? Qin Feng was quite unscrupulous in taking the two women and leaving, along with Wei Fat, leaving only the Mr. Sun behind. He simply couldn't understand—why would there be a straight passage through the stone forest, and why would there be a perfectly round hole in the stone wall? Who could tell him the truth? He could swear on his life he hadn't deceived Director Wei at all. Indeed, he had come here just a few days ago, but at that time, there was neither a passage nor a cave. Flying out for over ten kilometers, Qin Shao finally couldn't help laughing: "That rather shy fellow is truly interesting—how could he possibly develop a tourism project in such a remote, bird-less spot? I think the birds must have been pulling his head off." Qingya gave him a withering look: "You're just gloating. Didn't you see how close he was to crying?" "Lin Caiwei agreed: "Yes, I bet that person has put in a lot of effort for this project, yet here we are—such a result. Honestly, what difference does it make whether the waste ends up in the right place or not? As long as the Tourism Bureau approves it, just bring in a few more naive investors, and this place will quickly become a tourist destination." "Alright, I can claim I wasn't intentional about it," he said calmly. "Go tell Mr. Sun," Qingya huffed. "Then maybe I'll just go home and treat you to a bottle of red wine," he suggested. "No wines under thirty thousand won," she replied. "Huh, really, I'm such a spendthrift," he said, eyes wide. The beautiful inspector smiled: "After all, it's not my family's money that's being wasted. Why not waste it a bit, just like you did earlier? It's not even your own territory that's being damaged—how would you feel about being a spendthrift?" Oh, really, I've been waiting for this all along. Fine, I'm going all-in. You're having wine, and you're going to drink Just as the three had flown over one hundred kilometers, a figure suddenly appeared ahead, one foot planted on a flying sword. Qin Feng’s expression immediately darkened—he didn’t recognize the visitor, only feeling that this person could outshine even himself in looks, which was utterly unjust. Though he didn’t want to admit it, he had to concede that the visitor was strikingly handsome, surpassing even Pan’an and rivaling Song Yu in stature. Not only were his features flawless, but his skin—so luminous and fair, glowing with a healthy, rosy hue—was truly something that made girls envious. The sight of such a refined face instantly evoked a single phrase in his mind: "A face as beautiful as peach blossoms." Goodness, it was simply unheard of for a man to grow up like this. Qin Feng’s expression had dimmed, and Qingya’s complexion was no better—she even seemed to be gritting her teeth. "Yaya, you’re indeed in China. I’ve searched for you so hard," came a voice that naturally stirred goosebumps. I wiped my brow—turns out, this guy is actually a real ladies' man. Qin Shao turned to the beautiful监察使, her face constantly shifting between expressions of annoyance and uncertainty, and asked, "Head, do you know this ladies' man?" "You just met him! Your whole family knows him!" Qingya said with a huff. "I've been hiding in the Office of Supervision for months, and yet, even here in Huaxia, I still can't escape him. What a stroke of bad luck!" Qin Shao huffed, "Hey, you're not about to blow all your steam at me, are you? Just a moment ago, you said this ladies' man came specifically to you—doesn't that mean he's your follower? Isn't that a bit far-fetched? Do you really like men like that?" "I spit!" the woman said, eyes blazing. "He's even got the makings of a man." He smiled, "Exactly. A true ladies' man doesn't count as a man. Someone like me—well, that's what a man is." "You're so dull! Just stop comparing yourself to everyone else!" "Huh?" Qin Shao felt quite defeated Taochao stepped on a flying sword adorned with exquisite embellishments—its hilt embedded with over a dozen gemstones of varying colors, and its handle wrapped in a pristine, delicate pink silk. Numerous gemstones adorned the blade itself. More than just a sword, it resembled a piece of art. Likely, aside from delicate, effeminate female cultivators, most ordinary ones would find it unappealing. "Tao—Tao!" Taochao called out, his voice so warm and endearing that all three of them felt their spines tingle. "Shut up!" Qingya snapped, her patience finally snapped. "Who gave you the right to call me 'Yaya'? I've told you a hundred times—have you never heard? Are you a pig? How can you keep forgetting?" Taochao pouted, "Yaya—Qingya, how can you call me a pig? Isn't that the most unattractive and messy creature of all? I'm your future husband, after all. You're being quite harsh on me!" Qin stumbles slightly, nearly falling off the sword. Wow—this is truly breathtaking. "Head, what exactly is going on here?" "No questions," Qingya cut him off, then added, "Don't laugh. If you dare laugh, I'll beat you." "Ha ha ha!" Qin Shao couldn't help but laugh out loud. From her reaction, it was clear that this delicate, effeminate young man was indeed her fiancé—what a delight. The beautiful Inspector immediately grew furious: "Qin Feng, you still laughing? I'm telling you, this was all decided by my family elders. I've never agreed to it!" Qin Shao struggled to suppress his urge to laugh and said, "So you went to the Inspection Office and now serve as the Inspector of the Chinese nation, is that right?" "Yes," she nodded. Ah, so that's it. He turned to his effeminate colleague: "Fiancé, she didn't want to marry you, so she left home. Yet you persistently come back to see her—what on earth are you thinking? If I were you, I'd either crash headfirst into something or quietly flee, to avoid any further embarrassment." "I said all that because he had already designated Reiko as his wife. Once that's settled, no one else can lay claim to her—not even a delicate, effeminate type, whether gay or not." "Who do you mean, effeminate? You're the one who's effeminate!" Tao rushed over, pointing at him and shouting, "What's your excuse? What business of yours is this? This is entirely between me and Yaya. Where do you think you fit in?" "He doesn't even acknowledge his own effeminacy—well, that's understandable. But the way he shouts at people, it's like a housewife giving a tantrum. Fellow, I mean, a woman—when we're talking, can't we just keep our hands on our laps instead of waving them around like fans?" Qin said, deeply moved. By the side, Lin, the beautiful woman, was trying hard to suppress her laughter. These days, many people were effeminate, but someone so utterly out of place—this was truly a first. Tao turned to Reiko and asked, "So, who exactly is this uncouth young man, and what's his connection to you?" "Not a bit connected to me..." As she said this, there was a clear pause, and light sparkled in her eyes. Qin's heart suddenly gave a sharp jolt—this feeling always arose whenever danger loomed, and it was remarkably consistent. He quickly glanced at Qingya, thinking she might be about to pull some unexpected stunt—was she going to make him the scapegoat? He mentally warned her: don't do it, or else the consequences would be serious.