"Mobile reading" He Mengqing heard this and immediately straightened her eyebrows, exasperatedly saying, "Pleasantly, do you think I'm stupid? What about massage and acupressure—aren't you just after my tofu?" Though her intentions were now revealed, Qin Feng remained composed and said, "Director, you're treating me like a petty person who resents a noble one!" "Oh, the Eighty-Eleven Electronic Book," the director said with thoughtful eyes, "Really? When did our Qin少爷 change? Can you truly vouch that your massage is sincere, and not just a way to gain an advantage over me?" He looked earnest and assured, "Absolutely not—my intentions are purely genuine!" The director nodded, leaned back in her chair, and narrowed her eyes, saying, "Then what are you waiting for? Come on. I haven't rested well for several days now—just sitting down makes my body feel stiff. I hope your hands are as reliable as your words!" Qin Feng walked over with a cheerful smile. After all, massage inherently involves physical contact—how could anyone be sure whether this wasn't actually a win for him? Of course, at the beginning, he wouldn't push it too far; gradual progress was the way to go. He began applying finger pressure on He Leader's head, channeling a stream of spiritual energy into his fingertips, which amplified the massage effect several times over. Within just a few seconds, He Leader began to hum comfortably. Heh—he'd only just begun. After this experience, she'd surely be hooked, and Qin Feng would have even more opportunities to gain the upper hand. After the head came the neck. He Muqing's cervical muscles were slightly tense, while her shoulder muscles remained relaxed—a clear sign of insufficient rest. As Qin Feng's magical fingers continuously shifted positions and techniques, an unparalleled sense of ease surged through her body. Unconsciously, she drifted off to sleep. Qin the Young chuckled to himself—here was his chance. How could he be so polite? He reached inside her blouse with both hands, cradling her two peaks. The sensation was getting better and better, and he found himself recalling his grandfather's words: as long as they didn't make love, they could freely kiss and caress. In fact, even if he managed to get her onto the bed, what could his grandfather say? Of course, Qin, the young lord, wasn't one to rush headlong at the sight of a beautiful woman. He preferred things to unfold naturally. Soon, the opening of the leader's outer shirt was fully undone, and the buttons of his undershirt were soon released. His hands, no longer content with her chest, began to glide and explore over her smooth, silk-like skin. A little while later, growing bolder, he began to work on the leader's pants. Just as he had undone the belt and before he could do anything else, He Muqing suddenly opened her eyes and said, "I've gotten my fair share—no point in being too greedy!" "Hehe, as you say—I was actually thinking of giving you a massage on some key spots." He put away his YD expression and said, "Didn't you know that the woman's abdomen is a particularly important area, since it houses the ovaries? If this region is properly nourished, a woman can stay youthful forever!" "Stop making excuses—this is just a massage! Why do you need to undress me?" The leader looked at him with a graceful, flirtatious expression, while dressing, and added, "You're not leaving yet, are you? Do you plan to stay and have dinner with me? I'm quite busy!" Oh well, if I had known you'd wake up so quickly, I should have acted sooner—this wonderful opportunity is now gone, and I'm not sure when I'll get another chance. "Alright, then—I'll be going." He shrugged and turned to leave. After the door closed, He Muqing smiled and murmured to herself, "This laid-back guy— if only he'd be a bit more serious, he'd be a great choice for a boyfriend. Hmm, his massage actually does work; feeling refreshed and clear-minded is just wonderful!" ... Qin, who had originally planned to head home to prepare a heartfelt breakfast for the girls, received a phone call halfway through and instead turned the wheel, reversing direction. A few minutes later, he entered a breakfast shop. The shop specialized in traditional Chinese breakfasts—soy milk, hot and spicy soup, and fried dough sticks—though under the growing influence of Western-style breakfasts, its business had been sluggish, with only a few customers. "Qin Feng, junior," Liu Su greeted him from a corner seat, having already ordered his breakfast: a cup of soy milk, a small plate of savory side dishes, plus fried dough sticks and beef pancakes. "You're really enthusiastic to have breakfast so early," he said, "making such an effort to invite me out." He sat down with a cheerful smile, and since their last open and honest conversation, the mutual tension between them had eased considerably. Had it not been for her status as the head of the family's main branch, they might well have become good friends. Not at all formal, Qin Feng picked up a beef pancake and started stuffing it into his mouth. "This is the second time I've invited you to dinner today," said the beautiful senior with a touch of gentle emphasis, smiling. "Junior, don't you think it's time you treated me to a meal too?" Fine, then—count this as one. From now on, I'll treat you to breakfast every day, every day of my life. "Senior, just say what's on your mind. We don't need to be formal with each other," he replied, swallowing what was in his mouth. "Don't even think about treating me to dinner—I can certainly afford to take care of you, full-time!" Liu Su blushed slightly. "You boys really aren't any better, are you? I thought, given your younger age and more pure nature, you'd be a bit different. Now I see—you're just as ordinary as the rest!" "Given this balanced assessment, Qin Dashi naturally remained open-minded and receptive. After a few pleasantries, Liu Su lowered his voice and said, "Our people have traced a group of mysterious individuals who have recently infiltrated Pingluan City. These people are highly elusive, and I believe they're specifically targeting you—or someone close to you!" How well-informed he was—news had even reached He Leader's office through Wei Grandfather's personal envoy—yet Liu Su managed to uncover this group on his own, which is no small feat. He smiled and added, "Actually, it's not directly targeting me, but rather Yashikai. Of course, Yashikai's current objective is to deepen cooperation with Qin Group, so in that sense, it's also targeting me!" Liu Su suddenly understood and said, "Ah, now I see. I've always been puzzled—why are all the members of this mysterious organization foreign nationals? Though Qin Feng has many adversaries, it doesn't seem to have caused any rifts with foreigners!" Qin was only slightly sweating—what did you mean? Did you think I was looking down on you? If this weren’t a place where we couldn’t talk, I’d tell you right now that I have enemies all over Europe and North America. The Mafia—do you know them? Two of their leaders have died at my hands. The Russian faction—do you know them? Their two bosses were also killed by me. And then there’s the wizard from the Americas, the one from the Death Island deep in the Pacific—my enemies are so numerous that I can’t even count them with both hands.