?Mobile reading Besides the threat of being expelled from the school earlier, Fang Fei had no other fears. Now that the crisis at Eighty Electronics has been resolved, she has become a cheerful bird, constantly chirping around her brother-in-law. "Brother-in-law, where shall we go now?" she asked softly. Qin, the young count, shrugged and said, "You decide—right now, your main task is to calm me down. If you'd like to shop, we'll shop; if you'd like to eat, we'll eat!" The young girl thought for a moment and replied, "Then let's shop first, and then have dinner!" Well, one must be kind—your brother-in-law gave you a one-way choice, not a multiple-answer option. Fang Xiaoniu saw his expression of regret and quickly leaned in, pressing a fresh, red kiss to his cheek, cooing, "Uncle, my dear uncle, just say yes, please! It's been a long time since I've gone out shopping—my underwear and socks were all bought by my sister. She doesn't even know that I don't like the styles she chooses, nor does she know that my size has grown!" As she said the last sentence, Xiaoniu unconsciously straightened her posture. Indeed, her size was quite substantial—now approaching 33C—and she had already started wearing women's adult-style bras. At just fifteen years old, this trend was sure to grow even more impressive in the future. "Alright, Uncle will make do and accompany you on a shopping trip and dinner," Qin the young man smiled, "In truth, I'm very busy every day!" "I know—I mean, you're always accompanying foreign ladies, aren't you?" Xiaoniu didn't hold back and exposed his vulnerability right away. "Phew, what a beautiful woman! That's just our partner, for heaven's sake!" He started defending himself. "If I don't work hard to earn money, how will I support you and your sister in the future? So please, don't go around saying strange things—my brother-in-law, I'm really asking for it!" The young girl deliberately drew out her words: "Got it, such a wonderful brother-in-law!" One word of "wonderful brother-in-law" made him feel absolutely delighted—after all, how often does one find such a brother-in-law? The head of the teaching department nodded in full agreement, saying, "I've got it down. The principal can rest assured—such a thing will never happen again!" The little one was bright and perceptive, having noticed her brother-in-law was tired, yet as long as he maintained his current posture, he never voiced any complaints and kept on walking. After reaching the top floor, she suggested, "Brother-in-law, shall we find a place to have dinner? I think you look quite tired—why don't we take a break?" "A break? No thanks, let's go have dinner instead," he worried that once they rested, she'd then ask for more shopping. "But I really think you're tired," Fang Fei said, pointing out, "There are hotels nearby, don't you think? Why don't we book a room and rest there?" Book a room, rest—well, actually, book a room. This was exactly what her brother-in-law most enjoyed doing. So what was there to wait for? Let's go! He glanced down at his sister-in-law. The little one looked completely composed, as if she hadn't thought much beyond simply wanting him to rest. But what would happen once they were in the room? Giggling—how could one possibly explain it? The fatigue on Qin Da's face vanished as he pulled his sister-in-law toward the elevator. Ten minutes later, they arrived at the nearest hotel, checked into a room, and then headed up to the restaurant on the second floor for dinner. The young woman kept夹ing dishes onto her brother-in-law's plate, saying, "Brother-in-law, you've worked hard today—eat more!" "Yes, you too—unless you eat until you're full, how can you possibly have the energy? He gave her a mischievous smile. "Got it," she nodded obediently. The meal lasted only twenty minutes. Qin Da patted his stomach, which was about seven-tenths full, and knew that if he didn't move soon, he'd end up too full. Right now, this level of fullness was just perfect. After leaving the restaurant, they took the elevator up to their room. In the elevator, a middle-aged man with a keen gaze nearly dropped his eyes to the floor when he saw Fang Fei. "My goodness, this is the legendary youthful beauty with a massive bust—pure elegance, and her chest volume no less than that of an adult! She'll absolutely thrill on the bed." Without thinking, he swallowed a lump of saliva and asked, "Hey, where did you find this girl?" "What does it matter to you?" Qin, the young magnate, replied with irritation. The man smiled and said, "I'm not asking for anything special. How about this—let me take her off your hands? I'll pay whatever you ask." Qin slapped him hard, shouting, "Set your price! You're blind!" The man was knocked to the ground by the force of the slap, his glasses flying off and landing under Fang Fei's foot, crushed to pieces. She gave a sniff and said, "Well, deserved!" The force of the slap was strong—so strong that the man nearly fainted, his ears ringing and his vision blurring, lying motionless like a dead dog on the elevator floor. He couldn't even stand up until the two had left. As they walked down the corridor, Fang Fei said with a scowl, "Uncle, there are simply too many bad men these days. Why did that gentleman just now think the worst of me the moment he saw me?" Qin, the young lord, thought it wasn't unreasonable. After all, you were dressed to impress; you were at a hotel—a place full of subtle romance—and you were accompanied by a man. Anyone could reasonably assume we were here to check in for a room. Yet he had to appear composed and well-mannered, saying, "Indeed, there are many bad men these days. Good men like you—well, it's hard to find one, even with a lantern held high." Fang Fei nodded first, then suddenly raised her head and asked, "Is that so?"