Lying quietly in the hospital room, the pig-like man with the surname Zhang looked listless. The single patient room seemed rather cold and quiet. He had nearly regretted everything. Over the past few years, he had earned a solid income, yet he had also done many things that weighed on his conscience—manipulating several girls with simple, sincere personalities. Now, whenever he saw a beautiful woman, his eyes would go wide, and his heart would flutter with restless excitement. With his personal financial resources and his cousin, who worked at the public security bureau, even if certain girls felt slighted, they ultimately had no choice but to let matters rest. This realization had greatly boosted his confidence. He now truly understood that there were always greater forces beyond the sky and mountains beyond the hills—his modest background, when compared to true powerhouses, was no more than a local snake, at best a small mud eel. Moreover, losing his carefully built store business was the greatest blow. He had decided to completely transform himself. With proven success already under his belt, a second rise was now within reach. Just as he was full of confidence, the door was pushed open from the outside, and two figures leaped in—definitely not doctors, nor his friends, by their appearance. As he was about to shout, one of them covered his mouth with a hand, while the other pressed a gun against the side of his head. The fat man nearly lost his bladder, trembling and saying, "Friend, I've already given up my shop—what do you want now?" He assumed it was either Qin Feng or someone from Yashi's team. The other coldly snorted, "Before I ask you any questions, keep quiet—otherwise, I'll make sure you die a most painful death!" The fat man nodded vigorously, beads of sweat on his forehead, and only then did the interrogator begin to ask, "How many bodyguards did the girl who had a conflict with you today have, and what weapons did they carry?" The fat pig was momentarily stunned, then replied, "I can't be exact about the number of bodyguards, but there were over twenty people who rushed in all at once, and within a matter of seconds, they completely took control of the situation. As for their weapons—they were carrying handguns, though I don't know the specific models!" "Their combat effectiveness," the black-clad man asked. The fat pig looked puzzled, saying, "I'm not sure about that. As soon as they arrived, they subdued the police without any direct confrontation. However, from the police's reactions, it's clear that the bodyguards were quite impressive—they really frightened the officers!" "Hmph. That's just your police lacking in spirit—only managing to intimidate those who had no weapons at all," the black-clad man remarked. "Now, how many vehicles did those bodyguards leave in total?" The fat pig paused for a few seconds before answering, "More than ten vehicles—some seating four people, others five—all of them luxury cars!" Both of them furrowed their brows. With that calculation, there were at least forty or fifty bodyguards surrounding Yapo—making it extremely difficult to carry out an assassination. A sniper attack? Unlikely. With so many bodyguards, they would surely adopt a strategy of blocking incoming bullets from any direction. Unless they made a serious mistake, the sniper would have no chance to fire. … Qin Feng took Yapo through every street and alley of Pingchang City, exploring every enjoyable spot, leaving the lovely young woman thoroughly delighted. Guided by the principle of "preventing fires, thefts, and Qin Feng himself," the bodyguards maintained an ever-present, hands-on protection, which greatly frustrated Yapo, as it effectively cut off her opportunities to get close to Qin Feng. However, her protests were consistently ignored, and the bodyguards firmly emphasized that they only followed the boss, Gessen, and that all their efforts were solely dedicated to ensuring the safety of the lady. Qin Feng himself remained unconcerned, knowing well that he had no less than a hundred ways to effortlessly set these guards aside. After returning Yapo to her hotel, he drove back to his family's villa. Before entering, he had already heard the sound of girls chatting and laughing from the rooftop garden; upon entering, he went straight to the third floor. On the swing, two women dressed in pure cotton nightgowns sat side by side—one black, one white—complementing each other beautifully. It's Chen Yue and Su Wu—these two have gradually woven their habit of black and white into their daily lives since they first introduced the black-and-white Aston Martin. For instance, the pajamas they're wearing now, as well as their usual attire, always carry a distinct flair. When one person leans toward white, the other is invariably dressed in a black coat paired with black tights. "Mrs. Wu, Mrs. Yue—don't you feel cold?" He chuckles, stepping in between the two women and gently pressing against their slender waists. Chen Yue, her voice delicate, replies, "The heating in the room is simply too warm. After staying indoors for a while, I feel a bit stuffy. That's why I invited Wu to come out and freshen up with me!" "Relax, and don't worry—we're both cultivators now. Our bodies are strong and resilient, so we won't catch a cold," Su Wu says, her expression endearing as she gently frowns. Though the two women have been close friends for years and rarely argue over anything, they naturally compete to showcase themselves in front of Qin Feng, hoping to capture his greater attention. "Has your physical condition really changed that much?" Qin asked seriously. Chen Yue nodded without hesitation. "Absolutely! We both spend a lot of time practicing every day—something you know well!" He immediately changed his expression, flashing his usual smirking, teasing smile. "Then, perhaps I should examine you both to see exactly what changes you've undergone!" "Examine? How exactly?" Su Wu was taken aback. Chen Yue instantly understood his intent, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Hey, of course—on the bed! What else could we do? If you'd prefer to examine here, you might actually catch a cold. And that wouldn't be the only issue—should neighbors happen to see, they'd get a free show of romance!" He wore a look of pure YD enthusiasm, lifting both girls simultaneously from the swing and carrying them toward the door. Su Miss understood his intentions and playfully scolded, "Worst husband, you're always scheming something against me and Yueyue. How about we stand up together and fight back?" The words sounded a bit insincere, and Chen Yue certainly heard it. She whispered, "Will fighting really make a difference? And the more we resist, the more excited that certain bad guy becomes!" "Ha ha, I'm glad Yueyue understands me best!"