Watching from outside the bar, Qin Feng watched helplessly as He Muqing got into Luoman's car and drove off, leaving behind a trail of silence. What kind of situation is this? I've made the whole journey, fought off those dull-witted guys, and taken on the most frustrating cleanup work—yet ended up with nothing at all. The ones I beat were no less than a dozen military police officers. Handling the aftermath after such a confrontation isn't an easy task. Luoman must have done it on purpose, and so has He Muqing. He feels he's been played. All this effort was his—so naturally, he'd have been delighted to take the slightly tipsy He leader to the hotel and have the long-overdue events unfold. Now, instead, he's been taken away by Luoman, and even the credit for saving people has been completely snatched from him. Unfair. Unfair. Even more heartbreaking was to come—when he called home to check, he found that the girls had already finished their meals, and he would have to settle for whatever restaurant he could find. Roman, driving, said with deep significance, "He Liang, isn't this another deliberate move?" Last time, she had pretended to be drunk, fooling everyone—including Roman—into a whirlwind of confusion. He Liang shook her head, looking genuinely tipsy, and said, "This time, it's absolutely not intentional. I'm truly drunk. Manman, I think you're the one who's been playing games. Please hand over the matter to someone else—keep the credit for yourself!" The beautiful manager blushed, saying, "How could that be? I'm not someone who would do that. You've misunderstood me. I couldn't actually find the bar you mentioned. So I had no choice but to go to Qin Feng's. Do you really think I'd let someone else take the spotlight in a 'rescuing the heroine' story?" "He leader looked at her coldly and huffed, 'It's very likely. Could I not know what's going on in your mind? Still, I'm not going to bother. This time, the girl is truly in trouble. Unless something goes wrong, I'll be pressured into getting married the moment I get home!' Román gave her a helpless expression and fell silent. He tilted his head, murmuring to himself, 'But how can something go wrong? Shouldn't I just tell them—my belly has grown big from someone else's efforts? That's a solid idea, but who would believe it?' Román interjected, 'Then just go ahead and make your belly grow big—believe me, Qin Feng would be more than willing to help!' 'Oh, that would be a real loss,' said the leader, lounging comfortably in her chair. 'I left home specifically to live freely. To get married just to escape the wedding—that would be a waste of everything!' 'Well, no one else can really help you with this,' Román concluded." The next morning, the Qin household was greeted by a persistent ringing of the doorbell—so constant that it seemed determined to break the doorbell itself. After a restless night, the young women were utterly exhausted, all asleep and completely unaware of the noise. Finally, Qin's younger brother, dressed in slippers, reluctantly descended to the ground floor, muttering, "Who is it? How can they wake me up so early without giving me a moment's peace? That's just outrageous!" He had certainly contributed the most effort, and he was the one who needed rest the most. With the New Year approaching, the young women had already scheduled their itineraries. The wild excitement of the previous night was, in fact, their final, heartfelt farewell before parting ways—neither the women nor Qin himself had any reservations. As he opened the door, a voice that sent shivers down his spine greeted him: "Happy Little New Year! The sun has been shining all day—how come you're still asleep?" This voice was one he knew well—it belonged to He Leader. Raised his eyes and there he was—He Liang, smiling with deep intention, holding a basket of fruit in his hands. "Isn't it you?" he asked, surprised. "How could it not be me?" He Liang straightened his posture, his face firm. "What do you mean? I came early, bringing a gift—well, you could at least open the door. Instead, you ask me why it's *me*?" Didn't open the door. That's exactly right—my guy was sound asleep. If it weren't for today's good mood, the grandson wouldn't have opened it for you at all. And the gift? A basket of fruit? Really? You're serious about calling that a gift? The money you've skimmed from me—enough to buy a whole train car's worth of fruit baskets. Last night you were so drunk, how come you woke up so refreshed this morning, so energetic? Are you a human or a mythical creature? He yawned, looked unimpressed, and said, "What's it about this early in the morning? Just tell me." He Liang glanced at him, saying, "I'm a guest, aren't "Sorry, but I really don't have that idea," Qin said with no small amount of dignity. The girls hadn't even gotten out of bed yet—how could he expect to enter? "You're not going to take that as a courtesy, are you?" He said, sounding increasingly displeased. "Well, go ahead and file a complaint," the leader replied, pushing him gently aside and stepping inside. "Either call the police or directly report it to the military authorities—your choice." As she walked, she admired the scattered clothes on the floor, and with a thoughtful tone added, "I'm certain they'll be eager to come here and gather evidence. They'll surely find plenty of proof!" Qin's expression darkened. He bowed deeply to her, saying, "Director, please tell me what you'd like me to do—I'll carry it out. Just please don't keep playing games with me like this. This is my home, after all!" "He leader smiled warmly and said, 'Now that you're so sincere in making requests of me, I won't hold back at all!' Qin, thinking, 'You should be a bit more modest—after all, we're not particularly close. How could you possibly expect anything too demanding from me?' Last night was such a perfect opportunity—just the right moment to elevate our friendship to a new level. If we had actually shared a bed, and you woke up and asked me for something, I'd have certainly agreed. But now? Well, I'll have to think it over. Seeing that he remained silent, He leader took the initiative and said, 'I've been thinking all night—and I'm convinced that only you can help me through this crisis!' 'What crisis? What do you mean?' He narrowed his eyes, thinking, 'Isn't it always me who steps in to solve your problems? Don't be so romantic—after all, you're not even my wife. What makes you think I can help you specifically?'" He, in a huff, said, "You're acting all vague again. Though last night Grandma was a bit tipsy, she clearly said and did certain things—she's very much aware of what happened. Can you honestly claim not to know why I've been drinking so heavily? When a leader is in trouble, shouldn't the younger brother step up and take the lead?" Qin Dashi gritted his teeth for a while, then finally yielded, saying, "Alright, I give in to your overwhelming authority. Let's go upstairs and get down to business!" "Upstairs? What business?" He was taken aback. Qin Feng looked at her with disdain and replied, "What else could we possibly do? Of course, we're going to bed. Without making your belly bigger, how can we make it through this crisis? This time, I've really messed up—my brother-in-arms has to sacrifice his charm just to support the leadership. Woe is me!"