?Mobile reading He Muqing finally did get a bit tipsy—truth be told, Qin Feng really wanted to take advantage of the situation. Unfortunately, Luoman didn’t drink much. Although they kept pouring drinks into her, she remained alert throughout, which left Qin the young lord somewhat helpless. After all, they had come together, and up to this point, both of them were key members of the mutual support alliance. Luoman couldn’t just watch her leader suffer while staying passive herself. Moreover, Luoman insisted on driving herself back and promised to safely deliver He’s leadership home. A few minutes later, the beautiful manager closed the car door and said to the girls who had come to see her off, “You all go back now—it’s quite cold outside!” Then she drove off, and He’s leader was already asleep in the passenger seat. Looking into the rearview mirror at Qin Feng, she smiled to herself and said, "You think I'm as silly as the boss? Actually, I came here well-prepared. While others might be eager to make a move, I didn't want to. Once a woman shares a bed with a man, she's often left with nothing left to achieve!" "Then what do you still hope to achieve?" came a slightly abrupt voice from He Muqing. Luo Man jumped, turning to look at the clearly composed He Leader, "You haven't had too much to drink, have you? You're just pretending?" "How can it be impossible? You think only you can manage not to tip over after a thousand cups?" He Leader smiled. "I've also made my own preparations!" Luo Man remained puzzled, asking, "Then, if that's the case, why did you volunteer to drink? Why pretend not to be drunk if you weren't?" He Leader looked enigmatic, smiling, "Of course I have my own reasons—but I can't tell you yet. You'll find out later!" Luo Man said with some dissatisfaction, "Still keeping it a secret from me! Really!" At Qin's villa, a lively and unique drama is unfolding. As the only male protagonist, Qin the young lord feels a heavy sense of responsibility—to truly satisfy the female leads. The female leads, however, are not fixed; besides Wang Yujia, the others take turns stepping into the role. Since the high-pitched calls began, they have never ceased, and the defeated female leads now lie in bed, sleeping soundly. Lin Caivie volunteered to be last, and when her turn came, it was already ten at night. Qin the young lord looked slightly weary, yet remained full of spirit. In his heart, he told himself: "The revolution has not yet been won; a strong man must never fall." "Vivi, come over here!" He smiled and waved her toward him. The main bedroom bed was already crowded with lovers, so he had no choice but to shift the battlefield—moving from the second-floor guest room to the current third-floor bedroom. Lin Meiren gracefully walked over, shook her arms slightly, and the sheer silk nightgown slid off her shoulders, landing softly on the floor. "Feng, shall we chat a bit first?" she gently put a stop to Qin Dashi's desire to get straight to the point. "Chat?" he said with a mischievous smile. "After all this time, aren't you at all eager?" "Precisely because we've waited so long, I'm not in a rush to hurry now." Holding his waist firmly, she added, "Grandfather called. He's urging me to return home immediately—there's simply no more time to delay with the Lin family matters." Qin Dashi nodded. "The longer we delay, the less beneficial it becomes. I'll accompany you back. Rest assured, I'll see this matter through to a圆满 resolution." "Yes. When shall we go? Grandfather's quite urgent. It seems Lin Er has sustained serious injuries and still hasn't fully recovered yet." At this, she couldn't help but smile. Lin's second son had always been known as a thrifty man, only taking in and never spending—until now, when he found himself outmatched by Qin Feng. Not only did he fail to gain any advantage, but he even came close to losing his physical well-being, making it a clear case of a loss. "This matter must be handled promptly—tomorrow afternoon, we set off," he said seriously. "Yes, Feng, we can begin," Lin's beautiful daughter replied, blushing. "Begin what?" he pretended not to understand. "Ugh, you're just pretending not to know, aren't you? Fine, then I'll take the lead." With a graceful flip, she settled on top of him, initiating a more primal form of activity. That was quite nice—his brother truly felt a bit worn out, and what a pleasure it was to enjoy such a service. Only a few minutes of silence had passed before the sounds resumed again. ... The Pingyuan City police have recovered 111 bodies from the crash site, along with several crew members, and one person remains missing. Zhou Mingchu had come from the provincial capital to provide on-site guidance. An officer presented his findings and said, "Director Zhou, one passenger is still missing, but please don't worry—we will find her!" "No need to search. She's not dead," he said calmly. "How can that be?" the officer exclaimed, surprised. "In an accident of this severity, no one could possibly survive!" Zhou Mingchu smiled mysteriously, "You're absolutely right—indeed, no one should survive such an accident. But the passenger wasn't on the plane at all. Therefore, she can't have died!" "Not on the plane!" He nodded and said, "The passenger named Zhou Muxi got off the plane just one minute before takeoff due to some reason. Since she exited through the safety exit, everyone assumed she was still on board. Don't question it—she's my daughter, and I personally asked her to get off. The reason? I needed her to buy a few things for me." The officer first looked at him skeptically, then after a few seconds smiled and said, "Since you're Zhou's daughter and you've personally explained everything, what's left to doubt? All the details are now clear—wouldn't it be time to close the case?" You think I've traveled all this way just to have it closed? Of course—I want it closed so that when you finally investigate, you won't point the finger at my daughter. As for the cause of the plane crash, it never fell under the jurisdiction of the police anyway. Plus, the black boxes have already been recovered—how much farther can the truth be from us? ... The next afternoon, the two of them set out on time. Snowflakes drifted gracefully from the sky, two figures swiftly cutting through the air, heading southwest. The two travelers rode on flying swords, flying side by side at a speed of approximately 300 kilometers per hour. "Wen, are you cold? Would you like to add a layer?" Qin Feng asked with concern. "I'm not cold at all—I've already got quite a few layers on," the young woman replied, glancing down at her down jacket. "I didn't expect it to snow today. How about we stay overnight at the inn and continue our journey tomorrow morning?" "An inn?" he was momentarily surprised. "Yes, exactly—an inn that specializes in serving cultivators," she explained. "Sounds good."