It's clear that the little girl isn't someone who likes to threaten with force, otherwise given the current gap, even ten Jiang Yixins together probably wouldn't be able to take on the little girl alone.

Jiang Yixin sneered at the little girl, "You're moving to the third floor, right? I'm not afraid to tell you, the third floor isn't very peaceful at night, better be mentally prepared."

"Not very peaceful?" The little girl dismissed this, saying, "Aren't you just saying there's a ghost on the third floor? No worries, even if there is one, it'll look for someone surnamed Jiang, I'm not afraid."

After speaking, the little girl truly hugged her quilt and headed to the third floor, while Jiang Yixin returned to her room, their war temporarily declared over.

Downstairs, Xiao Feng and Qingyue were wide-eyed staring at each other, feeling their home was livelier than a battlefield, what was all this?

Returning to the room, the bedroom lighting was very soft, giving a warm feeling.

Qingyue walked to the dressing table, took out a business plan from the drawer, and handed it to Xiao Feng, "Take a look."

Xiao Feng flipped through a few pages, chuckled, "Actually, it's okay whether or not to make such a plan. Anyway, no matter how we do it, we won't lose money."

Previously, Qingyue would certainly be skeptical of such words, but after witnessing Xiao Feng managing to get a villa from Zhao Qi, she had to believe it.

"Plans are still necessary. We can't just rely on exploiting the wealthy to get rich," Qingyue said sullenly.

"Not necessarily?" Xiao Feng argued, "At least in most people's eyes, we're already a model of getting rich. You can never make enough money; the standard doesn't need to be set too high."

"..." Qingyue was speechless, when did she say she had to make a certain amount of money?

Clearly, this approach is not advisable, right?

Just then, Xiao Feng suddenly laughed, "Actually, I understand your point, we can't kill the goose that lays the golden eggs, need to understand the importance of steady progress. It's like how the landlords oppressed the tenants before, if they exploit them to death, who would still farm for them?"

Qingyue remained silent, although this wasn't quite what she meant, Xiao Feng understanding it was good enough.

She was truly afraid Xiao Feng would endlessly extort those wealthy folks, although for the likes of the Chang Family and Shen Group, they pretty much brought it upon themselves, but even a cornered dog will jump over a wall, forcing everyone onto a dead-end is like igniting a powder keg.

However, in Xiao Feng's view, a rabble is just a rabble, even coming together, they wouldn't undergo qualitative change, like people such as Liu Zeng, even inviting Wu Tian.

But so what? Nowadays, aren't they behaving themselves?

Ultimately, strength is the greatest reason, when the strong need to reason with the weak, it only shows that the strong are not strong enough.

"Finished with work?" After taking a bath, Xiao Feng, while towel-drying his hair, looked at Qingyue who was holding a book at the desk, and asked.

"Just finished these two pages," Qingyue replied.

"Oh." Xiao Feng nodded, placing the towel on the rack, "I just wanted to remind you, you're holding your book the wrong way."

Qingyue widened her eyes, quickly came back to her senses to look down at the book in her hand, only to find it was indeed not upside down.

Looking back at Xiao Feng, with a slightly amused expression, she suddenly realized that he already knew she wasn't actually reading.

Xiao Feng walked over, pulled Qingyue to the bed, then like a predator pouncing on prey, pinned her beneath him, "Ready?"

Warm breath brushed her face, Qingyue was disoriented for a moment but quickly snapped out of it, slightly flustered, "I- I need to take a bath."

Xiao Feng wasn't moved at all, "It's okay, I don't mind."

While speaking, he directly kissed her, dominant and irresistible.

"Mmm..."

After the kiss, Qingyue's clothes had been removed, leaving only her underwear.

She suddenly recalled that night in the hotel, wild and rough, completely different from the present tenderness and enchantment.

In her mind, the bits and pieces of these days slowly surfaced, this man… is someone she could entrust herself to!

With this thought, Qingyue began trying to respond, awkwardly and cautiously.

Xiao Feng was stunned for a moment, then, like dry wood ignited by raging fire, advanced with even more domineering posture.

"Are you ready?" A low inquiry, gentle in tone, like muttering in a dream.

"Mm." Qingyue responded shyly, her voice almost inaudible.

"Snap!"

The bedside lamp's soft glow dimmed.

She felt pain, yet happiness as well.

Because she understood, she would no longer be alone in the future, even if she stumbled, there would be someone to help her up, followed by a warm smile, accompanying each other.

...

The next morning, as Jiang Yixin descended the stairs, she heard the "da da da da" sound of chopping from the kitchen.

Who would be cooking this early?

The answer was not hard to guess, Mu Shihan wouldn't wake up so early, Miss Du was practically allergic to cooking, it could only be Xiao Feng.

With this thought, Jiang Yixin walked over, but immediately screamed, "Ah!"

"You gave me a fright!" Qingyue grumbled, "Shouting early in the morning, did you step on a nail?"

It took a full half-minute for Jiang Yixin to react, but she couldn't mask her surprise, "Oh my god, you're actually cooking?"

"Anyway, idle is idle, ordering takeout might be convenient, but who knows if it's clean, better not to eat it if possible." Qingyue casually explained as she put the chopped vegetables into the pan.

"I might still be dreaming." Jiang Yixin looked dazed, then pinched her own thigh.

The sharp pain confirmed it wasn't a dream, but in Jiang Yixin's view, the scene before her was more terrifying than a nightmare.

The noble Miss Du was actually cooking herself?!

"Qingyue, were you provoked by something?" Jiang Yixin asked concernedly.

"No."

"Then, you and Xiao Feng stayed together last night, didn't… do anything?"

Asking this, Jiang Yixin was almost sure by seven or eight parts that Qingyue and Xiao Feng hadn't done anything, otherwise, how could she be up early cooking?

However, soon Jiang Yixin noticed Qingyue's face turning red, like a ripe apple. This reaction made her a bit suspicious.

In fact, for Qingyue, last night's experience was akin to a disaster. Though it started beautifully, as it went on, it became more heart-pounding.

Eventually, Qingyue had to use the excuse that her body hadn't fully recovered to stop Xiao Feng's inhuman act, otherwise, forget about getting up to cook, just getting out of bed would be a challenge!

The little girl rubbed her sleepy eyes and yawned as she came down, "Smells so good, who's so diligent to get up and make breakfast so early?"

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