Qin Feng flipped over and pressed himself onto He Muqing, his firm body now resting against the garden door. Of course, under these circumstances, how could Qin, the young executive, possibly engage in a full-blown confrontation—someone would surely burst in at any moment. He Leader’s precious first time couldn’t be lost under such circumstances; it would haunt her for the rest of her life. Yet Qin still performed the scene with great conviction, arching his back and swiftly moving his body, the white sheets rising and falling with each motion. He Muqing realized she was safe, and with her heart, once high in her chest, now settling back into her abdomen. Closing her eyes, she imitated the scene from films, loudly shouting out. Just then, He Zhengjun arrived at the door and heard his daughter’s cry. Frowning, he stepped forward and kicked the door. Thud— The solid wooden door swung open, and the couple on the bed, engaged in their passionate scene, were startled. He Leader, in turn, responded with a perfectly timed, startled scream. Although neither of them showed much of their bodies, they were truly completely bare. Besides Mr. He, another middle-aged lady rushed in, and both the couple were furious. Mr. He pointed at his daughter, who was trembling as she tucked herself deeper into the blanket, and exclaimed, "Xiao Qing, I never thought you'd be so indifferent to your own dignity—this truly disappoints me!" "How could you have been so casual in your relationships with men you've never met before?" the lady asked loudly. Behind Qin Dashi, the leader of the company whispered, "How did you two even come in?" "You'd think so," Mr. He was now at the brink of rage, one hand instinctively reaching toward his back waist, where a pistol was holstered. "I'm asking you both—what authority gave you the right to intrude so boldly?" Qin Feng said, frowning. "This is a legal matter. Don't think because you're military personnel that I won't take action!" "Old Master shouted, 'Young man, if you dare treat my daughter this way, I'll have you executed—let alone talk about legal consequences! You're dead meat! As for the accusation of forced intimacy, I'll make sure you suffer a terrible fate!'" Master He drew his pistol and aimed it at the two people on the bed. Knowing that he wouldn't actually fire it—just to scare his daughter—he said to her, "Qiaoqing, quickly apologize to your father; otherwise, he'll really shoot you both dead!" Master He huffed, "Whatever!" Qin Feng added, "Master, even if you do fire, we won't take a single injury. But you must think carefully—once the gun goes off, your father-daughter relationship with Qingqing will come to an end." He was completely surprised by their firmness, especially by the courage of his daughter. With no options left, he angrily threw the pistol on the floor and shouted, "How can I have a daughter like this? Heaven above, what can I do to make things better?" Master He turned to her and said, "Hurry up and get dressed—come home with us right away!" "No," she replied, "I want to stay with Xiao Feng." She clung to Qin Feng's waist—something she had done instinctively, without any training. So far, both of them have performed brilliantly, without any suspicion from the audience. Heh, even more furious now: "If you don't leave, I'll have the security staff come and take you away. After all, our face is already ruined—what's another few people knowing about it!" "Fine. Then have them come and take me. After all, I'm already part of Xiao Feng's team. No matter what happens, I won't leave him." She spoke with firm determination. He really wanted to head straight into the wall and die. He knew his daughter was rebellious—this he had always known—but never expected her to go this far. "Listen," Qin Feng said, sighing with growing irritation, "have you finished talking? When you're done, just go—please, and close the door behind you!" "And as for the ones whose doors you've damaged, you'll have to compensate. If it weren't for the fact that you're Qingqing's parents, I'd be far less polite!" "Lady He was furious: 'Young man, dare you say one more word of defiance? Do you think I'll let you die in the capital? If so, you'll immediately leave my daughter, and we'll pretend nothing ever happened!' He Muqing was not having it: 'How can we pretend nothing ever happened? We've already been together!' Under the influence of her father's successful example, the couple embraced the idea that the first child's marriage to a man was a natural occurrence, and didn't regard it as anything significant when their daughter shared a bed with a man. 'Are you going to leave or not?' Uncle He launched his final move—the lion's roar. With a voice no less commanding than her father's, she shouted, 'If you're not going to move, then have the courage to send someone to fetch me! Let this matter become a full-blown scandal—so that you won't have to force me to marry someone else!' Uncle He felt a sudden pang of anxiety. If this situation escalated, his daughter would never be able to marry the Crown Prince. He now felt like a man caught between a rock and a hard place. After a few seconds of hesitation, he finally pulled out his phone and dialed Wei Qingtian's number: "Dad, I simply can't manage Xiao Qing anymore—I'll have to rely on you to step in... You don't know, he went to the hotel with a young man named Qin, and I caught him there with Ling Shuang right in front of us!" He angrily recounted the whole incident, while on the other end, the elderly Wei was wiping sweat off his forehead, thinking: Qin Feng, you're not very respectful! I only agreed for you to enjoy a little of Xiao Qing's company—I never asked you to make it more than that! You've gone all the way to bed with her! As for Mr. He, he had expected the old man to firmly support him. But after listening to the full story, all he said was, "Give your phone to Xiao Feng!" "What? To him?" "Master He was puzzled, saying, 'What could you possibly have to say to him? In my opinion, you should simply dismiss this young man from military service. He came to the company, didn't he? Have each department take turns going to him and questioning him—by the time they're done, he'll surely be crushed to death!'"