Chapter 131

The "Be My Sister for a Day" public campaign, like a timely spring rain, not only quelled the online chaos of "family recognition" scandals but successfully redirected public attention toward charity, earning the Qin Feng Life Science Foundation immense reputation and tangible financial support. Aileen Foster's treatment at the research institute also began showing preliminary positive signs; though the road ahead remains long, the spark of hope had been lit.

Everything seemed to have returned to normal.

Yet there are always some people who cannot bear solitude, or rather, cannot resist the immense temptation of boundless wealth and dazzling power.

This time, the storm did not arise from the internet, but from a high-profile business banquet held in the Imperial Capital. Qin Feng briefly returned to the country due to cooperation matters with Longteng Group and attended this banquet.

At the banquet, celebrities gathered in abundance, glasses clinking. Qin Feng was undoubtedly the brightest focal point; wherever he went, crowds rushed to approach and flatter him. He responded with calm composure and impeccable manners, yet an invisible aura of detachment kept most people at bay.

Just as the banquet reached its midpoint, a figure skillfully avoided the throng surrounding Qin Feng, holding a glass of champagne, gliding gracefully toward him.

"Mr. Qin, I've long admired your name," came a soft, melodious voice, laced with just the right hint of allure.

Qin Feng looked up. Before him stood a very beautiful woman, seemingly twenty-three or twenty-four, dressed in a form-fitting navy-blue backless gown that accentuated her slender, curvaceous figure. Her makeup was exquisite, her features radiant, especially her eyes fixed on him—like autumn waters, shimmering with unhidden admiration and… ambition.

Qin Feng had an excellent memory and immediately recognized her: Liu Qianqian, a rising new star in the entertainment circle, famed for her beauty and "high emotional intelligence," rumored to have an equally formidable background.

"Miss Liu, hello," Qin Feng nodded slightly, his tone flat, maintaining standard social distance.

Liu Qianqian seemed utterly unfazed by his coldness; instead, she smiled sweetly, subtly closing the distance by half a step, a faint trace of expensive perfume drifting through the air.

"I've always admired you, Mr. Qin. Today, finally meeting you in person—you're even more handsome than on TV." Her compliment was blunt and bold, her gaze locked onto Qin Feng like a hook.

Qin Feng's brow twitched almost imperceptibly. This overly forward, clearly goal-driven approach irritated him.

"Miss Liu, you flatter me," he stepped back half a pace without expression, widening the gap.

Seeing this, Liu Qianqian's eyes flickered with barely concealed frustration, yet her smile grew even more alluring. She gently swirled her glass, her tone tinged with faint resentment and probing:

"Mr. Qin seems very busy—hard to get a word with you. I heard… you don't have a girlfriend yet?"

This was nearly an outright implication. Those around who noticed the exchange wore expressions of anticipation.

Qin Feng's gaze grew cold. He hated being probed and harassed in public.

"My private affairs require no concern from Miss Liu," he replied, his tone growing colder.

Yet Liu Qianqian appeared not to hear his refusal; she leaned even closer, nearly brushing against him, whispering in a breathy voice only he could hear:

"Mr. Qin, why be so distant? I heard… your standards are high. But…"

She paused, her eyes brimming with fierce confidence and a hint of provocation, her red lips parting to utter the words that left Qin Feng momentarily stunned:

"I think… I'm not much worse than your future sister-in-law, right? Perhaps… you might consider me?"

Even Qin Feng, hardened by countless storms and unshakable in will, was momentarily stunned by this absurdly audacious, supremely confident remark.

Not much worse than his future sister-in-law?

By what right did she compare herself? And on what grounds did she think she deserved to be "considered"?

This illogical, yet wildly vain and ambitious statement made Qin Feng feel nauseated.

He looked at the beautiful, meticulously adorned face before him—now clearly revealing its greed—and suddenly found it laughable.

Do all these women think that with enough beauty and cunning, they can easily climb onto his tree? Even… dare to compare themselves to the vague, supreme standard of "sister-in-law" in his heart?

Truly… ignorance is fearless.

The last trace of courtesy vanished from Qin Feng's face, replaced by a look of cold, superior scrutiny.

He did not anger, nor raise his voice; instead, with those deep, abyss-like eyes, he calmly regarded Liu Qianqian and spoke slowly, his words clear enough for several nearby eavesdroppers to hear:

"Miss Liu."

His tone was utterly flat, yet carried an invisible, crushing weight.

"First, whether or not I have a girlfriend concerns no one, and certainly does not require me to measure up to anyone's 'sister-in-law.'"

"Second," his gaze swept over her now-stiffened face, his voice laced with unmistakable mockery, "you seem to have a profound misunderstanding of yourself."

"In my view, whether in character, ability, or inner worth, you lack even the qualifications to be mentioned in the same breath as my sister, Qin Yu."

"As for comparing yourself to my future wife?"

Qin Feng let out a faint, derisive chuckle—soft, yet like a slap across Liu Qianqian's face.

"You are not worthy."

Without another glance at her face, now drained of color and utterly humiliated, he turned away and walked toward another business partner, as if the unpleasant interlude had never occurred.

Liu Qianqian stood frozen, feeling the surrounding glances—mocking, pitying, gleeful—her face flushing and paling in turns, a shame more crushing than any poison searing her heart. She never imagined her once-unfailing beauty and tactics would crumble so utterly before Qin Feng, let alone be met with such merciless humiliation!

She bit her lip until it bled, nails digging deep into her palms, and finally fled the scene in disgrace under the eyes of all.

This minor incident at the banquet quickly spread through the elite circles.

Everyone once again witnessed Qin Feng's dominance—and his impossibly high standards in choosing a partner.

Even a woman of Liu Qianqian's caliber, throwing herself at him, was rejected without mercy, told outright she was "not worthy" to compare with his future wife?

Just how high were this Boss Qin's standards?

And who, exactly, was this "future wife" he spoke of? What kind of extraordinary woman could she be?

It became a mystery more intriguing than "sixteen-pack abs."

After this, those who had entertained any thoughts of approaching Qin Feng through any means now had to seriously reconsider their worth.

To stand beside this man?

Beauty and cunning alone were far from enough.

You needed a soul and stature capable of matching his vast empire and profound inner world.

Qin Feng had told everyone, in the most direct way possible:

His world was not open to just any cat or dog who dared to intrude.