"Listening to her brother's words, Fang Fei's eyes lit up with excitement, yet she still kept her head down, pretending to have done something wrong, softly muttering, 'Another political class? Can't we just skip it?' Fang Fang narrowed her eyes, 'Shouldn't students who make mistakes be punished? To physically assault a teacher is serious indeed. If I were the head of your school, I'd definitely expel you. The negative impact such a student has on the class and the school is simply too great!' Since elementary school through middle school and into university, Fang Fang has always been an outstanding student—never having had any conflicts with teachers, nor with her classmates. In contrast, her younger sister Fang Fei has always been a lively, mischievous girl. Even in kindergarten, she would chase after groups of boys and playfully fight with them. By elementary and junior high school, her behavior had become even more disruptive, constantly causing trouble." That's precisely why her parents were willing to bite the bullet and send her to an expensive private high school, hoping to shape her character through such rigorous experience. Seeing her sister truly upset, the young girl sighed and said, "I know!" Then she went upstairs on her own, and Qin the younger followed. Fang Fei took a sip of the drink on the coffee table and muttered angrily, "She's becoming more and more unruly. How could she not think of the consequences before causing trouble?" She didn't realize that at school, not only were her classmates afraid to challenge her, but even the school administrators dared not take any action against her. After all, she had such a formidable brother-in-law. He had not only beaten security guards, the deputy director of education, and the head of a local gang, but also fought with officers from the military district—eventually, it was the ones being beaten who had to bow and apologize. The school administrators wanted to dismiss Fang Fei, but no one dared to issue the order. As soon as they reached the first and second floors, the young girl's expression changed instantly—she leaped up and hung happily on her uncle's husband's shoulders. "Stop being so casual," said Qin, the young lord, with serious determination. "My uncle's support is meant to protect you from being bullied. It's not about making you go out and bully others." The young girl expressed her sense of injustice: "But the teacher's words were truly harsh back then. My uncle's husband may not know, but it's said she has a family connection with the fat boy who was beaten last time. In fact, she was able to teach at our school thanks to that connection. After you severely injured the entire family, she couldn't bear the guilt, so she deliberately challenged us!" Qin's brows furrowed. "Are you absolutely sure?" "Absolutely sure." "The young girl said with great conviction, 'Although it's just a rumor, the accuracy is quite high. Think about it, Uncle Qin—I didn't recruit her, nor did I offend her. She was just full of energy, and in front of the entire class, she mocked me. Mocking me alone was bad enough; but as someone who's used to being patient and tolerant—someone who can handle a full boat in her own stomach—she shouldn't have dragged my parents and sister into it too. I certainly won't let her off!' Qin nodded. As the saying goes, 'misfortune rarely befalls family members.' Yet, as a teacher, she hadn't even grasped this basic principle—she deserved a scolding. He then asked, 'How badly did you beat her?' The girl lowered her head and spoke softly, 'Actually, it wasn't that serious. I remember hitting her once on the face, and right then her nose started bleeding. Then she fell down. I couldn't bear it, so I rushed up and gave her several more slaps—well, maybe even a dozen. I was so passionate at the time that I lost count!' Qin stared at her in amazement—this girl was quite determined in Fang Xiao Nu saw this and quickly admitted her mistake: "Uncle, I'm sorry—I was wrong. I'll never make the same mistake again..." "Your mistake," Qin Dashi interrupted her. Fang Fei thought her husband was saying the opposite, so she quickly added: "It's truly me who's at fault. From now on, I'll be more careful and promise never to get into physical fights again..." "That simply won't do," Qin Dashi said seriously. "If someone bullies you and you don't stand up, that's unacceptable. Of course, some restraint is absolutely necessary—girls with a gentle temperament are always a plus. But when it's time to act, you must step in. For instance, your fight with the teacher—my two hands are fully in agreement!" "Really?" Xiao Nu's eyes lit up. "Of course," Qin Dashi nodded. "The principle is simple: if people don't offend me, I won't offend them. If they do offend me, I will definitely respond. That's a fundamental rule." The young lady giggled, pressing a series of soft kisses to his cheeks and saying, "Your husband is truly wonderful! Don't worry—after today, I'll never bully anyone else, but whenever I'm bullied, I'll definitely stand up and fight back! *Pip, pip!*" Qin took his sister-in-law by the firm, rounded buttocks, and said seriously, "Still, since your sister has issued the directive, this political lecture is definitely going to be a must!" "Uncle, how about we have our political lecture on the bed?" the young lady whispered into his ear. What? On the bed? Your sister will surely hear the commotion downstairs and come up to check—how will you explain that? The young lady continued, "After all, I've already officially become your person. She'll eventually find out. Rather than hide it, why not just let her know openly and proudly? That way, I won't end up caught off guard later!" This idea is actually flawed, but I really like it—so be it. The two of them walked into the master bedroom and immediately rolled onto the large bed. The younger one was extremely proactive—right away, she unbuttoned and removed her brother-in-law’s pants, gripping Qin’s young man firmly. Phew… Indeed, she’s brave for her age. What’s left to wait for? Let’s get down to business. Soon, the two of them became fully engaged, rolling and entwining on the bed, heading toward the peak of their passion. Fang Fei made every effort to suppress her cries—she absolutely didn’t want her sister to notice her just at the beginning, still far from reaching the summit. Below, Fang Fang was utterly flustered. With this lively, mischievous sister, she simply had no idea what to do. If she told their parents, her sister would surely get a good scolding. But the real issue was that this girl was someone who remembered meals but not scoldings—each time she was scolded, she only grew more defiant, and her misbehavior would only intensify. That’s why, as soon as she heard about the incident, she brought her straight here instead of going to their parents. I hope Qin Feng will properly educate her, and I also hope that her sister will listen to her husband. Fang Fang had noticed early on that her sister held an almost unbounded admiration for Qin Feng, to the point where in her mind, her husband's status even surpassed that of their parents. After sipping several drinks, her scattered thoughts finally settled, and she remained confident in Qin Feng. Suddenly, she heard an odd sound—somewhat like the bed was moving. Since the girls had decided to replace the wooden bed with a metal one made entirely of pure copper, the usual creaking had disappeared, replaced instead by a soft, subtle sound as the bed legs rubbed against the floor. She held her breath and then heard her sister's rapid breathing, interlaced with some strange nasal sounds.