?Reading on mobile phone Qin Feng parked the car at the entrance and then didn’t go any further. In Liu Su’s view, he should at least have taken her to the vicinity of the teaching building—after all, it took at least fifteen minutes to walk from here to the Foreign Languages Department. And what was most frustrating was the remark he made when he parked: “Sister, to avoid unnecessary trouble, I won’t escort you all the way. If I actually take you down to the teaching building, your classmates will misunderstand!” What kind of misunderstanding? The misunderstandings from the past several times have already been enough—does she really care? Besides, the foot traffic here is much heavier than on the Foreign Languages side. If she gets off here, she’ll be seen by even more people. She realized Qin Feng had done this on purpose. She pouted slightly: “Well, you’re quite determined. If nothing else, I’ll treat you to breakfast. That’s how you’re treating me!” Qin Da, pretending to be confused, said, "What do you mean, Sister? I just can't understand. Are you blaming me for not inviting you to dinner? That's such a small matter—when and how many times we eat, you decide. Isn't that settled?" Liu Su opened the car door angrily, thinking, You'll see, I won't let you off easy. She stepped out and walked a few paces over. Qin Feng, smiling cheerfully, began to turn the car around. When he noticed she wouldn't move, he instinctively lowered the window and asked, "What's wrong, Sister?" Suddenly, Liu Su spoke in a sweet, endearing tone: "My dearest, the favorite bra I've been wearing has fallen on your bed. Could you please wash it, dry it, and return it to me?" "What?" He was taken aback, thinking, Are you really not on your meds? Bra? Return it? The beautiful senior's tone gradually rose, cooing softly, "Also, don't forget to bring over the post-visit contraceptive pills for her—send them over as soon as possible. The longer you delay, the more likely something will go wrong. Man, this is definitely a setup! Qin, finally, has broken his silence—this is her counterattack, quite ruthless. Now everyone believes we're involved, and all that brilliant reputation of his is completely ruined. It's curiosity that killed the cat—why didn't he just keep walking? With a swift burst of momentum, he accelerated and drove off, leaving no trace. As for Liu Su, she radiated the confidence of a triumphant winner, murmuring to herself, "You're still quite green when it comes to taking on my sharpness. Next time, see how brave you'll be!" She didn't care what others said—her reputation was already in tatters. As long as she could get Qin Feng involved and add a few stains to her own name, it wouldn't matter at all. Qin Dashi kept mumbling to himself as he drove all the way to the hotel where Yapsi checked in. The ascent to the hotel floor went smoothly, but as soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he was blocked by several foreigners whose faces were stretched as long as a donkey’s, who wouldn’t let him pass. “What do you mean?” he exclaimed, growing furious. “Why won’t you let me in to see Xiao Ya? Don’t you know how closely I’m connected to her?” The foreigners thought: precisely because they were so well aware of the nature of his relationship with the lady, they were holding him back—should anything go wrong between them, how would they explain it to the boss. The lead man, speaking rather awkwardly in Mandarin, said: “Mr. Qin, we are fully acting according to Mr. Gessen’s instructions. If you have any questions, you are welcome to call Mr. Gessen directly. As long as he agrees to let you into the lady’s room, we will make no further obstacles.” Are you serious? I’m going to call Mr. Gessen. Even if I’m willing to make the call, will he answer? Of course, Qin's young lord simply didn't want to fight—he was reluctant to speak with that old fox, Gossens. You think by blocking me, you've stopped me from entering? Let me remind you, this is Plain City, my own patch of land. Even anywhere in the world, if I want to go, I go—no one can hold me back. "Look, there's a meteor!" he points to the window. But things turned out terribly. None of them fell for it; they kept staring at him intently. Goodness, I forgot these folks were foreigners. Master Star's clever tricks for dealing with Chinese people? Completely useless. He raised his hand, and instantly a dragon of flame erupted—his bodyguards immediately went on high alert, drawing their guns and aiming at the flame's path. The dragon vanished as quickly as it appeared. In that brief moment, Qin's young lord successfully slipped into the room. Before the bodyguards could react, he dashed straight into the bedroom. The bodyguards were stunned—there were two reasons they had blocked him: one, they had been instructed by the boss, Gersons, and two, the lady was currently taking a bath in the room, and certainly couldn't have a man enter. Once inside the bedroom, he immediately closed and then locked the door. The room was empty, the large bed neatly made, with a set of purple silk dresses neatly arranged—clearly chosen by Yapo specifically for today. But where was the lady? Splashing sounds came from the bathroom direction. Qin’s ears instantly perked up, and his expression became notably attentive—was she really taking a bath? Hahahaha! Was he going to start spying on her now, or would he simply wait patiently until she stepped out of the bath? The bodyguards outside began pounding on the door. Yapo, hearing the commotion, paused her shower and asked, “What’s going on? What’s all the noise?” He replied, “Nothing. Those people won’t let me in!” “Oh.” "Yapo replied first, then suddenly exclaimed in surprise: 'Feng, you've come in—well, we were... we were just having a bath!'" Hey, what a sweet, lovely girl—how could I possibly be ruthless and squeeze her to death? That would be utterly unethical. Of course, occasionally taking a little advantage is perfectly fine. Just as he was about to settle into being a model Liuxiahuí, the young lady inside spoke up: "Feng, I need your help..." Qin's eyes instantly lit up, and his inner struggle intensified—yes, he agreed, yes, he agreed, but would he agree wholeheartedly?