37: Chapter 37 Your legs! Why don't you do a split?

Qin Feng ignored the vibration of his phone, pressed silent, and shoved it back into his pocket.

He bent down, and amidst the collective gasp of the surrounding crowd, he scooped up the physically exhausted and weeping Su Qingyue into his arms.

"Ah!" Su Qingyue gasped, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her tear-stained face deep into his chest.

Su Qingyue gasped instinctively, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face even deeper.

She had no desire to face the complicated gazes in the gym at this moment.

Qin Feng ignored everyone's stares, and holding the soft, warm body in his arms, he kicked open the door to the manager's office at the end of the hall.

"Bang!"

He gently placed Su Qingyue onto the large black leather sofa.

The woman was still wearing a professional yoga outfit today. The top was a pale purple tight-fitting long-sleeve shirt made of extremely thin fabric, outlining her perfect shoulder and neck lines and that breathtaking upper silhouette.

Because of her emotional outburst and crying earlier, the thin fabric was soaked with sweat and tears, clinging tightly to her skin and making those full curves even more distinct.

The bottom was a pair of pure white high-waisted seamless yoga pants.

White is a color that demands a harsh standard for one's figure, but on her, it became a battle suit to show off her assets.

Those long, beautiful legs, forged through countless workouts, were wrapped tight without a single ounce of excess fat, and the curves of her hips, constrained by the tight fabric, presented a powerful and perfect peach shape.

When she was placed on the sofa, that round and perky curve was enough to make any man who prided himself on strong self-control catch his breath.

Qin Feng poured a glass of warm water and handed it to her. He didn't speak, just sat quietly beside her.

Su Qingyue held the cup with both hands, taking small sips, her body still trembling slightly from her emotional breakdown earlier.

After a long while, she finally looked up. Her phoenix eyes, red and swollen from crying, gazed at Qin Feng as she said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you..."

"Again?" Qin Feng raised an eyebrow. "Shop Manager Su, your gratitude is too cheap. You think you can dismiss me with just a 'thank you' after I helped you solve your trouble?"

Su Qingyue froze, biting her lip, not knowing what to say.

"I'll treat you to another good meal," Su Qingyue stammered.

"Not original," Qin Feng said, leaning closer and lowering his voice with a mischievous grin. "How about this? Your waist is better now, right? I think your flexibility should have recovered well. Since there's no one in the office now, how about you perform the splits for me? A front split is fine too."

"You... pervert!"

Su Qingyue was both embarrassed and angry. The blush that had finally faded from her face rushed back up. She reached out to push him away, but Qin Feng grabbed her wrist.

"Pervert? I spent five hundred thousand, so what's wrong with watching a paid performance?"

Qin Feng spouted nonsense with a straight face. "Besides, you cried so hard your clothes are all wet. How uncomfortable. I'm just helping you distract yourself. Move around a bit, and they'll dry faster."

"Pfft—"

Su Qingyue couldn't hold it back and was directly amused by his twisted logic.

This laugh was like a crack appearing on a frozen lake; all her grievances and sadness found an outlet. Her tears flowed even more fiercely, but this time, they carried a sense of relief.

Qin Feng watched her trembling with laughter, which made him feel restless, but the soundproofing in this office was truly terrible. He had no desire to be overheard by others.

When Su Qingyue hired someone to tear it down and renovate, he would have to remind her to use the best soundproofing cotton inside the walls.

Next time, he could do the things he loved in the office.

Once Su Qingyue's emotions had completely calmed down, Qin Feng took out his phone again and called Zhou Zhen back.

The call was answered almost instantly.

"Young Master Qin! Something's happened!" Zhou Zhen's urgent voice came through the receiver, sounding as if his eyebrows were on fire.

"Speak," Qin Feng said, leaning back on the sofa and toying with a strand of Su Qingyue's hair with one hand.

"That small building next to the Third Middle School that you had your eye on—someone else has muscled in!" Zhou Zhen's tone was extremely grave. "I already had people coordinate with the court, and the procedures were supposed to be finished today. But the court told me that this morning, a group from the provincial capital arrived, went straight to the person in charge, and specifically demanded that building!"

Su Qingyue also heard the content of the call and looked at Qin Feng with worry.

Qin Feng gave her a reassuring look and asked the phone calmly, "What's the other party's background?"

Zhou Zhen lowered his voice on the other end. "It's a young master from the provincial capital's 'Tiansheng Group' named Wang Chao. This kid is notoriously arrogant in the provincial capital. His family is in real estate and finance, with assets in the billions. He's come to Sea City this time, it's said, to use our place as a springboard to expand the group's cultural tourism business. That building is in such a prime location, right next to the school district and the future commercial planning zone. He took a fancy to it at first glance and wants to convert it into his private clubhouse and office in Sea City."

"Tiansheng Group?" Qin Feng smiled. "Never heard of it."

These three light words made Zhou Zhen's heart jump on the other end of the line.

That was a giant enterprise from the provincial capital; in a prefecture-level city like Sea City, it was a force capable of dimensionality reduction strikes.

"If he wants it, I refuse to give it to him." Qin Feng's tone remained lazy, yet it exuded an indisputable dominance.

He instructed the phone, "Brother Zhou, don't bicker with them online; it's pointless. Just set a time and place, and I'll talk to him face-to-face."

"Talk face-to-face?" Zhou Zhen hesitated. "Young Master Qin, this Wang Chao isn't some straw bag like Zhao Tai. He keeps a legitimate security team under his command, and he plays even less by the rules. Do you think I should first..."

"No need," Qin Feng interrupted him. "I'd like to see just how much face someone from the provincial capital has."

Qin Feng's tone made Zhou Zhen confirm his judgment once again.

This Young Master Qin was definitely an immortal from a top-tier wealthy family out gaining experience!

"I understand, Young Master Qin! I'll go arrange it right away!"

Hanging up the phone, Qin Feng looked down at Su Qingyue on the sofa, who had composed herself but still had a trace of vulnerability in her eyes.

He calculated in his mind.

Since he had to compete with someone for something, he needed to have enough ammunition ready.

He stood up and reached out to Su Qingyue.

"Shop Manager Su, don't sit here wallowing in sentimentality."

Su Qingyue looked at his outstretched hand, stunned for a moment, but still placed her hand into his.

Qin Feng pulled, hoisting her up from the sofa.

"Change your clothes and come out with me."

"Go... where?" Su Qingyue asked instinctively.

"You said your home is gone, so I'll just have to reluctantly give you a home."

Qin Feng curled his lips into an arc. "By the way, I'm taking you to buy some things."

Qin Feng's phone screen lit up; it was a new message.

He glanced down. Sender: Zhou Zhen.

[Young Master Qin, it's set. Eight o'clock tonight, "Jingxin Teahouse".]