?Reading on mobile phone For the matter of being sold three bottles of wine, He Leader could only sigh and accept it as fate. Eighty Electronic Book She fixed her gaze on Qin Feng and asked, "Honestly tell me—how many Zui Xian wines do you have in total?" Qin, the young man, thought for a few seconds before saying, "I'm not entirely sure of the exact number, since when I received the wines, they were all stored in jars. A large jar should hold around two or three hundred catties, and even a smaller one would hold over one hundred catties." "How many jars in total?" asked He Leader. He answered truthfully, "About sixty to seventy large jars, and twenty to thirty smaller ones—roughly that." He Leader's eyes widened in astonishment. She truly felt deeply unjust toward the old man—so many wines could easily fill three thousand bottles, yet he only asked for three from Qin Feng. It was truly a great loss. On the other hand, it clearly revealed Qin Feng as a shrewd businessman, securing the greatest benefit at the smallest cost. After a few glasses, He Muqing's courage truly grew, constantly shouting that she wanted to go to the bedroom and have a battle with Qin Feng. In the end, she ended up lying on the table. Qin, the young lord, gently carried her back to the bedroom and laid her on the large bed. There was still one matter to attend to—ensuring that Wei Qingtian wouldn't show up at the crucial moment to disrupt things. He walked straight to the study. As soon as he opened the door, a rich aroma of wine poured out. Besides the bookshelves, the study housed a set of chemical testing equipment. The old man, wearing glasses, was conducting some kind of test on Zui Xian wine. "I'll wipe off the dust," Qin said, recognizing the equipment. The Qin Group also has its own set, used for producing and testing medicinal wines. It's not uncommon to see such equipment in laboratories or factories, but to find it in a private study indicates that the owner is a true connoisseur of wine. The elder chuckled and said, "I'm just testing to see who's going to insist on drinking!" "Please, don't bother. If they could actually figure out the recipe for ZuiXian Wine, it wouldn't be worth much anymore." He pulled out half a bottle and placed it on the table. "This is a gift—keep the previous three bottles for good collection. This one's just for you to enjoy!" The old man was delighted, lifting the bottle and saying, "Little Feng, I truly haven't wasted my efforts on you. Honestly tell me, how much of this wine do you still have?" Qin, the younger son, smiled warmly. "I'll keep it confidential, but I can assure you—whenever you want to drink it, I'll make sure you're satisfied. Of course, even the finest wine will eventually take a toll on your health. If you treat it like plain water, then I'm truly at a loss!" The old man patted his shoulder and smiled, saying, "Relax. Only by living can you truly enjoy more delicious food and fine wines. I understand this well. It seems my decision to have you and Xiao Qing together was indeed the right one. Otherwise, how could you treat me so generously?" Qin the younger felt he had been outwitted—indeed, the old man was still the most seasoned, and the fox still the most clever. From his drawer, he produced a package of roasted peanuts and a cup, beaming, and said, "A good wine with peanuts is all you need—don't let the dishes overpower the wine. Xiao Feng, shall we have another two cups?" "No thanks, brother, I've got something important to attend to," he replied, turning to leave. As he reached the door, the old man didn't forget to tease, "Be a little more gentle with my granddaughter. By morning, you'll be calling me 'Grandfather' yourself, heh—he's quite a find, a lucky son-in-law!" Qin the younger stumbled slightly—sure enough, he had fallen right into the old man's well-laid trap. This old man is just too strange. He's clearly very satisfied with me, yet never shows it—instead, he's created some kind of hassle, completely adding pressure to me. Back in the original bedroom, He Leading had already fallen asleep, his posture quite ungraceful, leaning awkwardly on the bed with his shirt collar open wide, revealing two snowy half-spheres. His bra had also spilled out. He swallowed a lump of saliva, closed the door, and walked slowly over. The woman was clearly drunk, and this was the perfect moment to move from friendship toward something more—because no matter what he did, she wouldn't resist. He reached out and gently took control of the two peaks. But then he thought again—her first time was so precious. If he went ahead and fully enjoyed it now, he might feel great himself, but she'd likely leave with little impression. So… He withdrew one hand and placed it gently on the woman's forehead. As a delicate stream of spiritual energy flowed through her fingertips into her head, the alcohol rapidly evaporated, and she gradually regained consciousness. Her long eyelashes fluttered first, then opened her large eyes—first seeing Qin Feng, and still finding her own mountain peak firmly held in his nimble grasp. "That's it," was her very first sentence upon waking. Qin, the young lord, was nearly ready to give up hope—he had expected such thoughtful care, yet you'd asked such a painfully direct question. Had he known that, he would have simply come straight over. "Ma'am, I wanted to ensure that when you recall this in the future, you won't hold any resentment toward me, so I decided to wake you up first." He murmured. "Oh," said He Ledian, her eyebrows now forming a crescent moon shape. "I never thought our Qin young lord would be so considerate. The fact that you've come to my bedroom means that your grandfather's side has already been fully settled, doesn't it?" "Indeed." "He replied with an air of pride, yet upon reflection, he realized he had been outwitted by the old man—there was truly nothing to boast about. Instead of producing his hand, he pushed it even deeper. He Liang gave him a withering look and huffed, 'Honestly, it's better if I'm still drunk. Just thinking about having to be outdone by you, this calm, unassuming one, makes me feel uncomfortable!' 'Then how about I knock you out?' he said with a cheerful smile, effortlessly removing her blouse with the hand he had already extended. 'You dare!' the woman murmured, her cheeks flushed, then closed her eyes in a mixture of embarrassment and fear, allowing him to proceed. This meant she was already ready, merely still shy. What more could there be to be polite about? Once the final step was achieved, that shyness would vanish like mist. With skillful coordination between both hands, he swiftly stripped her down to her bare form—though he had seen her flawless body before, he still found himself unable to hold back, his eyes blazing with admiration." He stripped off just as swiftly, bending down to kiss the beautiful woman's delicate ears, his voice soft and tender as he said, "Qingqing, I want you to be my wife." "Um," He heard her voice, though quiet, clearly. Finding the most mysterious spot, he settled his broad back into her, entering her with ease. A soft cry, and red dots appeared on the bedsheet. In the study, Wei Qingtian sighed, "A fine cabbage—still, it ended up being pushed around by a pig."