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Tang Feng had used the scanning system to check out Qin Yanan’s information as soon as possible.

She didn’t disappoint him.

The system gave her a beauty score of 92 points, one point lower than Song Lele.

He really couldn’t tell where that one point had gone missing.

Both women were beauties who turned heads 200% on the street; they simply catered to different styles, making it hard to determine who was superior.

Even though she lost out by one point in facial beauty, she scored 97 in body shape, two points higher than Song Lele.

He glanced subconsciously at her prominent peaks and roughly figured out where those two points were won.

Actually, Song Lele’s assets in this area were already quite impressive.

It’s just that Qin Yanan’s were somewhat excessively so.

“Has no one ever told you that staring at certain parts of a woman is very rude?”

Qin Yanan crossed her arms over her chest, blocking someone’s line of sight.

“Ahem… Sister, did you need something from me?”

Tang Feng coughed twice to cover his embarrassment and slowly lifted his gaze to her 92-point face.

“Have you forgotten about something?”

Qin Yanan tossed her hair that had been covering her chest to the back.

Just that simple movement was too much for Tang Feng to handle.

After calming his surging emotions, he suddenly remembered, “Ah, you mean the aged vinegar? I bought it, and was planning to bring it over to you later.”

As he spoke, he turned and headed into the room.

Qin Yanan followed him in, fanning under her nose with a disgusted look, “Tang, you should air out your quilt, clothes, and all that; they’re about to mildew.”

Though she voiced her distaste, she still sat down on the sofa.

Her spaghetti-strap nightgown barely covered her thighs.

Now, as she sat down, the hem immediately lifted a bit.

The sight of her two wonderfully rounded, white legs crossed together was doubly striking.

She wore a pair of transparent flip-flops, and each of her ten toes was painted with red nail polish, sparkling with a glossy effect.

Just as Tang Feng retrieved the vinegar bottle, he turned and saw this scene.

His grip loosened, and the vinegar bottle almost fell to the floor.

Luckily, he was quick enough to catch it, but it was still a bit awkward.

A tiny smile tugged at the corners of Qin Yanan’s mouth, revealing two shallow dimples, but they vanished quickly.

“Cough, you dressed up so sharply today, where’d you go? You didn’t have a date with a girlfriend, did you?” Her gaze roamed over Tang Feng, noting how neat he looked compared to his usual unkempt state.

Truth be told, the kid was quite good-looking, and dressed up like this, he was definitely a handsome young man.

“Hey, where would I find a girlfriend? Who would fancy someone like me?” Tang Feng placed the vinegar bottle on the coffee table and took a seat on the sofa, a scent of shower gel wafting through the air.

Qin Yanan pulled up a slipped strap and laughed, “Tang, don’t sell yourself short, you’re actually quite a catch. Handsome and charming, you’re the type that young girls like.”

Tang Feng joined in the jest, “Well then, Sister, why don’t you hook me up with someone?”

Qin Yanan tossed her hair and sent him a flirtatious glance, “What do you think about Sister here?”

Tang Feng swallowed hard, glancing at her bare thighs, “Sister, stop joking around.”

Qin Yanan’s alluring eyes fixed on him, “What, you think Sister is too old for you?”

Tang Feng immediately objected, “Sister, that’s like insulting me. Whoever says you’re old is either blind or a fool.”

Qin Yanan laughed heartily at his retort, pressing further, “Then why is that?”

Tang Feng sighed gravely, “Because you’re too beautiful. My mom told me not to go for someone too pretty, unless…”

“Unless what?” Qin Yanan’s curiosity was piqued.

“Unless the man is tall enough, strong enough!”

Tang Feng answered seriously, nodding emphatically to punctuate his point.

Qin Yanan’s mouth dropped open in shock, and after a moment of stunned silence, she suddenly grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, “Tang Feng, dare to talk dirty with your Sister, huh?”

Tang Feng caught the pillow she threw and hurriedly explained, “A misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding. I meant someone financially robust, with a strong fate. Otherwise, it’s easy to get into trouble.”

“You meant… financially robust?” Qin Yanan realized she might have misunderstood.

“Yeah, what else?” Tang Feng replied as if he were an innocent youth, his eyes clear as he looked at her.

“I… I think your mom’s right, cough cough…” Qin Yanan felt the room getting warmer and fanned herself with her hand.

Right then, her phone suddenly rang, relieving the awkwardness a bit.

She glanced at it and picked up the call.

“Hello, Mr. Xu, have you arrived? Then please bring it up… yes, I’m waiting for you on the second floor…”

After hanging up, she suddenly stood up and called out to Tang Feng, “Tang, come out and help your Sister with something.”

Tang Feng quickly got up and followed her out.

As they arrived at the staircase, they saw a man in his forties, carrying a meticulously wrapped box up the stairs.

“Mrs. Qin, here’s the item you requested. Let me open it for you to check,” he said.

The man clearly lacked exercise; just climbing up to the second floor seemed to make him pant.

The “Mrs. Qin” he referred to was naturally Qin Yanan.

She owned an antiques shop on Wanchun Street.

Tang Feng had never been there, but he often heard her lamenting about how poor the business was and her considering closing the shop down.

Presumably, this man was delivering antiques to her.

Curious about the contents of the box, Tang immediately activated his scanning system.

That’s when he heard Qin Yanan laugh and say to the man, “No need to check, I’ve worked with Jifeng Hall not just once or twice; I have that much trust.”

The man gave a chuckle, handed over the item, and turned to leave.

Just then, Tang Feng’s gaze shifted away from the box.

“Sister, let’s still open it and take a look.”