On a plane, first class. The e-reader: Eighty. As the aircraft shuddered, Qin Feng naturally reached for He Muqing’s hand. He Lǐnglǐd, struggling a few times, but couldn’t free himself—so she just let it go. Once the plane stabilized, she gave him a graceful, knowing glance and remarked, “Qin, the young lord who’s fearless of both heaven and earth, is actually afraid of the plane’s vibrations—what a joke!” “What’s so funny?” he shot her a look. He, the beautiful woman, said with deep intention, “I can’t imagine anyone with the extraordinary ability to rescue passengers from a plane in distress having any other fears.” “How do you know?” he tightened his grip. "What's so difficult about it?" the leader smiled. "I've read the incident report on the plane crash. It clearly states that a passenger named Zhou Muzi got off the plane just before takeoff and thus escaped death. According to her father, Zhou Mingchu, there's no record of her getting off at the airport—this means she must have been on the plane, yet she miraculously survived. Isn't that something worth pondering?" Qin Dashi immediately became more engaged, smiling warmly and saying, "I think we should show a bit closer, otherwise we'll definitely be exposed!" "Please, wait until we get off the plane and arrive at my place." Li Leidian, of course, wouldn't give him any more soft treatment. He pretended to scan the room attentively, then firmly declared, "I'm certain there are eyes on the ground—either arranged by Mr. Wei's family or by your parents. If we're going to play a role, we need to play it fully, don't you agree?" After thinking it over, He Muqing found his reasoning sound—what if there were indeed spies already in place, and they'd been exposed from the very beginning? She quickly kissed him on the cheek and whispered, "Now that should do it!" "Hey, be fair! Don't go all out suddenly!" As he spoke, he swiftly kissed Li Leidian on the cheek as well. "Then you're the one who's making a surprise attack on me!" "Ah-ha! That's called even the score—kissing back, kissing back!" "Indeed, the two of them collided unexpectedly—right behind them, a passenger, precisely the one on the watch. That person quietly snapped photos of their intimate moment with his phone and then sent the footage via IFI to his superior. His superior wasn't Wei Qingtian, but He Zhengjun, the father of He Leader. He Dad was currently enjoying tea with his son-in-law, Wei Qingtian. Though he himself was a senior official, every time he met the elder, he remained deeply respectful—a courtesy that had lasted for over twenty years. Had it not been for his fortunate marriage to Wei Elder's daughter, He Zhengjun might still have been tilling the soil back home. "Dad, Xiao Qing is truly driving me crazy. She's becoming increasingly uncooperative," He Dad said, holding his cup of tea for a long time without drinking, clearly deeply concerned. The elder smiled and said, "Xiao Qing is still a child—children are naturally mischievous. I must take responsibility for having spoiled her since she was young, to the point where she's now becoming increasingly unruly. But please rest assured, this time, everything will be settled!" He Zhe Zhengjun frowned slightly, "I'm just afraid she'll cause another mishap..." As he was about to finish speaking, his phone rang. He checked it and stared in disbelief, "Dad, Xiao Qing brought a young man back with her— they were even playing the sweetest games of romance on the plane!" "Really? Who has the nerve to take advantage of my granddaughter like that?" the elder exclaimed, eyes blazing. Mr. He quickly handed the phone over. Upon seeing the name, the elder smiled gracefully, "Ah, it's Xiao Feng! Well, that's good—everything will be fine now!" This time, it was Mr. He who blinked in surprise, "Why is it all good now, specifically because of Xiao Feng?" "Grandpa thought to himself—how could I possibly tell you the truth? After all, if you knew that I even encouraged Qin Feng to eat Xiao Qing's tofu, wouldn't he be ready to fight me to the death? But I have to at least manage to get through this current situation. So I gave a hearty laugh and said, 'Qin Feng is someone I often mention to you—he's Xiao Qing's top lieutenant!' Wei Qingtian blushed, thinking that the young man had no issues at all—his girlfriends were numerous. At that moment, He大叔 received another video message, showing his daughter passionately kissing Qin Feng, while Qin Feng's hands were quite unsteady, slipping into her clothes. The elder simply didn't know how to explain it. He huffed, "This matter is entirely under my care. You needn't worry—I've got a clear plan!" He couldn't contradict the elder's words, so he whispered, "Will they do anything compromising? Then we might have trouble explaining it on their side!" Wei Qingtian gave him a sharp look, "In this day and age, even if Xiao Qing and Xiao Feng do something a bit more intimate, what's the big deal? After all, the first child goes to the husband—what's so special about the first time?" Yet He大叔 still felt like he'd been shortchanged, as though he'd worked hard all season planting cabbage, only for a pig to knock it over. "Alright, go about your business now. As for Old Li, he's nothing special here." "Mr. Li, I'm rather impatient," said the elder. Heh, Mr. He felt almost embarrassed—he hadn't been asked to come over specifically to have tea, had he? Now he was being treated with such disdain. "I'll just be going," Mr. He stood up. "I'll send someone to the airport to pick up Xiao Qing. Shall I bring her straight to your place, or shall I have her stay with you overnight?" After a moment's thought, the elder replied, "We'll be back rather late, so let's have her stay with you for now. We'll come to your place in the morning. As for Xiao Feng, though—he's quite temperamental. If he doesn't like something, he might just demolish your house with a few words!"