?Mobile reading On the second morning, Qin, the young lord, felt refreshed and invigorated, thanks to the double cultivation session the night before. Eight Zero E-books Upon seeing Lin Caivé, she blushed as she got up, while Mother Zhang Jie had her eyes red, clearly having slept poorly. Though she hadn’t slept well, she still rose early to prepare breakfast for her daughter and future son-in-law. Rice porridge, pickles, and several fried egg omelets—simple yet full of maternal warmth. After all, Qin Feng had always been close to his family, yet he had endured rigorous, often harsh training from a young age, facing constant threats of death. He had always lacked maternal affection, and now he deeply appreciated this atmosphere. He had already sat down at the table without being called by the housekeeper. The housekeeper then brought out several freshly warmed pancakes, smiling and asking, “Xiao Feng, how was your sleep last night?” “Very good,” he replied. “That’s wonderful. Our household conditions are quite modest, and I was actually worried you wouldn’t sleep well.” "Zhang Jie said. Qin Dashi thought, as long as my precious daughter is with me, even sleeping on grass would be fine—brother is truly content. Lin Meiren couldn't meet her mother's eyes and deliberately pretended to yawn. Zhang Jie smiled, "Alright, hurry up and eat—aren't you both starving?" Qin Dashi didn't think much about it, but the housekeeper spoke casually; Lin Meiren, however, listened with deep intent. What did "starving" mean? Her mother was clearly referring to how long they had been busy last night—only after intense physical activity would one feel truly starved. Her cheeks flushed even deeper. Qin Dashi added, "Wenwen, aren't you feeling unwell? Maybe you've got a fever?" "No, I'm fine," she quickly replied, then lowered her face further. At that moment, a voice came from outside, "Qin Feng, has Qin Feng woken up? The headmaster has invited him to have breakfast." "It's a rather arrogant tone. How come all the Lin family members are like this? As if the entire world owes them two hundred. Isn't that how they're going to survive? Lin Caiwei found this equally off-putting. When no one responded, the outsider adopted a more casual tone and called out, "Qin Feng—haven't you gotten up yet? Hurry up and get out of bed; the head of the household is waiting for you to have breakfast together!" "Brother's already eating. Tell him thanks for the offer," Qin Feng replied with irritation. "What? That's the head of the household's personal invitation. If you don't show up, it'll be seen as a lack of respect to him..." "If you still want to maintain your dignity, compare yourself to Lin Wei. If you believe you're better than him, go ahead and make a fuss outside." His tone grew cold. Upon hearing this, the person outside didn't hesitate and took off running. In terms of strength, he actually falls short of Lin Jiawei. Lin Jiawei had even been publicly paddled fifteen times by his family members. Once the fight truly began, what would become of him? Upon returning to the home master, he elaborately repeated Qin Feng's words. He had expected Lin Fenglei to be furious, but to his surprise, the old man merely hummed, "Understood. You may now go and have your breakfast." Really? That's all he could take. This simply didn't match the home master's usual demeanor. He found himself utterly puzzled. In fact, it wasn't difficult to understand—Qin the Younger had already laid out a tempting offer yesterday, and Lin Fenglei had accepted it. Right now, his only thought was how to master Qin Feng's alchemy techniques. Therefore, he not only wouldn't easily clash with Qin Feng but would treat him with great courtesy. As for whether his attitude would change once he mastered the techniques—the answer was certain: character determines personality. One hour after breakfast, Qin Feng had not yet arrived. Just as Lin Jiawei decided to visit personally, he arrived with a bloody face, looking terribly distressed, to lodge a complaint: "Master, you must intervene—Qin Feng attacked me! Do you know what he used? A brick he pulled down from the wall of the restroom. You must stand up for me!" Lin Fenglei frowned. Lin Jiawei's injury wasn't actually severe; the blood on his face merely made him appear so. "What exactly happened?" he asked in a steady tone. "I was just about to leave for work early this morning when Qin Feng suddenly attacked me," Lin Jiawei explained. "He must have been furious about yesterday's incident—he's been holding a grudge against me, so he took action. Master, you can't just ignore this!" The old man thought: "It's you who's been holding a grudge, isn't it? Yesterday, you were the one being hit, while he was the one doing the hitting. What could he possibly be angry about?" "What exactly happened?" he asked, his face darkened with seriousness. "It's like this—" "Qin Feng's voice came from outside, saying, 'I just finished breakfast and was about to visit the family head. Suddenly, I noticed a head on the wall. In my memory, this head has been there for a long time. So I casually picked up a brick and threw it. Sixth Uncle, your reaction was simply too slow—the brick even missed you!' Lin Fenglei looked at him and said, 'You've been monitoring Xiao Feng, who sent you there? Now explain yourself!' Lin Jiawei was about to object, but before he could speak, Qin the Young Count stepped in and said, 'Grandfather, if you say this, you're truly making a mistake—Sixth Uncle wasn't monitoring at all!' Lin Jiawei didn't understand why Qin Feng was defending him; according to the situation, Qin Feng should have beaten him to a pulp. Qin the Young Count then changed his tone and added, 'He was eavesdropping—this rather indifferent one has been eyeing Aunt Zhang's beauty, so he climbed up on the wall to secretly watch. Grandfather, shouldn't someone like that be disciplined?' 'I haven't.' "Lin Jiaguang quickly countered, 'How could I possibly spy on Zhang Jie? She's my sister-in-law. A friend's wife deserves respect, let alone my sister-in-law. I wouldn't dare even if I swallowed my courage and faced a tiger!' 'Is that so?' Qin Feng glanced at him sideways and sneered, 'Then if it's not spying, it's just monitoring!' 'Not monitoring!' 'Well, then it's spying—admit it! I have evidence.' Qin, the young nobleman, spoke with great conviction. Lin Jiaguang suddenly smiled, 'Fine! Bring out your evidence. I'd like to see what it is. If it proves I've been spying on Zhang Jie, then even if I have, I wouldn't have gone to see that elderly lady—what could there possibly be to admire about her!' Lin Fenglei straightened up, arms behind his back, waiting for Qin Feng's evidence. Qin Dashi extended a finger and said, "At your peak of Huazheng period, should you have easily evaded a flying brick—surely that would be child's play. Yet you didn't evade it. That's precisely because your gaze was fixed on another direction, allowing me to successfully strike you. Isn't that right? Before you challenge this, I urge you to first thoroughly explain why you failed to evade!" Lin Ji was at a loss for words, though he indeed hadn't evaded the blow. The reason was that Qin Feng had used Jin Ting Mu to create an illusion, drawing his attention while the real him moved around to the back and delivered a solid brick to him. This situation was hard to explain. Moreover, Qin Dashi didn't give him the chance to explain, continuing, "After being struck, he didn't know about the local advantages and promptly rushed to the elder's side to file a complaint. Do you think the elder is a fool? Would he be easily deceived by just a few words?"