The table is filled with exquisite dishes—prime foie gras, golden caviar, black truffle, and uroši caviar, among others. Eighty-Eleven E-Book must admit that every ingredient here is so costly it's truly astonishing. This all stems from Qin's young lord's remark that he'd "eat out of Gensens' pocket." The elder man took it seriously and immediately hired the finest European chefs, then arranged for the delivery of premium ingredients by special aircraft to prepare this meal. He then brought over two bottles of mid-20th-century red wine, smiling, "The value of these two bottles already exceeds that of an equivalent amount of gold—my wine cellar holds many such treasures!" I'm impressed—does he really need to show off so much? Gesens remained composed, continuing, "Try this, Xiao Feng. If you like it, whenever you come over, I'll serve you this wine every time. By the way, we use this set of tableware—originally ordered by the Spanish royal family—and it's now quite a fine antique. But for me, its only purpose is to serve as tableware!" Ni ma, he's still showing off his wealth. Yashi quietly reached over, placing her hand on his thigh and giving him a subtle glance, signaling that my father has no other intentions. This is understandable—after all, the uncle is world-renowned as a billionaire, a fact well known to everyone. Does he really need to show off his wealth to anyone else? Well, perhaps you think your fine wines are the only ones worth mentioning. Qin, the young lord, pulled out a clay jar from beneath his seat, saying, "Why don't you try our celestial wine from the Celestial Kingdom? While my wine may not be as luxurious as yours, it's been carefully preserved for several decades and is crafted using an ancient, now-forgotten method—its flavor is quite unique." "This is the Immortal Wine—no foreigner, not to mention the top-tier figures in our country, has ever had the chance to taste it. The only ones who've managed to enjoy it are Mr. Wei and the elder uncles of Qin's younger brother. Gossens, though somewhat dismissive, remained polite and said, "Indeed? Then I'd like to try it. But you're certain this wine has been aged for several decades?" "Absolutely certain," he thought—how could Gossens possibly know? True excellence often doesn't require elegant packaging. The red and white wines were served by a well-dressed waiter in a crisp tailcoat. As the red wine was uncorked, the waiter deeply inhaled, demonstrating its exceptional quality. When it came to the white wine, however, the waiter paid little attention, much like Gossens, assuming that a plain bottle couldn't contain anything remarkable. Immediately upon the cork being removed, a rich, intense aroma filled the room, and the waiter was instantly enchanted, taking several deep breaths in succession. Gesens also found himself unconsciously taking deep breaths. Though he had tasted the finest wines in the world, he had never before encountered such an intense, captivating aroma—so enchanting it was. "Quick, pour the wine!" he urged eagerly. The waiter blinked, only now realizing, and promptly set down the bottle, taking up the red wine instead. "No, I'd like to sample the fine Chinese wine that Xiao Feng brought," he corrected immediately. "Of course, sir," the waiter quickly exchanged the bottle again. Qin Feng and Isabella exchanged a glance, both smiling in perfect synchrony. What on earth was the world's wealthiest man doing? Wasn't he also a cultivator? He now had more rare treasures than ever. As expected, the usually composed and steady Gesens soon grew tipsy. He had underestimated the power of the "Drunk Immortal Wine," drinking three glasses in succession and barely managing to taste a single bite of his food before collapsing. Since the young women were all mindful of their figure, the delicious dishes on the table ended up being a treat for Qin's younger brother. He devoured his food with great pleasure, while the two women kept passing him dishes. "Po-qi, my wife, I don't particularly like oysters," he complained. Yao Shi immediately replied, "Oysters are beneficial for men—they're really nourishing!" "What?" he exclaimed, patting his chest. "Do you think a man like me still needs nourishment? Can you really keep up with all that?" Isabella interjected, "What could possibly be too much for you? Do you really think you're the king of the bedchamber, conquering all your rivals?" "Exactly," the young woman said, pouting. Qin, the young noble, slammed his chopsticks down on the table and declared, "It seems I have to prove something to you two, or else I'll be completely underestimated. Though I've only eaten about seven-tenths full, my performance hasn't been compromised. We're going up now—let's have a battle of three hundred... no, three thousand—well, actually, three *thousand* rounds, maybe even three *ten thousand* rounds. Who's ready to step up first?" Aisy stared at the two of them, eyes wide, asking, "Wait—husband, you've already... well, what exactly have you and Sister Shasha done?" The beautiful officer blushed immediately; though a vampire, she was quite shy. Qin, the young noble, nodded with a determined expression, smiling warmly, "Not only have we done that—we've even been saved by Shasha!" Turning to the officer, the young woman said, "Then, let's have Shasha go first. I'll personally thank her for saving my life!" "I think Aisy should go first," Isabel said, lifting her head. "After all, it's her home—it's her domain, so she should be given priority!" They were all so aware of Qin's strength that neither wanted to go first, fearing they'd be thoroughly exhausted by him. Qin extended his arms and embraced both of them at once, smiling mischievously, "Since we're already good friends, why be so formal? I'll take charge of the decision—just let the two of you share the experience together, heh-heh!" "Hey, you rotten guy—don't dare do anything mean to us!" "Exactly—don't do anything mean!" "Come on, that's just silly. You're my wives, so doing something mean to you is absolutely expected. You two beautiful ladies—just accept your fate. Any resistance from you is completely useless. Heh-heh!" With that, he exerted steady strength, lifting the two women firmly and heading toward the second-floor bedroom. The servants and attendants were stunned. Just like Gossen, they hadn't yet learned that the lady had already been sleeping with Qin Feng. Gossen was already out cold—definitely wouldn't wake up until well past noon tomorrow. As for tonight, they could enjoy whatever they wanted. Soon, the room echoed with high-pitched cries of distress. Against two women, Qin Feng used every ounce of his strength, and the two ladies were left pleading for mercy. On the floor, clothes were scattered haphazardly. On the bed, which had been swaying continuously from the start, the three of them were now entangled in a tangle of limbs. The battle began at 9:15 and lasted until dawn. Though the two women fought side by side, they ultimately suffered a crushing defeat. By the time Qin, the young lord, roared in frustration, they had grown so exhausted that they had fallen into deep sleep. Taking several deep breaths, he gazed at their weary yet rosy faces and their delicate, healthy bodies, and smirked to himself, "Now see what you've got—how long will it be before you dare to look down your nose at your husband again? Ha ha ha!"