?Reading on mobile phone Mei Hui directed her sisters to set the table, arranging over a dozen dishes that were both colorful, fragrant, and delicious—each a masterpiece of their own making, making guests' appetites instantly grow. At that moment, the television in the living room was broadcasting a recent update. A female host stood behind a vividly burning background image: According to our report, a mid-size regional airliner crashed ten minutes ago near the northern outskirts of our city, landing in a farm field on a hillside. There are no reports of ground casualties. The flight departed from Beijing and was scheduled to land at our city's airport, flight number XXXX. According to information from Beijing Capital Airport, there were a total of 112 passengers on board. Plink. Shuya Jing's dinner plate fell to the floor. She stared, saying, "Sisi was on this very flight—could it be that something has gone wrong?" Several people rushed toward the living room. Mei Hui held the remote control and increased the volume. The host continued reporting: According to the initial estimate, all 112 passengers were killed. The plane, which had been flying at an altitude of over ten thousand meters, crashed and exploded upon landing. Firefighters had arrived and were now working hard to contain the blaze. The cause of the accident is still under investigation. According to communications between the crew and the ground control prior to the crash, the plane encountered a strong cold air current one hour before impact, resulting in severe icing of the aircraft structure. "Si Si must have been involved," said Shu Jia, turning to head out. Lin Caivie pulled her back and said, "Feng didn't go to the airport earlier, did he? If Si Si really had an accident, he should have called us!" Shu Yajing frowned. "You mean that?" Mei Hui grasped her other hand and said, "Feng definitely wouldn't just stand by. Weiwei's analysis makes sense. I believe Si Si is safe!" "Whoa! The security door was opened from the outside. Qin Feng noticed the girls standing nervously in the living room and asked, 'What's going on? What's such a great TV program that everyone's so excited about?' 'Sisters, I'm back!' Zhou Muxi bounced out from behind him. Both of them saw the news being broadcast on TV. Before anyone could ask, Zhou Xiao Niu started talking excitedly, 'We didn't expect it to be on TV so quickly—the TV station must be working really efficiently. You wouldn't believe it, actually—what happened was truly dramatic! The plane's wings broke, and my husband rushed in right away and saved me. If it weren't for him, I'd have been crushed flat and then burned to ashes!' The girls widened their eyes. Although they'd suspected something like this before, hearing the details made them genuinely astonished. Qin Dashi shrugged, a familiar smug smile playing on his face. "Wife, whenever anyone ever faces danger, I'll be there first—don't worry!" Mei Hui reacted immediately, asking, "Si Si has a clear boarding record, yet she's not at the crash site now. How are you going to explain that?" "Simple," he said with utter indifference. "Just make up any excuse. After all, all the other passengers are dead—how can anyone challenge our version? Si Si, what do you think?" Zhou Xiaoniu smiled and said, "The lying part, I'll leave entirely to your husband—someone who's absolutely the expert at it!" You're the one who's the expert, aren't you? Your whole family is! I'm just a straightforward person—when did you start becoming so good at making up stories? He frowned, displeased. "I couldn't care less. Hand it over to your old dad, the policeman—he's far better at it!" "Zhou Musi tilted her head slightly: 'But he doesn't even know! I didn't want him to either!' Qin the young man smiled: 'With something so major happening, how could he not know? If I'm not mistaken, he'll call you soon!' Before the words had fully settled, her phone rang. 'Indeed, you were right,' Zhou Xiaoniu said, checking her phone—sure enough, it was her father, Zhou Mingchu, calling. She picked up: 'Hi, Dad, I'm doing great. Qin Feng's family is here now, and so are my cousins. Dad, don't worry—I'm definitely the one on the plane that crashed. It was Qin Feng who saved me just in time, so you can rest assured I'm safe. By the way, you'll have to help me with the story—he said you're especially good at this kind of thing!' Qin the young man was guessed again, and Zhou Mingchu, without even thinking, readily agreed, easily crafting a tale that no one would question. After hanging up the phone, Xiao Niu immediately asked, "Uncle, how do you know Dad will definitely help?" Qin, the younger brother, looked dismissive and hummed, "Because your father does this every day— it's second nature to him. He's skilled at lying for others, let alone this time, when it's his own daughter who needs help!" From his words, Xiao Niu picked up something and gave him a graceful, slightly teasing look. Mei Hui smiled and said, "Well, we're all here safely! Since Si Si came through unscathed, I suggest we start eating!" "Yes, I've been hungry all along," Fang Fei said, patting her stomach. "Heh, I'm also hungry—I smelled the aroma the moment I walked in. Today, I'm determined to eat until I'm completely full!" Qin stepped toward the dining room. Fang Fei followed closely, clearly two food-loving people of different sizes. The girls chatted and laughed, heading toward the dining room as well. Just as they began to eat heartily, the doorbell rang. "Whoever this is, so impolite to show up at mealtime," he muttered, sounding rather displeased. "I'll go open the door," Wang Yujia volunteered, feeling it might be her parents—since she had mentioned coming to Qin Feng's house for dinner when she left home.