Chapter One Hundred and Twenty: The Mysterious Visitor

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“Is this all the information on Qin Anyi?” Wang Fei asked coldly, reclining on a comfortable sofa with a tablet in hand, his finger pointing at the screen. A voluptuous foot masseuse was diligently kneading his feet, hoping to earn some extra reward through her attentive service.

Wang Fei was a regular at the Royal Garden Entertainment Club and held its prestigious Diamond VIP card, a card that granted complete exemption from all charges. As the largest entertainment and leisure club in the provincial capital, fewer than ten people in the entire province possessed such a card. Although the foot masseuse did not know exactly who Wang Fei was, she was certain he was an extraordinary figure.

According to the club’s staff, this mysterious VIP was still a student but always spent lavishly whenever he came. The Diamond VIP card only waived fees for Wang Fei himself; all consumption was still recorded, and these records served as service tips for the staff. Perhaps because he never needed to pay out of pocket, Wang Fei consistently filled in generous amounts, and combined with his remarkably handsome appearance, he was extremely popular within the Royal Garden.

Of course, not just anyone could serve Wang Fei. At the very least, one had to be one of the club’s top-tier hostesses, a princess among the elite. She had to possess both the figure and the beauty; lacking either would never catch the young master’s eye.

“Yes, Brother Fei, all this information was gathered this entire afternoon through multiple channels. It has been verified and should be accurate,” the bespectacled man said cautiously. His own feet were also being tended by a foot masseuse, but her looks and figure were nowhere near Wang Fei’s companion’s. The junior brother always made sure to highlight his elder’s status in every detail and every moment.

“An ordinary senior high school student. His parents are common workers with no power or influence? He has a disabled younger brother? If his family is truly just an average household, then there’s nothing to hold back over.”

“To me, he’s no different from a stripped virgin—simply a lamb to the slaughter. I will make him regret what happened today!”

By the time the train arrived at Changqing, it was already 5:30 in the afternoon. Qin Anyi and Wang Yiran said farewell to three teachers and then went directly to Wang Yiran’s home. After completing their routine training there, Qin Anyi took a taxi home.

The afternoon’s return journey left Qin Anyi floating on air, the lingering memory of a wet kiss bringing a profound sense of fulfillment to both body and soul. Just a simple kiss, but it filled him with such delight that he felt utterly elated. Wang Yiran teased him for being so easily satisfied, and Qin Anyi accepted the playful criticism with a foolish smile, offering no rebuttal.

When he returned home that evening, his parents and younger brother had already finished dinner. Lately, Qin Anyi had been staying late at Wang Yiran’s and eating there, so his parents no longer set aside meals for their eldest son. Though both father and mother remained somewhat worried about Qin Anyi’s relationship with Wang Yiran, they let him handle it on his own and had not mentioned their concerns again.

“Anle, don’t stay up too late; it’s bad for your eyes,” Qin Anyi said to his younger brother after chatting with their parents and recounting the knowledge competition, which brought smiles to their faces.

He returned to the shared bedroom with his brother, who was still deeply engrossed in studying while fiddling with his computer.

“I know, brother. It’s okay. I’m full of energy. If I can’t sleep at night, I’ll just learn random things. It can’t hurt,” Qin Anle said cheerfully, his face a little tired but radiating a sense of fulfillment.

Qin Anyi stared in wonder. It was the first time he had seen such an expression on his brother’s face—one of hope and direction. Could it be that the computer he bought for his brother, initially just to stave off boredom at home, had actually transformed his long-standing inferiority complex? If so, it was an unexpected blessing.

With that thought, Qin Anyi pushed the matter aside, took off his shirt, and prepared to sleep. Being at home was not suitable for basic training, so he intended to use every moment to recover from his exertions.

Just as he was about to lie down, a sudden chill ran through him, and every hair on his body stood on end. A powerful sense of danger immediately tightened his muscles.

What was happening? Instinctively, he turned toward the source of the sudden threat and noticed that outside, directly below his bedroom window, someone appeared to be standing in the apartment corridor.

That person’s gaze was fixed on his bedroom—on him.