At the very moment Qin Feng entered He Muqing's body, he had already guided the spiritual energy through the closely connected areas into her. The tearing pain was immediately replaced by a warm, soothing sensation, and she opened her eyes. But as soon as she saw Qin Feng's broad chest, she closed them again. "Qingqing, we're already like this—what else do you have to be embarrassed about?" he smiled. "I still feel rather shy," the beautiful woman said, eyes closed. "Heh, I promise you'll feel more at ease soon," he replied, beginning a series of mechanical movements with his waist. At first, He Leading managed to hold back and not make a sound, but as wave after wave of sensation surged through her, she could no longer contain herself—first emitting a nasal sound, then opening her mouth and passionately calling out. In the study, Wei Qingtian, already drunk and giddy, set down his cup, sucked at it thoughtfully, and murmured, "They always say that as people grow older, their eyes grow dim and their hearing fades. Yet my eyes are sharp, my ears are keen, and I can hear everything so clearly! I never thought the house's sound insulation was this poor—how did we manage to live here all these years!" Guan Wenfeng smiled brightly. When he was young, he had received specialized training in etiquette, and each time he smiled, he always showed exactly eight teeth—perfectly standard. "Is it true that Mr. Wei hasn't gotten up yet?" he asked in a warm, magnetic tone. The head housekeeper replied, "Mr. Wei drank two extra cups last night. I just called him a moment ago—he'll be downstairs shortly!" Guan, looking slightly apologetic, said, "It's my fault. I came too early. I'm truly sorry!" On the tea table before him stood two elegant gift boxes. Hearing that Mr. Wei enjoyed drinking small wines when he was at ease, he had arranged for a bottle of aged wine from the 1960s—specifically one that was specially supplied by the military—certainly something a military man like Wei Qingtian would appreciate. The other box contained a diamond necklace of great value, a gift intended for He Muqing. The head steward presented a cup of fragrant tea and said, "Don't worry—even if President Wei drinks a lot, he won't have to rise too late!" Ten minutes later, the elder walked out, yawning slightly. Though he hadn't slept enough, he still looked bright and energetic, thanks to the benefits of the Zhixian wine. Guan, the young man, quickly stood up and introduced himself: "Good morning, Mr. Elder. I'm truly sorry to have disturbed you unexpectedly. My name is Guan Wenfeng, son of Guan Liye—" "Ah, I know you," the elder interrupted, pointing to the sofa. "Please, sit down—there's no need for formality." Guan thanked him and, instead of immediately sitting, waited until the elder had taken his seat before carefully settling himself. To others, this behavior was perfectly appropriate and even seemed to reflect good manners. To Wei Qingshan, however, it was a longstanding, deeply resented custom of the Chinese bureaucratic world—one that had persisted for hundreds of years. Of course, he didn't show it on his face, but smiled gently, "Guan, what's up?" Guan quickly opened the gift and said, "Just a little something—nothing special." The elder looked down and recognized it as the military-specialty wine from his younger days. Thirty years ago, this wine had already been discontinued, so it was no easy feat to find it now. If it had been the unfinished Zui Xian wine, he would have been delighted—because not only was this his favorite from back then, and he hadn't drunk it in many years, but it also stirred memories of the past. However, once he drank the Zui Xian wine, he found himself unable to enjoy any other wines. The elder remained calm and said, "I've already quit drinking wine!" Though this statement sounded rather poignant, he truly had sworn off all other wines, sipping only the Zui Xian wine. Guan Wenfeng felt a sudden pang—clearly, the elder didn't like it. What's a person to do? Everyone knows how much Fei Qingtian adores his granddaughter. If he doesn't approve, how can He Muqing ever be brought into the family? "Drinking isn't good for one's health, I know that," said Guan Shuang, beginning to play the emotional card. "But this wine has real collection value, doesn't it? Grandfather used to be a driving force in the business, and at every celebration banquet, wouldn't this wine always be on the table, wouldn't it?" "Yes, it was always served at every celebration banquet in the past," the elder replied, "but the memories of those days... well, they're not so pleasant." The one sentence nearly choked Guan Shuang. He wiped cold sweat from his brow, thinking everyone said Grandfather was kind and easygoing—so why had he turned so stiff toward him? Inhaling deeply, he continued with a smile, "Today, I'm here to pay my respects to Grandfather, and also to meet Miss Mu Qing. Last night, I visited Uncle He, and both families hope that I and Miss Mu will be engaged by the Spring Festival, with our wedding planned for next year." "Oh, so you're here to see Miss Qing, and to take a quick look at me, the old man, aren't you?" Wei Qingtian asked. The young man's face immediately turned red. He hadn't expected Grandfather to be so direct—so blunt, in fact, that it seemed almost unbearable. Raised in an official environment, he found it difficult to accept such straightforwardness. The art of being in office lies in concealing one's true thoughts, speaking only three parts while leaving seven for subordinates to guess. In essence, it's nothing but a form of pretense. Yet, since childhood, the young man had grown accustomed to this style, and whenever he encountered facts, he never found himself able to speak up. "Miss Qing hasn't gotten up yet." "The old man didn't care to look at his flushed face and said, 'Last night she was really into it with her boyfriend—she probably didn't get up until after noon!' 'What? Her boyfriend?' Guan was taken aback. Wei Qingtian looked at him with a thoughtful expression and said, 'Didn't you know? You didn't go see He Zhengjun last night, did you? Didn't he tell you?' 'No, he didn't.' Guan looked flustered. The old man smiled and said, 'That's no surprise. He'd only tell you the truth if he didn't want to. In fact, He Zhengjun has been eager to arrange a marriage between his daughter and your family. He simply doesn't approve of Xiao Qing's chosen boyfriend. The three of them even had a fight over it. So they've been staying with me!' Guan Wenfeng felt as though he had plunged into an ice well. When he first saw He Muqing's photo, he had been instantly captivated. He Zhengjun and his wife had praised her beyond measure, even saying she had never been in love before—pure as a white blossom."