31: bedchamber

A streamlined, luxurious levitating limousine, bearing the emblem of the Qin Family's direct lineage, glided silently and unobtrusively to the entrance of the manor where Chen Jun and his family were temporarily staying.

Anyone capable of riding in a vehicle of this caliber was undoubtedly a core member of the Qin Family or a highly influential figure with extremely close ties to the Qin Family.

The vehicle finally passed through an invisible energy authentication barrier and drove into an area that resembled a fairyland.

The environment here was more beautiful and tranquil than anywhere Chen Jun had seen before, and the energy concentration was also higher.

The limousine did not stop in front of the "Star-Grasping Hall," typically used for receiving guests, or the "Xuanji Pavilion," used for handling official business, but instead drove straight into the deeper reaches, finally coming to a halt in front of a building with a more elegant and private style, surrounded by lush flowers, exotic plants, and murmuring streams.

Jade Washing Studio.

This was the name of Qin Qingxuan's bedchamber.

When Chen Jun stepped out of the car, a composed-looking female official who had been waiting at the entrance immediately stepped forward to salute:

"Mr. Chen, the Young Miss is already waiting inside. Please, follow me."

Chen Jun followed the female official, walking along a corridor paved with warm jade that emitted a faint, delicate fragrance, his heart pounding with anxiety.

He had a vague suspicion that perhaps Qin Qingxuan was going to assign him another "task."

When he was led into the inner chamber and saw the scene before him, he froze instantly, his mind going completely blank!

The room was decorated in an extremely elegant and cozy manner; it didn't look like the residence of a powerful expert, but rather like a carefully arranged boudoir.

But what shocked him even more was the figure standing in the center of the room.

Qin Qingxuan!

She had actually... changed out of that eternal, silver-blue uniform that represented power and authority!

At this moment, she was wearing a... stunning, long dress made of some unknown material that shimmered with the luster of starlight.

The style of the dress was bold and seductive, perfectly outlining her exquisite, curvaceous figure and stunning proportions.

The V-neck design revealed her delicate collarbones and a glimpse of alluring snowy white skin, while a high slit on one side of the skirt tantalizingly showcased her straight, slender, and smooth jade-like legs.

Her face seemed to be lightly made up, adding a touch of charm to her already peerless beauty, and her full, moist lips glistened with an alluring sheen.

However...

This outfit of extreme seduction felt intensely incongruous when worn by her.

Because her eyes remained clear, calm, and profound, like a cold pool that had existed for ten thousand years, devoid of any trace of desire...

She seemed very unaccustomed to such attire and styling, her body posture appearing slightly unnatural.

The contrast between this extreme seduction and her extreme calmness delivered an impact to Chen Jun that was a hundred times stronger than mere nudity.

He felt his heart pounding uncontrollably, his blood rushing, and his mouth going dry.

"You've arrived."

Qin Qingxuan spoke, her voice still cold and clear, but the slightly quickened pace and a hint of almost imperceptible trembling betrayed her inner turmoil.

Chen Jun snapped back to reality, taking several deep breaths to barely suppress the palpitations in his heart.

Looking at this Planet-level Expert before him—someone with such esteemed status and immense power, yet who now appeared somewhat at a loss while wearing a seductive dress—an extremely complex emotion welled up in his heart.

In the past, he had been forced by Qin Qingxuan to "complete tasks," like a tool.

Now, it seemed, this high-and-mighty President Qin was going to enter the arena herself?

Since he couldn't resist life, why not... just enjoy it?

A mischievous thought sprouted in his mind.

He deliberately didn't offer a respectful salute as usual; instead, he rubbed his chin, looked Qin Qingxuan up and down, and revealed a slightly frivolous smile, his tone carrying an exaggerated exclamation:

"Tsk... President Qin, this outfit of yours today... it’s truly eye-catching! I almost didn't recognize you! What kind of act is this?"

Qin Qingxuan's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and she said in a calm tone:

"It's just... a change of style. You don't need to stand on ceremony. Sit."

Chen Jun felt a sense of vindication; it seemed this President Qin really did "need something from him."

He strode over to a comfortable-looking couch nearby and sat down, even deliberately adjusting into a lazier posture, his gaze continuing to roam over Qin Qingxuan without any reservation.

"President Qin, you suddenly called me here, and you're dressed so... hmm, specially,"

He deliberately drew out his tone,

"It wouldn't be... that you want me to 'help' again, would it? Which 'future of the Federation' is this for?"

His words carried obvious sarcasm.

Qin Qingxuan's body stiffened slightly, and a flicker of subtle embarrassment flashed across her peerless face.

She was silent for a few seconds before slowly speaking, her voice still trying to remain calm:

"Mr. Chen, I know that some of the arrangements in the past may have made you feel uncomfortable. But this time, it's different."

"Oh? How is it different?"

Chen Jun raised an eyebrow, looking as if he were eager to hear the details.

"This time,"

Qin Qingxuan raised her eyes and looked directly at Chen Jun, a complex light flickering in those profound eyes,

"It's me."

The playful smile on Chen Jun's face froze instantly.

He had guessed it might still be a "task," but he never expected that Qin Qingxuan would actually enter the arena herself!

He looked at this woman before him, who stood at the pinnacle of the Federation in terms of status, position, power, and beauty, yet was now wearing a seductive dress and saying such things to him...

An extremely absurd and unreal feeling washed over him.

At the same time, that sense of vengeful pleasure became even stronger.

It's your turn! President Qin!

He deliberately revealed an even more playful smile, stood up, and slowly walked toward Qin Qingxuan.

Qin Qingxuan subconsciously took a half-step back, but immediately forced herself to stand still, though her body tensed up even more, and a flash of panic crossed her eyes?

Chen Jun walked up to her, close enough to almost smell that crisp yet slightly unfamiliar fragrance on her.

He reached out his hand, not touching her, but gently pinched a strand of her hair that fell over her chest and twirled it around his fingertips, his movements extremely flirtatious.

Qin Qingxuan's body instantly tensed like a bow, her Planetary Level power almost instinctively exploding to shatter this audacious Mortal before her, but she suppressed it with all her might, her breathing merely becoming somewhat rapid, and a faint, uncontrollable blush spreading across her cheeks.

She had never been in such close contact with a member of the opposite sex, let alone being treated so flirtatiously!

Chen Jun looked at her forced composure that couldn't hide her bewilderment, and the pleasure in his heart reached its peak.

He leaned in closer, almost brushing against her ear, and whispered with a low chuckle, his voice filled with mockery and a kind of almost blasphemous audacity, audible only to the two of them:

"For the Federation? Hmm? The great President Qin... is finally going to 'make a contribution' to the Federation herself?"

His warm breath brushed against her sensitive earlobe.

Qin Qingxuan trembled violently, her earlobes instantly turning bright red, and she abruptly turned her head away, her voice carrying a hint of irrepressible shame, anger, and coldness:

"Chen Jun! You..."

"What about me?"

Chen Jun interrupted her, stepped back half a pace, and spread his hands, his face still wearing that punchable smile,

"Didn't you call me here? Didn't you say 'this time is different'? What? Could it be that President Qin is actually shy?"

He looked at Qin Qingxuan's extremely uncomfortable yet forcibly restrained appearance and deliberately sighed:

"Sigh, it seems President Qin isn't ready after all. It looks like this 'task' can't proceed? Then I'll head back? Weiwei is still waiting for me to go back for dinner."

As he said this, he made a move to turn and leave.

"Stop!"

Qin Qingxuan's voice rang out sharply, with a hint of urgency.

Chen Jun stopped, his back to her, a triumphant, wicked smile curling the corners of his lips.

As expected.

He slowly turned around and looked at Qin Qingxuan, whose expression was shifting uncertainly.

After several seconds, Qin Qingxuan seemed to have made up her mind.

She took a deep breath, and when she looked up again, her eyes had returned to being cold and firm.

She no longer looked at Chen Jun but walked over to a jade table at the side of the room, on which were placed two exquisite jade cups and a pot of spiritual wine that was clearly no ordinary item.

With her back to Chen Jun, she poured two cups of wine with slightly stiff movements, then picked up one and handed it to Chen Jun, her voice devoid of emotion:

"Drink it."

Chen Jun took the wine cup, looked at the amber liquid inside that emitted a rich energy and exotic fragrance, then looked at Qin Qingxuan's "resolute martyr" expression, and almost laughed out loud.

Is she trying to use alcohol to build up her courage?

Or is there something added to this wine?

He swirled the wine cup and asked deliberately:

"What is this? A nuptial cup?"

Qin Qingxuan's hand holding the wine cup tightened abruptly, and several tiny cracks instantly appeared on the jade cup.

She closed her eyes, took another deep breath, and squeezed out a sentence from between her teeth:

"Think whatever you want. Are you going to drink it or not?"

"Drink! Of course I'll drink it!"

Chen Jun laughed, tilted his head back, and downed the wine in one gulp.

A scorching warm current instantly surged into his limbs and bones, making him feel comfortable all over, even vaguely stirring up some restless impulses.

It was indeed "good stuff."

Qin Qingxuan watched him finish, and then she, too, drank the wine in her cup with an expressionless face.

Two rosy clouds spread across her cheeks at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her eyes seemed to blur for a moment.

She put down the wine cup, turned around, and without looking at Chen Jun again, walked straight toward the large bed covered with soft cloud brocade.

She walked to the bedside, stopped, and stood with her back to Chen Jun.

Then, in a trembling tone, she squeezed out two words with extreme difficulty:

"...Come here."

Chen Jun looked at her straight yet slightly trembling back, looked at her seductive dress that was so out of place with her temperament, felt the wine's power beginning to burn within him, and experienced the pleasure of dragging a high-and-mighty expert down from her pedestal...

He licked his slightly dry lips, a complex light flickering in his eyes, and walked over step by step.