?Reading on smartphone Qingzi's body trembled, just like the reaction when someone is electrified. She became utterly agitated, yet Qin Feng didn't withdraw his hand—he actually began to move it upward. Qingzi's kimono was made of silk, though several layers were layered together, giving it a thick appearance, it was actually quite thin, allowing Qin's young lord to clearly feel the warmth and suppleness of her skin. He chuckled to himself, never having imagined that the Sun Kingdom had such exquisite women. Though before leaving for abroad, he had promised his wives back home that he would never court any woman from the Sun Kingdom, a mere encounter for the sake of the occasion was surely acceptable. Moreover, the woman had actively invited him—since she was so enthusiastic, and as a guest from afar, he felt it only right to show some courtesy to the host. He thought that clear-ko was someone like a geisha, earning her guests' pleasure through refined knife skills, and it was quite normal for her to occasionally be served tofu. That's why he was so bold. "Mr. Please sit back," she began to shift her body to the side. "Wouldn't it be better to sit beside you, enjoying both your service and the dishes you personally prepare? Hm," he smiled, his hand still refusing to move, continuing to glide upward. Qingzi was truly worried and said in a firm tone, "Sir, please return to your seat. Otherwise, I'll have to call for help. After all, you're not a Solarean by origin, and if you're sent to the police, you're certain to face a lot of trouble. So..." Qin Dashi interrupted her: "Are you just playing innocent? Is that really interesting? Do you think there's anyone in the world who doesn't know what Solareans are like? Stop acting! Tell me exactly how much service fee you want, and I'll give it to you. If you keep acting like this, I'll file a complaint with you!" Qingzi was taken aback: "Playing innocent? What does that mean? What service fee? What do you mean?" "Still playing innocent," Qin Feng said, slightly annoyed. "You simply want me to pay a bit more, right? Just name your figure, and I'll meet it. But there's one thing we must agree upon upfront: once I pay, you must make me satisfied. Is that clear?" "Qingzi grew even more confused: "Sir, I truly don't understand what you mean. I saw that you were unwilling to order our house specialty, so I came over personally to demonstrate it, hoping you would appreciate the cuisine of our Sun Country!" Qin Feng smiled: "So you're truly a great person—making such a significant contribution to your nation's food. Should I admire you?" Qingzi gave a gentle smile: "This is something everyone should do!" "Isn't it true that women in your country are so open-minded?" he said with a sarcastic tone. "Take the two people who just opened and closed the door for you—already planning a passionate night of lovemaking after work, even down to the specific positions they've agreed upon!" Qingzi's expression changed, and she spoke coldly: "Sir, please be mindful of your words. You can't expect to condemn an entire fleet with a single stroke!" "You're still acting all formal, aren't you? Have you gone completely overboard with this performance?" "Qin, the younger brother, completely erupted, being quite direct: 'Then tell me, who exactly are you? This is your final chance. If you don't speak the truth, I won't hold back!' Qingze quickly interjected: 'Mr. I believe there must be some misunderstanding between us. Perhaps my sudden arrival and the disturbance I've caused during your meal have made an impact. I'm truly sorry for that. My father is the owner of this restaurant. When I'm not too busy with work, I come here to help out. By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet—my name is Arata Qingze!' I wiped my brow—what a mess! Qin, the younger brother, blushed slightly and stammered: 'Ah, so you're the daughter of the owner! I thought you were a geisha. Arata Qingze—such a familiar name. Where have I heard it before?' "He began to quickly recall that, recently, he had only discussed matters concerning the Sun Country with He Muqing and Shu Yajing. Ah, yes—Shu had mentioned that she particularly liked a female actor from the Sun Country named Genji Kiyoko, calling her the very embodiment of purity." "Are you an actress?" he exclaimed. "Yes, though I'm just an ordinary actress, never having starred in any major film productions, so I'm not particularly well-known," Kiyoko's expression returned to normal, her face brightening with a pleasant smile. Qin's mind started spinning rapidly—was she really different from other women of her native country? It wasn't obvious, but from the density of her eyebrows and her reaction during the tofu meal earlier, she seemed still quite new to the scene. Well, come to think of it—didn't it say that in Sun Country primary schools, it was hard to find even a few first-time girls? This one looked to be in her twenties, possibly even older. How had she managed to live in this remarkable capital for so long?" "Wait a minute, is something wrong?" Qingzi asked gently. Qin Dashi flipped his hand, and out of nowhere, a notebook and a pen appeared. He smiled cheerfully and said, "There's someone I know who really loves your films. Since we've met, could you please sign my notebook?" "Of course, but could you tell me how the pen and notebook appeared?" Qingzi asked, her eyes wide. Qin Feng was firm and enthusiastic. "Let me be honest— I'm a magician. Not only can I make a small notebook appear, but even an elephant!" "Your sense of humor is truly delightful," she replied, taking the two items. She opened a page and carefully wrote her name, then asked, "I haven't heard your name yet— could you tell me?" "I'm Qin Feng, from China," he introduced himself. Indeed a Chinese— Qingzi felt more confident now, and it seemed that Xiao Shan was right. She stood up to bid farewell: "I've kept you occupied so long—truly sorry. The two dishes I just served, I'm sending them to my friends from China. Please enjoy them!" "Wait, no—I still have a few questions for you," Qin the Young insisted, trying to keep her. "Really, I'm so sorry—I have so many things I need to attend to. I'm truly sorry," Qingzi remained firm in her decision to leave. After she had gone, Qin the Young lifted the hand he had just used to eat tofu, and thought about what had just happened. It felt so unreal—definitely something that would make Shu, the police officer, skeptical if she heard it. How could it be so coincidental? Just two days ago, someone had been mentioned—then, upon arriving in the country, he had encountered that very person. Who would believe such a thing? So, he decided not to tell them—better not to burden his wives with such thoughts. He picked up a piece of sashimi with his chopsticks, studied it carefully, and murmured to himself, "The skill is truly outstanding—just a simple preparation, and the flavor is already so fresh and delicious..." Suddenly, a girl's exclamation came from outside: "Mr. Li, what are you doing? Please release your hand."