While reading on phone Qin Feng pressed his mouth against Retta Kiyoko’s ear, blowing warm air and said, “You really need a bit of warmth—this is good for your cold!” Kiyoko lowered her head and replied, “Then why is your hand placed on my chest? Isn’t that also for warmth?” “Of course,” he insisted, “scientific research shows that the more prominent the body part, the more likely it is to get cold!” “Then… perhaps it would be better if I wore my clothes first, and then you warm me up.” Kiyoko, truly intelligent and well-experienced, managed to stay clear-headed under such circumstances—no easy feat. Qin, the young nobleman, felt a bit embarrassed, offering a dry smile and saying, “I’m just overthinking—forgetting the most important thing. I’m truly sorry. Shall I help you dress?” “No, thank you…” “If you hesitate again, won’t I still have to assist you?” "He smiled brightly, saying that turning the passive into the active was his consistent strength. The beautiful woman thought for a moment, then nodded and said softly, "Very well. You help me with my bra, and I'll dress the rest myself." "Of course," Qin the young man gently released his hands from around her, carefully fastening the bra clips in the right position. To admit that Qingzi was now being pushed—there was at least a nine-out-of-ten chance of that—but Qin Feng wasn't a beast. Knowing she had a cold, with a feverish body temperature, how could he possibly bear to treat her like one? Moreover, her reaction earlier had already signaled her acceptance of Qin the young man. If that was the case, why was he so eager to rush things? A little while later, after dressing in her new clothes, she turned back, her delicate face flushed with modesty, and said softly, "Qin-san, I'm all set. Shall we leave now?" "Of course we must leave this remote countryside. If necessary, we'll even go into the city to see a doctor." "He smiled and said, 'I'll drive; you just relax by the side!' Qingzi furrowed her brows, 'Is it safe to go into the city now? The police are mobilizing nationwide to pursue you—what if they spot you and discover you? That would be dangerous!' He gently patted the woman on the shoulder, saying, 'Don't worry—no one will recognize me. Even if they do, it'll be their misfortune!' 'Qin Sang is the most confident person I've ever met,' Qingzi smiled. 'So, do you like me?' Qin asked immediately. 'Like...? Oh, no! Don't say that! I really hate it!' The woman blushed deeply and walked toward the passenger seat. Before starting the drive, he released a portion of his spiritual energy to evaporate all excess moisture inside the car, so as to avoid the discomfort of warm air and steam later on, which might worsen Qingzi's condition." In no time at all, the car entered a flat highway, and Qingze soon fell asleep, her serene expression making Qin Shao several times want to kiss her. "Hitoshi Nakauchi hummed, "What does this prove? Can't you just say that Qin Feng had a meal with her and suddenly became her lover? Isn't that ridiculous? What exactly do you want to say?" Hagi Koki felt as though he were talking to a wall—though, after all, the wall was his very employer. With patience, he continued, "The most suspicious point is that her daughter has left home, yet her father shows absolutely no concern. He continues doing exactly what he used to do every day. Doesn't that already speak volumes?" Nakauchi's brow furrowed. "You mean she left home specifically to find Qin Feng, which means she knows where Qin Feng is?" Hagi Koki smiled. "Exactly. As soon as I find this young woman, I'm certain I'll find Qin Feng." Watching him speak with such confidence, Nakauchi simply couldn't understand where this confidence had come from. Well, then—perhaps it was best not to undermine someone's confidence, after all he had learned from past experiences. … The outline of the city had already come into view, and Qingze stirred slightly in her sleep. Qin Feng thought she had woken up and said, "Qingze, is your illness improving? We're about to enter the city now—do you have any particular things you'd like to do?" Qingze, her voice weak, replied, "No, I just want to sleep a little longer." "Still sleeping," he realized something was wrong, and pulled over by the roadside, reaching out to feel her forehead. The forehead temperature had returned to normal, yet her condition seemed far from ordinary. No—she must be taken to a hospital right away for a check-up. He drove swiftly, following the navigation to the nearest hospital. Before getting out, he combed his beard and put on a pair of black-framed glasses, instantly transforming from a twenty-year-old bright and energetic young man into a seasoned, mid-thirties man. This way, he wouldn’t be recognized. After parking, he walked around to the passenger side, opened the door, and carried Qingze out. Qingzi's body was as soft and supple as if made of no bones at all. When she was carried in, she gently opened her eyes and then naturally wrapped her arms around the man's neck. Upon seeing a man carrying a beautiful woman enter, the hospital staff hurried to ask, "What's wrong with this lady?" Qin, the young noble, answered in clear, composed Sun-land Chinese: "She caught a cold, took some medicine randomly, and her fever subsided—yet now she's like this!" After a quick examination and observing Qingzi's pupils, the doctor said, "Her pupils are irregular and her breathing is labored. I suspect she has either bronchitis or conjunctivitis. We must conduct a thorough check immediately!" "Very well, let's begin right away—thank you so much," Qin sincerely said. Though he was a cultivator, he lacked medical skills. Even for minor ailments, he had to rely on doctors. A female doctor walked over and exclaimed, "Isn't this Ms. Harada Keiko? She's my idol!" "Ah, she's now also a patient," Qin Feng smiled. The doctor nodded, but still took out her phone, crouched down, and took a photo with Keiko.