I feel right at home in the world of the courtyard house.

"Minister, please."

Li Jing'an led the minister, who had just finished a meeting, into his office.

"Hey, there's nowhere you can't say what you want to say, why do you have to come to your office?" The minister said with a smile as he walked in with Li Jing'an.

"Hey, I was just saying I wanted to introduce you to a sparring partner. There are too many people around outside, it's not good to talk to them. Please have a seat."

Li Jing'an quickly invited the minister to sit on the sofa, offered him a cigarette, and then turned to call out towards the lounge:

"Qin Huairu, come out quickly, the minister is here."

After saying that, he turned to the minister and chuckled, saying:

"This is Comrade Qin Huairu, the foreman of our guest room department. She's also my neighbor, and I know her character very well, which is why I'm introducing her to you as your sparring partner. She's quick and efficient, and knows how to take care of people, so you can rest assured."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the lounge clicked open from the inside, but no one came out immediately.

Li Jing'an walked over, stood outside the lounge door, reached out and grabbed the person inside, pulling them out as he did so:

"What are you doing? Be more open and natural. Our minister isn't like other leaders; he's very kind and approachable, without any airs."

As she spoke, she pulled Qin Huairu, who was dressed in a white tracksuit, out from inside—her tight white shorts had accidentally created some wrinkles.

He was wearing a white, V-neck, tight-fitting sports top that made the clothes look bulging. The minister, who had been peeking out from the sofa outside, was staring intently.

"Minister, this is Comrade Qin Huairu, or Squad Leader Qin, whom I told you about. He'll be keeping you company for training and playing ball these next couple of days. Are you satisfied?"

As Li Jing'an spoke, he patted Qin Huairu's arm, "What are you standing there for? Aren't you going to greet them?"

Qin Huairu kept her head down, not daring to lift it, and softly called out:

"minister."

The minister remained motionless, head outstretched and mouth agape. Li Jing'an called out "Minister" twice more before he snapped out of his daze, swallowed hard, and quickly said:

"Oh, okay, so you're Comrade Qin, right? Haha, don't be nervous, and don't think of me as a minister. Let's just be friends, shall we? Actually, I'm not that old, I just look a bit older because I'm so busy with work, hehe."

As he spoke, the minister subconsciously smoothed his hair and straightened his clothes, his usual dignified demeanor instantly mixed with an unnatural obsequiousness.

Seeing this, Li Jing'an put on a standard ingratiating smile and replied, "That's right, Minister. You're in your prime, your body is at its peak. You look much better than me. You were just reminding me to take care of my health the other day."

The minister chuckled when he heard Li Jing'an's words, but his eyes never left Qin Huairu.

Li Jing'an pressed his advantage, asking, "How is it, Minister? Are you satisfied? Are you satisfied with Comrade Qin? If you have any other requests, please feel free to speak up. If it's not satisfactory, I can find you another candidate. If you have any concerns, you can tell me."

"Jing'an, what are you saying? What demands? We're just here to exercise, play ball, and be friends, right? Don't make it a superior-subordinate relationship, don't be so vulgar. Isn't that right, Comrade Qin?"

After the minister finished speaking seriously to Li Jing'an, he immediately turned to Qin Huairu, his face instantly changing to an extremely gentle smile, and even his tone softened.

Li Jing'an awkwardly pursed his lips, cursing inwardly: Damn, what's with this old bastard, trying to act all high and mighty with me? Humph!

Immediately, he grabbed a racket from his desk, shoved it into Qin Huairu's hand, and ordered, "Come on, Huairu, swing the racket and show the minister your skills. Hmm, quick!"

Qin Huairu took the racket, still keeping her head down and not moving an inch. Seeing this, Li Jing'an secretly pinched her arm hard.

Qin Huairu's body trembled slightly before he swung his racket, jumping lightly as he made a hitting motion.

"Oh--"

It wasn't Qin Huairu who shouted these words, but the minister who saw her actions and was so worried that something might break free that he involuntarily let out a soft sigh and exhaled sharply.

Li Jing'an also held his breath, craning his neck forward, his face flushed red, his eyes almost bulging out. Seeing the minister's expression, he immediately gave Qin Huairu a wink and whispered a signal:

"Come on, Huairu, keep going..."

"Heh...heh, hehehe"

As Qin Huairu continued his actions, the minister's breathing became increasingly rapid. Li Jing'an, seeing the veins bulging on his neck, smiled even more broadly.

"That's it! They've never seen or heard of anything like this before. They're so spineless." Li Jing'an thought with disdain.

He then instructed Qin Huairu to speed up her movements.

Accompanied by a series of continuous "hehehe" sounds, the sound suddenly stopped, and there was no further sound.

Li Jing'an was taken aback and turned around in confusion.

The minister remained in the same position, his head tilted back on the sofa, his mouth wide open, his eyes fixed on the spot, his expression frozen in that instant, completely motionless.

His heart tightened, and he quickly went over and tentatively called out in a low voice:

"Hey, Minister? Minister, what's wrong? Minister?"

Li Jing'an reached out and gently patted the minister's face, calling out twice without response. He immediately turned to Qin Huairu and said urgently:

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and make the call!"

(This part of the story ends here, and it's completely over. Now we'll officially enter the original timeline of "Full House of Love." I need to think carefully about how the story should develop from here.)