?Mobile reading At a major international dinner party, this was the first such event that Wang Changling had attended since assuming the position of Party Secretary. Therefore, he took it very seriously. The advantage of such events lies in their ability to attract foreign investment. Typically, in regular international dinner parties, besides attending personally, one also brings one's spouse and children. Wang Yujia came along with her father. Dressed in a light purple princess gown, she became a star of the evening alongside her father, drawing numerous compliments and toasts from the foreign guests with high noses and deep-set eyes. Having such a distinguished daughter, Wang Changling and his wife felt particularly proud. On the 12th floor above the dinner party, another large family gathering was underway—the Huang family's annual family reunion. This year, it was Huang, the "fat Huang," who took the lead in organizing it. With his strong financial backing, he reserved the most luxurious suite and filled the table with an array of exquisite delicacies from the mountain towns. The Huang family members are scattered across the country, making it rare to gather for a meeting, so every time they convene, everyone must attend, no matter how significant the matter. Huang Xiao-Zhi is the most beautiful among the third-generation Huang family members and is especially well-mannered, which earns her the favor of the elders. Her phone rang, and after greeting the elders, she went to the corner of the room to answer it—her closest friend, Fang Fei, had called. "Wait, the XXX Hotel? You're also here? I'm right here now," Huang Xiao-Zhi was puzzled. Her friend, who should have been attending classes diligently, had suddenly come to the hotel for what reason? Fang Fei tried her best to keep her tone composed. At that moment, she was half propped against the bed corner, with Qin, the young magnate, standing behind her, their bodies pressed closely together, and both of them engaged in a swift, rhythmic movement. She simply couldn't hold on any longer, so she had called her best friend to come and lend a hand. "Well, now that I've got nothing else going on, I'm just sitting around dining with a bunch of elders—it's terribly dull. Just wait, I'm going up to find you right now." She agreed. Back at the table, she told her father, Huang the Plump: "I have a friend here who called me and asked me to come over—I need to go see them!" Huang didn't hesitate. "Ah, you mean to see Wang Yujia, right? I just saw Wang Secretary and his family arriving—they're here for the reception. Xiao Zhi, be polite to Wang Secretary and the other guests, okay?" Violet thought to herself—what on earth was going on? It was just too coincidental today: all three of her closest friends gathered at this very hotel. She didn't feel like arguing. If Dad thought she was going to see Wang Yujia, then so be it. After all, in her eyes, Wang Yujia and Xiao Fei were practically interchangeable. A few minutes later, she found the room number that Fang Fei had mentioned and was about to knock when she noticed the door was slightly ajar, and strange sounds came from inside. Curious, she pushed the door open, only to be stunned by what she saw. Two bare bodies lay on the large bed, engaged in some primitive movement. She thought she must have gone to the wrong room and was about to turn to leave, when the man on the bed spoke: "Xiao Zhi, what are you waiting for? Hurry and close the door—come and take over from your good friend. She can't go on anymore!" Upon closer inspection, she realized it was Qin Feng and Fang Fei. Fang Fei was now lying with her brother-in-law's husband. Surprised, yet not at all surprised—after all, Fang Fei had always been his sister-in-law, and such a thing was bound to happen sooner or later. She closed the door and softly called out, "Brother-in-law's husband!" "Don't stand there—come over here!" Qin, the young man, waved at her with eager anticipation. "Oh." "Huang Xiao Niu nodded obediently, at the same time consciously unbuttoning the top of her blouse as she walked over. Qin Dashi pulled her over and pressed her beneath, demonstrating a faster, more skillful hand at undressing. Taking advantage of the moment, Huang Xiao Niu asked, 'Uncle Qin, how did you end up here with Xiao Fei?' 'It's a long story—she got into trouble at school, and I helped settle it. Then we went shopping together. After we got tired, we came here.' Qin Dashi first stripped her completely bare from below, then moved directly into the action, continuing to unbutton her blouse. Huang Xiao Niu emitted a high-pitched cry, briefly interrupting the unusual musical crescendo for just one minute before resuming it with renewed intensity. Since their last time rolling the bedsheet together, this had been a while, so both of them were particularly enthusiastic. Qin Dashi was vigorous and decisive, while Huang Xiao Zhi fully responded to his movements. As for Fang Fei, she had already curled up in the bed, fast asleep, having used up all her strength and completely unaware of the intense scene unfolding beside her." The two fought until the sky grew dim and the earth seemed to fade. In the end, Qin Daxiao wrapped his arms around the two beautiful young women and all three drifted off to sleep together. ... At the family-run hotel, several of them quietly departed, heading in different directions. Isabel, hidden nearby, smiled to herself, saying, "Diverting the enemy's attention—this mere trick won't fool me. Tracking, shadowing, even assassinating—those are all specialties of mine!" She was confident that she had not been exposed, and that the others' actions were merely a means to avoid detection. Indeed, not long after, another cautious figure left the hotel. This was the real target—Major Lu followed closely behind. The man stepped out of the alley and got into a silver-gray car, driving southward. Along the way, the car took numerous turns, covering a straight distance of less than twenty kilometers in a total of one hour and ten minutes. Finally, the car stopped at the entrance of a countryside farm house. As soon as the passengers got out, the driver promptly left. He turned back to make sure no one was tailing him, then stepped inside. Isabel had already taken shelter among the large trees in the courtyard, holding a digital video recorder, capturing every moment. The man walked into the front house and said firmly at the door, "My Lord, we've learned that the target has been staying at Qin's Building these days. If we're to act, we must first gain access to it!" The door opened, and Lord Emeritus stepped out, frowning. "Then let's move quickly," he said. "We don't have much time—we must complete the mission promptly. Please let me know what support you need!" "He smiled and said, 'The others aren't necessary—mainly manpower. After all, Qin's building is vast, and it will take many people working together to quickly pinpoint the exact location of the target within a short timeframe. Moreover, there are numerous bodyguards surrounding the target. If we have fewer people, once the action begins, it will be difficult to accomplish the mission.' 'Agreed. I'll assign all my personnel under your command. This time, you must succeed—when the mission is complete, you'll be the one to take the credit.' The golden-haired count said. 'Thank you, Count. I will do my very best,' he replied, looking full of confidence. On the tree, Isabella scoffed and murmured to herself, 'Qin Feng, Qin Feng—I suspect you won't be able to rest for the next few days. The family at the gate wants to eliminate you, and these people are aiming to kill Yapo. Your integrity has reached a point that's truly astonishing.'"