowed his brows and said, "Your organization is indeed strong and well-hidden. But what I'm saying is this: no matter who it is that has targeted me, I will uproot it completely." "Li Su's face darkened: 'Don't think because you've won a few times you can keep acting so arrogant. The one who smiles at the end is the real winner. And isn't that exactly what you've been trying to do—extract information from me? I'm not going to fall for it!'" One of his hands slid into the instructor's clothes, gently caressing her slightly cold skin, and he smiled, saying, "The Shengmen is beginning to decline—having a twenty-year-old girl in charge is quite unexpected!" Isabella disagreed: "Not necessarily. This young Liu Su is actually more cautious and careful than either the late Lei or Go Zihao. Over the past few days, I've observed her closely, and she hasn't revealed a single flaw. It's precisely based on her manner of work that I concluded the Shengmen is faltering." "Very well," he replied with a smile, "I'll have to see what kind of schemes she'll come up with." The instructor added, "Why not simply eliminate her right now to avoid future complications? After all, she's a beautiful woman—you simply can't bear to kill her, can you?" "No, that's incorrect." "He said with deep intention, 'Mao Zedong taught us that when the enemy does not move, we should remain still. While taking the initiative early indeed ensures our safety, it also leaves us uncertain about the enemy's intentions. Should she have further plans, we'd be completely unaware—then we'd be at a disadvantage!' Isabel looked down at his hand, which had been causing trouble, and remarked, 'Little rogue, your courage is growing by the day. You're no longer content with just kissing me—you've even learned to eat tofu!' 'Heh, people can't always stay focused on the immediate present; otherwise, how could society progress?' he had his own reasoning. 'Won't you be afraid of me kicking you off your feet!' 'As long as you don't think of it, you won't act...' 'Puff! I swear, I didn't mean to kick you!' 'You were deliberately doing it.'