Is it hard to chase the school beauty?It doesn't matter, she still has roommates

She was wearing a professional suit with a beige trench coat over it today. She looked capable and had a slightly tired expression, but her natural beauty was still undeniable.

She was also carrying a laptop bag, clearly having just finished work.

"Qin...Qin Luo? You...you're home?"

A hint of panic and embarrassment flashed across Chen Yihan's face, and she even stammered a little.

Qin Luo was also somewhat surprised.

"Yihan? What brings you here?"

He remembered that Chen Yihan now heads "Hualong Capital," mainly managing US stocks, and is usually busiest at night, rarely having any free time.

Moreover, she hasn't come to his place on her own initiative for a long time since that "awkward" incident.

That time Qin Luo invited her to stay overnight, the result... was rather intense, causing Chen Yihan's legs to feel weak the next day, making it almost impossible for her to get out of bed and even walking awkwardly. Since then, Chen Yihan has developed a psychological aversion to staying overnight here, avoiding it whenever possible, and if she absolutely has to, she tries to choose a time when Qin Luo is not home.

Chen Yihan's eyes flickered, and she stammered as she explained.

"I...I thought you weren't home tonight...Um...the pool at my apartment is under maintenance, and I was thinking...I was thinking of borrowing your pool for a swim to relax...I'll be going now!"

After saying that, she turned around and tried to slip away, as if Qin Luo's place was some kind of dragon's den or tiger's lair.

However, as soon as she turned around, her wrist was grabbed by a warm and strong hand.

Qin Luo pulled her back with a little force.

Chen Yihan exclaimed in surprise, lost her balance, and fell into a firm embrace.

Qin Luo then used a standard princess carry to lift her up horizontally.

"Ah! What are you doing! Put me down!"

Chen Yihan was both ashamed and anxious, waving her arms and struggling, but her strength seemed insignificant in front of Qin Luo.

Qin Luo looked down at Chen Yihan, whose pretty face was flushed and whose eyes were panicked like a frightened deer, and a gentle smile appeared on his face, his tone carrying a hint of reassurance.

"Since we're already here, why not go for a swim before leaving? I'm not going to eat you."

Looking at his handsome face so close to hers, feeling the burning heat and strong masculine aura emanating from him, Chen Yihan's heart began to race involuntarily, and her struggles lessened considerably, but she still refused to back down.

"You...you said the same thing last time! And what happened? I almost..."

As she spoke, her voice grew softer and softer, and her cheeks turned so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

"Last time is last time. This time I promise, it's just swimming, and I'll behave absolutely properly."

Qin Luo made a solemn promise, then carried her toward the indoor swimming pool.

Chen Yihan looked at him with suspicion, muttering to herself.

"A man's mouth is a liar's mouth..."

But for some reason, being held by him like this and listening to his gentle comforting words, her tense nerves actually relaxed a little, and she stopped struggling completely, simply burying her burning cheeks slightly against his chest.

However, Chen Yihan's premonition was correct.

The next morning, as sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the huge French windows, Chen Yihan, supporting her aching back, struggled to sit up in bed. Looking at Qin Luo, who was still fast asleep beside her, she was so angry that she picked up a pillow and hit him hard a few times!

"Qin Luo! You bastard! You big liar! You said it was just swimming?! My back... my legs... and I have an important video conference today!"

She lowered her voice and angrily accused him, her pretty face full of shame and indignation.

Qin Luo was woken up by the blow. He opened his sleepy eyes, looked at the sulking Chen Yihan, and put on an innocent yet slightly mischievous smile.

"After swimming... you always need to do some warm-up exercises..."

"you……!"

Chen Yihan was so angry she couldn't speak, and she wished she could punch him a few more times.

……

While Qin Luo and Chen Yihan were "exercising" in their apartment, outside the largest farewell hall of Yong'an Funeral Home in the western suburbs of Mindu, the atmosphere was as heavy as if it were frozen.

Today is the day of the funeral of Mr. Mu, the founder of Anbang Group.

The farewell hall was packed with people, including almost all of Anbang Group's top management, regional heads, and veteran figures. Everyone was dressed in black and had solemn expressions.

However, beneath this solemn facade, undercurrents were surging.

Two groups, led by Mu Linshan and Qiu Qinxiang, arrived at the mourning hall early and argued fiercely over a seemingly simple detail that actually symbolized status and power—their positions within the mourning hall.

According to traditional customs, the right side of the deceased's portrait in the mourning hall is the seat of honor, usually occupied by the closest family member or the person of the highest status.

As the adopted daughter of Old Master Mu and now the head of Anbang Group's legitimate businesses, Mu Linshan naturally believes that this position is rightfully hers.

Qiu Qinxiang, on the other hand, identified herself as the mistress of Master Mu and the biological mother of Prince Hui. Although her son was seriously injured and unable to attend, she believed that she represented Master Mu's "bloodline" and should occupy the position of honor.

Both sides stuck to their own versions of events and refused to back down.

“Linshan, although you are the old man’s adopted daughter, you are ultimately an outsider. I have followed the old man for so many years, and Xiaohui is his own flesh and blood. By all accounts, I should be the one standing on the right!”

Qiu Qinxiang was dressed in a black cheongsam. Although she deliberately maintained a sorrowful expression, the sharpness and calculation in her eyes could not be concealed.

Mu Linshan's face was frosty, and her tone was icy.

"Madam Qinxiang, please be mindful of the occasion and your status! I am my godfather's only daughter in name, and also a current core manager of the group. It is most appropriate for me to represent the family and thank the guests on the right. If you are truly mourning your godfather, what difference does it make where you stand?"

"you!"

Qiu Qinxiang choked for a moment, her face turning pale.

"Mu Linshan, don't be so arrogant! Don't forget, now that the old man is gone, it's uncertain who will be in charge of this family!"

"At least for now, it's not your place to interfere in the group's affairs, big or small!"

Mu Linshan refused to back down.

Supporters behind the two men joined the fray, accusing each other, their voices growing louder and their words more heated. The once solemn and dignified mourning hall suddenly became as noisy as a marketplace.

"President Mu has made outstanding contributions to the group and deserves to stand in the position of honor!"

"Madam Qiu is the old man's closest relative! You've forgotten your roots!"

"Crown Prince Hui is the rightful heir!" "Hmph, a spoiled brat, does he even deserve it?"

The argument escalated, with both sides' anger levels soaring, and the air thick with tension. Pushing and physical altercation seemed imminent. The master of ceremonies and funeral home staff responsible for maintaining order stood by, exchanging bewildered glances, neither daring to step forward and dissuade the two "queens" of Anbang Group.

What should have been a solemn funeral was about to turn into a farce of power struggle.

Just as Mu Linshan and Qiu Qinxiang's factions were arguing over their positions inside the mourning hall, and the tension was rising, almost escalating from a verbal dispute to a physical confrontation, the doorman at the entrance, as if something had grabbed his neck or he had used all his strength, suddenly shouted, his sharp voice piercing the noise inside the mourning hall.

"The Crown Prince has arrived!"

These four words seemed to possess some kind of magical power, instantly plunging the once noisy funeral hall, which resembled a bustling market, into a deathly silence!
Everyone froze, and the arguing stopped abruptly.

Whether it was Mu Linshan with her frosty expression, Qiu Qinxiang with her venomous eyes, or the supporters behind them who were eager to make a move, they all turned their heads and focused their gaze on the entrance to the mourning hall.

The entrance was dimly lit, and two figures walked in slowly, one after the other.

Qin Luo was walking in front.

He changed into a well-tailored black suit, which made him look even more upright. His usual slightly casual demeanor was replaced by a calm and solemn air.

His face was expressionless, his eyes calm as still water, as if he were attending an ordinary funeral.

And following half a step behind him was Blade, as swift as a shadow.

He was still dressed in black, his long hair covering his face, revealing only a pair of cold, sharp eyes.

His very existence represents a silent deterrent and stance.

As Qin Luo entered, the crowded people in the mourning hall seemed to be separated by an invisible force, subconsciously and consciously moving aside to make way for him, clearing a passage straight to the interior of the mourning hall.

No one spoke; all eyes were fixed on the young "crown prince," their gazes a complex mix of curiosity, scrutiny, awe, and barely perceptible hostility.

Qin Luo seemed oblivious to the various gazes around him. With steady steps, he walked straight to the front of the mourning hall through the passage cleared by the crowd.

The hall was packed with people; almost all of Anbang Group's top executives had gathered there, making the space extremely crowded.

But Qin Luo seemed completely unconcerned about the crowded environment. His gaze swept past the crowd and landed on the portrait of Old Master Mu hanging directly in front of him.

A staff member immediately and cleverly handed over three lit incense sticks.

Qin Luo accepted the portrait and, in full view of everyone, bowed three times calmly to the portrait of Old Master Mu.

The movements were standard, but they didn't reveal much sadness; they were more like a procedural gesture of etiquette.

After doing all this, he inserted the incense into the incense burner, and then... without hesitation, he turned around and walked back the way he came. From beginning to end, he did not look at Mu Linshan and Qiu Qinxiang beside him, nor did he say a word to anyone in the mourning hall.

His trip was not for mourning, nor was it to intervene in the internal disputes of Anbang Group.

Simply because he "inherited" 70% of Old Master Mu's shares, he should, both morally and logically, come and pay homage to this nominal "giver." After the homage, his task would be complete.

As for the heated argument and near-mutualistic tension between Mu Linshan's and Qiu Qinxiang's factions in the hall over a single position, he found it utterly boring and had nothing to do with him.

He couldn't even be bothered to distinguish who was right and who was wrong; he just wanted to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.

Qin Luo's swift and unpredictable manner, as if he were nothing to anyone, made the atmosphere in the mourning hall even more eerie and quiet.

Mu Linshan and Qiu Qinxiang watched his departing figure, their faces turning somewhat ugly. However, due to Daofeng's presence and Qin Luo's special status, they both restrained themselves from reacting. Their scheming and apprehension only deepened.

Qin Luo had not gone far from the mourning hall when a slender woman in a black business suit quickly approached him, bowed respectfully, and whispered something.

"Mr. Qin, please wait."

Mrs. Qiu wishes to see you. Would that be convenient for you?

Qiu Qinxiang?
Qin Luo paused slightly, recalling Mu Linshan's sudden "marriage proposal" last night, and then thinking of Qiu Qinxiang's resentful and unwilling eyes in the mourning hall just now, he became somewhat interested.

He wanted to see what kind of "conditions" or "threats" this Crown Prince Hui's biological mother, another powerful figure in the Anbang Group, would make to him.

"Lead the way."

Qin Luo said calmly.

"Please come with me."

The woman in black made an inviting gesture and then led the way.

Qin Luo winked at Dao Feng behind him, signaling him not to get too close.

Daofeng understood and silently took a few steps back, but his eyes still warily scanned the surroundings.

The woman in black led Qin Luo through the slightly winding paths inside the funeral home to a secluded spot about three or four hundred meters away from the main mourning hall.

There is a small pavilion built in the style of ancient times, surrounded by green trees, which is quite quiet.

At this moment, seven or eight bodyguards dressed in black suits and wearing sunglasses stood around the pavilion. Each of them was burly and had a calm demeanor, subtly protecting the small pavilion in the center.

There was only Qiu Qinxiang in the pavilion.

She had taken off her black coat and was only wearing a fitted black turtleneck sweater and a matching black knee-length skirt, which accentuated her well-maintained mature figure.

She was sitting on a stone bench, with an exquisite set of purple clay teaware in front of her, and the aroma of tea wafting from the teapot.

Upon seeing Qin Luo arrive, Qiu Qinxiang raised her head, revealing a smile on her face that was completely different from the resentment she had shown in the mourning hall earlier—a smile that carried a hint of reserve and politeness.

"Mr. Qin, please take a seat."

She pointed to the stone bench opposite her.

Qin Luo didn't stand on ceremony and sat down without hesitation.

Qiu Qinxiang personally held the teapot and gracefully poured tea into the empty cup in front of Qin Luo. The tea soup was deep red and had a rich aroma.

"This is old tree Pu'er tea that I brought back from Yunnan. Try it, the taste is quite smooth."

Qiu Qinxiang said with a smile, as if the two were old friends.

Qin Luo picked up the teacup and took a small sip. The tea was indeed as she had described—smooth, slightly bitter at first, but quickly dissipated, leaving a sweet aftertaste on the back of her tongue. It was good tea.

However, before she could finish her cup of tea, the smile on Qiu Qinxiang's face vanished like the tide, replaced by an undisguised sharpness and questioning!
She slammed the teacup on the stone table with a loud "thud," her eyes instantly turning sharp as knives, and her voice rising abruptly, carrying an air of accusation.

"Qin Luo! Don't you owe me an explanation for what happened to my son, Zhao Hui?!"

He was beaten so badly, he almost lost his manhood! And you, the 'crown prince,' are you just going to let this go?! Or is it that Zhou Lin, who beat him up, was actually ordered by you?! (End of Chapter)