?Mobile reading On the second day, several dozen ambulances arrived outside the Yang family, as multiple people suffered from varying degrees of frostbite due to having slept outdoors. Later, it was discovered that Yang Jiajun had become mentally incapacitated, while his father, Yang Xingde, had cut his wrist and died in the attic. It was said that during his illness, Yang Jiajun continued to shoot his gun four or more times daily, and the cumulative strain had ultimately transformed him into someone who no longer functioned normally; Yang Xingde, on the other hand, had been exposed due to corruption allegations, with several people having filed formal complaints and the relevant authorities now holding concrete evidence, preparing to place him under investigation. Except for Wei Qingtian, no one else knew that Qin Feng had orchestrated these events. Qin, the young lord, showed no concern about his father’s reputation—though the elder had known many things throughout his life, Qin was certain that certain matters should remain confidential, even if they were carried into the coffin. In the hotel room, the grand mahogany bed creaked and groaned for a long time as Qin, the young heir, pressed hard against Zhou Mu Si’s graceful body, fiercely engaging in passionate movements. The young woman closed her eyes, enjoying the exhilarating, breath-stirring cries that escaped her lips. After another long while, the rain finally ceased, the bed, too overwhelmed, finally grew still. Zhou Mu Si breathed heavily, savoring the peak sensations, and whispered softly, "Husband, could you please stay with me for a few more days? If you leave, I’ll miss you so much!" Qin chuckled, "Then I’d like to know—where exactly will you think of me?" Zhou, with a graceful, alluring gaze, gave him a look and said with a sniff, "Don’t you just want me to say I’m thinking of you through my little bottom?" "Well, then, I’m quite satisfied." Qin Dashi's expression grew even more delighted, his hands continuing to move over her body. He said, "If I weren't busy, I'd come over to see you regularly. Of course, when you're busy, you can also come to Plain City—just a few days from now, winter break will begin, and then we'll be together for over a month!" "Sure," the young girl nodded happily. After a while of lingering affection, she lifted her chin and said, "Husband, you're about to leave now. Why don't we make it a second time while we have this precious time together?" Qin Dashi looked at her with a skeptical gaze and asked, "You were so tired just a moment ago—constantly shouting for rest, constantly begging for mercy, weren't you?" "Rested a bit, and now I'm full of energy again—can't I?" "Then, brother, I'm delighted to have you!" He smiled mischievously, climbed back onto the bed, and soon the big bed began to creak once again. … Though the capital is pleasant, it's still not my own patch of land. Back to Pingluan City is better. Qin Dashi still carries the scent of Zhou Muzi on him, and he wears his usual smug smile as he drives back to the Qin family villa. The girls aren't at home, so he heads straight to the second-floor study. As soon as he opens his computer, several emails pop up at once. He jumped straight out of the window. If only he had known that Xiao Ya would come so quickly, he should have linked her email and phone number. Now that she’s here, he still doesn’t know. While driving, he called Shu Ya Jing: “Xiao Jing, please check right away where Miss Yashikei, the daughter of the world’s wealthiest man, Gessenkait, is staying. This is urgent—get it done right away!” On the other end of the line, Shu Ya Jing said, “Don’t worry, I’ll have it sorted within three minutes!” She had already found the information within less than two minutes. Usually, foreigners go through detailed customs registration. Given Yashikei’s special status, once she entered China, a dedicated protection team was assigned to her. Should anything unexpected happen to the daughter of the world’s richest man here, it would be a significant embarrassment for China’s top leaders. Shu Ya Jing was able to access the Ministry of Defense’s main computer system directly, which allowed her to retrieve the information so quickly. The most luxurious hotel in Pingplain had already secured its top-floor executive suite for foreign guests several days prior, and upon arrival, the hotel provided the highest level of hospitality. Yet the guests never got a chance to see each other clearly, as they were escorted in by dozens of strong, well-built bodyguards, leaving no one within twenty meters of them. The more the guests were shielded, the more the hotel staff became curious about their identities, and various rumors and speculations began to circulate among the employees. Qin Feng parked his car in the dark underground garage, then, taking advantage of a moment when no one was paying attention, launched himself into the sky at top speed, reaching the rooftop. Although all the windows of the executive suite were closed, he easily overcame this obstacle. He swiftly disabled the locking mechanism of one window, opened a narrow gap, and silently entered through it. It was truly fortunate that she had arrived just in time to enter the master bedroom of the luxurious suite. After all, the living room and other rooms were guarded by bodyguards who would immediately open fire upon any stranger attempting to intrude. Although Qin's young lord was not afraid of them, he knew these guards were specifically assigned to protect Xiao Ya, and it would have been unnecessary to clash with them. The room was exquisitely furnished: the ceiling featured a complex design, adorned with elegant chandeliers, and the walls were covered with richly patterned wallpaper. On one side stood a tall white wooden wardrobe, while in the center lay a spacious bed over two and a half meters wide, complete with bedside tables, dressing tables, and a writing desk. Moreover, there was a large bathroom exceeding twenty square meters. The bed was covered with a fine silk quilt, and Yaoshi lay quietly within the covers, her small head peeking out, her expression serene. Perhaps the air conditioning was too cool, causing her to shift restlessly—first one slender, pale arm emerged, then one leg wrapped in a silk nightgown. Qin Feng moved a chair closer and smiled to herself, saying, "Such a restless sleeper—no wonder she's so clever!" By the clock, she had already been asleep for over seven hours and should be waking up now. Qin the Young had not eaten her tofu, but had simply waited quietly for her to awaken. A while later, Yapo's long eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her large eyes. "I'm awake," said Qin the Young with a smile. "Feng, it's you—it's really you."