?Reading on mobile phone The next morning, several birds chirped incessantly in the courtyard, as if telling the world about the beauty of spring. In the main bedroom on the second floor, various styles of bras were scattered haphazardly on the floor, and the large bed was a scene of springtime romance—Qin Feng, though not an emperor, was indeed a ruler in his own right, lying among delicate arms and legs. The satisfied expressions on the girls' faces clearly indicated the fierce battle that had taken place last night. By now, it was well past morning, yet no one had woken up. After dinner yesterday, Ogata Ichiro, slightly tipsy, had refused Qin Feng's suggestion and gone to a nearby hotel. Clear, not entirely at ease, had accompanied her father to stay there. It would have been difficult for her to fall asleep if she had stayed here. Ding-dong… the doorbell rang. Outside, Harada Ichiro was holding a basket of fruit. After getting up in the morning with nothing much to do, he and his daughter had come here after breakfast. The doorbell rang several times, but no one answered. Qingze was puzzled, when the old man spoke up, "Perhaps Xiao Feng hasn't woken up yet. Young people these days always like to stay in bed!" "It's already nearly ten o'clock now, though—how could he still be asleep?" Qingze replied. Harada Ichiro quietly glanced at his daughter, thinking to himself that with so many beautiful young women in the household, it would be surprising if anyone could even get up in the morning. Qingze remained unconvinced and continued ringing the bell. "Who is it? It's so early!" Qin Feng opened the door wearing his pajamas and slippers, and at the same time gave a big yawn. Qingze's cheeks immediately flushed—she had truly never expected Qin Feng to still be asleep at this hour. "It's Qingze and Uncle Harada," he said, "Please come in." He immediately regained his energy and smiled, saying, "I was just about to say that after I wake up, I'll call you and invite you all for lunch!" Genji Okada politely replied, "No, no, it's truly a bother to come so unexpectedly!" "Ah, how could you be so formal? Come in, please," said Qin the young man warmly, inviting the two guests inside. The doorbell not only woke him up but also roused the girls, who began dressing and getting ready. "My underwear—please return it to me, Jun, take a good look, isn't that yours?" "Indeed, but I feel it's mine!" "Vivi, didn't you also make a mistake? This seems to be mine!" "...” Voices from upstairs could be heard as the girls dressed. Qin the young man blushed slightly and, smiling, said to the two guests, "I'm truly sorry—I stayed up rather late yesterday and haven't managed to get up until now. What a disappointment!" "Clear's delicate face had turned as red as a autumn apple. Now she finally understood why her father had been reluctant to come earlier. Hara Ichiro smiled and said, "Don't worry, there's no one here. By the way, last night, when we were having dinner, you mentioned you'd be going abroad for a while!" "Yes, there are a few minor matters to attend to," he replied, then gave the old man a reassuring pledge, "Uncle, please rest assured—my restaurant operations will be handled by a dedicated person. I promise it won't affect the construction schedule at all!" "Ah, that's good," the old man finally felt completely at ease. After the young women finished their morning routines, they all came out to greet the two women, then went about their daily tasks—some to buy groceries, others off to work. The midday meal remained sumptuous, and Hara Ichiro relaxed completely, soon becoming quite tipsy—clearly, he was truly delighted. While Qin Feng was preparing to escort Hara and Clear back to the hotel, the doorbell rang again. Since the smart system is installed at home, family members never need keys to enter—only strangers ring the doorbell. When Qin Feng opened the door, he found a middle-aged couple standing outside. The woman was beaming with a warm smile, while the man carried several gift boxes. "Who are you looking for? Did you walk past the right door?" Qin Feng was certain he didn't know them—likely they were there to deliver gifts to a supervisor or a manager. "You must be Xiao Feng," the man from the south said. "You're right," Qin Feng replied, noting that the man could call out his name so warmly, yet he had absolutely no memory of either of them. The woman's smile brightened even more. "You don't remember us, do you? He's your cousin-in-law, and I'm your cousin-in-law's wife. We even held you when you were a baby! Think back—can you recall it now?" "By the way," he added, "I'm your cousin—when you were just five, I and your aunt came to visit you, bringing you a toy car. Can you remember that?" To his surprise, after hearing this, Qin Feng truly felt a bit suspicious. Before he was taken away at age five, there had indeed been two people visiting his family, but they had absolutely not come to see him—the nephew of his mother's brother. Instead, they had been persistent in asking for loans. At that time, Qin's family was struggling financially, so they didn't have any extra funds to lend. Moreover, the two families weren't close enough to routinely borrow money from one another. In the end, the couple left in a huff, dissatisfied and unresolved. As for the gift—the toy car—they had offered was merely a cheap, second-hand item, clearly not new. It was remarkable how they would even settle for used goods when buying presents for relatives. What a low standard of hospitality! Qin Feng smiled and said, "I remember now. How did you two find us here?" "Uncle was delighted to say, 'I knew you'd definitely remember—it's no surprise that Xiao Feng is such a bright child. Even though it's been over ten years, I'm sure you'll recall. In fact, we've been looking for you ever since you went missing. When you disappeared, we made quite a few trips to find you. Later, after your parents passed away, Uncle really put in a lot of effort before we finally managed to locate you here!'" If someone unfamiliar with the situation were to hear this, they would surely be astonished—how could a household host so many beautiful young women, all of whom gaze at Qin Feng with such tenderness? Yet the couple doesn't seem particularly surprised; clearly, they are aware of these details. This makes Qin Feng begin to question their true intentions. Looking at their attire and the gifts deliberately placed on the coffee table, one would expect a more substantial match given their appearance—yet they are neither dressed in luxury nor wearing fine, high-end brands.