?Reading on mobile phone The phone rang, and Wang Xiaoniu jolted awake from her bed. Eight-zero E-book She picked up her phone placed on the nightstand: "Hi, Dad! Mom and you are coming back soon, right? You said you'd be late, didn't you?" A warm, engaging voice came through the speaker: "The dinner party was really dull. We were genuinely worried about leaving you alone at home. We're heading back now. What would you like to eat? I'll pick it up on the way!" Xiaoniu checked the time—it was six in the afternoon. She said softly, "I'm not really hungry, and I'm not alone. I just called Qin Feng, and he's coming over!" "Ah, Qin Feng is coming? Then we'd better rush home," Wang Changling smiled. "How about this—we invite Qin Feng to dinner. We can't make it back now, so let's just go straight to the hotel and reserve a few dishes!" Wang Yujia thought her brother-in-law's husband had been with her for the entire afternoon, not just arrived recently. After hanging up the phone, she began getting dressed. Though she still felt utterly drained throughout her body, she knew she had to tidy up the "battlefield" or else her parents would notice. Qin, the young count, helped her clean up, and together they carefully inspected every corner of the room, making sure no traces remained before they felt at ease. Before leaving, the young woman sprayed a few sprays of air freshener to mask the faint fishy scent lingering in the air. When Wang Changling returned with his wife, they sat quietly on the living room sofa, while Qin was telling jokes that had made Wang Xiao Niu laugh continuously. "Wang Secretary has returned," he stood up to greet them. "Why be so formal? Don't keep calling me Secretary—just call me Wang Uncle, please," Wang Changling smiled warmly, his expression kind and approachable. Qin Dashi thought to himself that calling him "uncle" wasn't quite right—more accurately, he should be referred to as his future father-in-law. If he actually did that, Wang Secretary would probably burst into a fit of excitement right then and there. He'd better stay calm, even composed. Wang Changling looked deeply disappointed. As a politician, Qin Feng was a businessman—each of them viewed issues from a different perspective. He sincerely hoped that the Qin Group would remain in Pingluan City, yet he didn’t know how to bring that up. Politicians value performance, while businesspeople prioritize profits. It wouldn’t be fair to sacrifice higher profits just for his own political achievements. "Ah, it seems you’ve made your decision. Then I’ll say no more," Wang Changling sighed. Qin Feng understood what was on his mind and smiled. "Uncle Wang, please don’t worry. I’ll first move my management team to Pingluan City, while keeping the production operations still based here. Of course, I’ll gradually establish new subsidiaries in the provincial capital—though that will take some time. Besides, wouldn’t Uncle Wang be content staying in Pingluan City for life, never dreaming of becoming the Party Secretary of the province or even the Governor?" Wang Changling's heart suddenly trembled. At the time, under Lian Mingfei's pressure, he had always felt it difficult to rise from second-in-command to first-in-command—achieving that goal before retirement would have been more than sufficient for him. But Lian Mingfei had quickly fallen from power, and Wang had smoothly transitioned to a full-time position, a process that had been remarkably smooth. This naturally raised his ambitions—he now, at just under forty, found it no longer difficult to climb even one or two rungs higher. Moreover, this assessment came from Qin Feng, whose rise to the position of Party Secretary of the city had, strictly speaking, been made possible by Qin Feng's own efforts. With a steady hand, Wang rubbed his hands and asked cautiously, "Feng, do you think Uncle Wang still has a good chance?" Wang Changling’s heart raced. He slammed the table and said, “With your words just now, Uncle Wang feels confident. From now on, I’ll really appreciate it if you could speak well of me in front of the leaders. If Uncle Wang actually gets promoted, I’ll never forget your help!” “Of course,” Qin Feng replied with a firm tone. Since your daughter has already chosen me, I’ll definitely work for you. A promotion or a successful career is absolutely within reach. Though Qin Feng didn’t know many people in politics, who among the officials wouldn’t give Wei Qingshan the senior’s respect? Once he’s asked, things will surely get done. The restaurant delivered the reserved dishes and drinks. Wang Changling warmly invited Qin to take his seat. Although Wang Xiao Niu tried her best to hide it, Wang Fu was quick to notice something was off. She whispered to her husband, “Changling, I feel my daughter is acting strangely.” “Strange? In what way?” Wang Uncle was puzzled. He thought his daughter was merely a bit lazy, otherwise she was quite normal. Wang Fu said, shaking her head, "I can't quite put my finger on it—there's just something off." Wang Uncle glanced at his daughter, then at Qin Feng, and smiled, "With such a handsome young man sitting beside her, she's bound to feel a bit awkward. Our daughter is no longer young, and TV dramas constantly portray romantic, passionate scenes—today's children are so mature!" Without realizing it, Wang Fu also glanced at Qin Feng and added, "Qin Feng is a wonderful child. Though young, he manages the company so well, and with such strong family support behind him, he'd be an excellent match for our daughter." Wang Uncle blinked, "He's four years older than Xiao Jia, isn't he? Besides, he's already engaged!" "Four years older? Doesn't that matter? You're five years older than me." "Miss Wang gave him a withering look: 'What's wrong with having a girlfriend? They haven't even married yet. Besides, even if they do marry, they can always divorce, can't they? Our Xiaojia is such a beautiful young lady—she'll surely grow into a top-notch beauty. She's not anything short of perfect for Xiaofeng. If they end up getting married, it would be a great advantage for you!' Uncle Wang's eyes lit up: 'You're suggesting we start cultivating their relationship now, aren't you?'