Chapter 60: Confirming the Relationship

The Mozu Xiao Family, a venomous tumor that had festered along the eastern seaboard for a century, collapsed with astonishing speed under the highest-level iron-fisted crackdown. Assets were frozen, personnel detained, investigations rapidly deepened, unearthing more old cases; the former glory and power melted away like snow under sunlight. This news triggered an unprecedented earthquake within the elite circles; everyone clearly felt the terrifying power and absolute will embodied by the name "Qin Feng." No one dared view him as an ordinary tycoon or lucky man anymore—a silent reverence began to spread.

Upon learning of the Xiao Family's downfall, Ye Lingyun locked himself in his study for an entire day. He did not rage or shout—only a bone-deep chill. He realized he had grossly underestimated Qin Feng's decisiveness and the potentially cosmic means behind him. This was no longer simple business competition or personal grudge; Qin Feng had revealed a ruthless doctrine: those who obey prosper, those who defy perish. Though the Ye Family was powerful, faced with this irrational, direct, dimension-shattering strike, they could not help but weigh their options.

On the "Abyss" side, after losing a elite assassination squad and having one member captured, they also fell temporarily silent, as if reassessing the danger level of their prey.

The turmoil outside had little effect on the rhythm within Qin Feng Manor. Lin Xuan was using every means to interrogate the captured "Abyss" assassin; though the man had undergone rigorous anti-interrogation training, his defenses were gradually crumbling under Lin Xuan's endless, technology-integrated, and specialized interrogation methods. Gu Qingcheng was immersed in the excitement of the "Guan Zhou"'s initial successful connection, analyzing feedback data day and night, trying to find a way to activate the ancient vehicle.

As for Qin Feng, after handling these necessary "miscellaneous tasks," he finally had a rare moment of leisure. Since the concert incident, Xia Yunge's gratitude and dependence on Qin Feng had grown daily; she almost every day found reasons to send messages—sharing music clips, offering concerned greetings—her careful, hopeful feelings barely concealed.

That evening, the sunset painted the sky a brilliant orange-red. Xia Yunge mustered her courage and returned to the manor, ostensibly to thank Qin Feng for his previous life-saving aid (referring to the Divine Restoration Ointment), bringing with her a new song demo she had composed, inspired by the rhythm of the ancient musical score.

Su Wenqian led her to the glass greenhouse on the manor's top floor. Inside, spring reigned year-round, exotic flowers and rare herbs vied in splendor, beautiful beyond mortal realms under the sunset's glow. Qin Feng sat in a wicker chair at the greenhouse's center, gazing at the distant sinking sun; golden light outlined him in a hazy halo, making him seem like a deity.

Xia Yunge's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily. She walked softly over and placed the USB drive containing the music demo on the nearby table.

"Mr. Qin, this is my small token of appreciation… I hope you'll listen." Her voice was soft, trembling slightly.

Qin Feng turned his head, his gaze landing on her cheeks, faintly flushed with nervousness. He did not look at the USB drive, but asked directly: "Your leg is fully healed?"

"Huh? Yes! Completely healed—not a trace left! Thank you for your medicine!" Xia Yunge nodded quickly, warmth blooming in her chest—was he concerned for her?

Qin Feng nodded, returning his gaze to the distance, as if lost in thought. The greenhouse fell silent, save for the faint rustle of wind brushing petals.

Xia Yunge stood beside him, studying his perfect profile, feeling the presence so near yet seemingly distant, her heart filled with indescribable emotion—admiration, gratitude, dependence, and a growing, uncontrollable infatuation threatening to drown her.

She knew the gap between them was like heaven and earth; she knew she might not be worthy of him—but that heartache had already wrapped around her heart like vines, tight and unyielding.

"Mr. Qin…" she spoke, as if in a dream, her voice barely audible.

Qin Feng turned to look at her again, his expression calm, inquiring.

Xia Yunge summoned the greatest courage of her life, raised her head, and met his deep, star-sea eyes. Her cheeks burned crimson, yet she spoke clearly, word by word:

"I… I like you."

After speaking, she felt as if she'd expended all her strength, immediately lowering her head, not daring to look at Qin Feng again, her heart pounding so violently it seemed ready to burst from her chest, awaiting judgment.

Would he reject her mercilessly? Or look down on her?

Time seemed to freeze.

Seconds later, she heard Qin Feng's calm, unshaken voice above her:

"I know."

Xia Yunge snapped her head up, eyes wide with shock and a hint of disappointment. He knew? And then?

As her heart sank further, Qin Feng slowly stood, stepping before her. His tall frame loomed over her, bringing an invisible pressure, yet also an odd sense of security.

He reached out, his long fingers gently tilting her chin upward, forcing her to meet his gaze. His eyes remained deep, but now held an indescribable nuance—not entirely indifferent.

"Be my woman." He spoke—not a question, not a request, but a declaration. His tone was flat, yet carried undeniable possession and finality.

Xia Yunge's mind went utterly blank. A tidal wave of overwhelming joy drowned her, leaving her breathless. She stared wide-eyed at his close, handsome face, tears welling up without warning.

She nodded fiercely, voice choked but resolute:

"Yes!"

No flowers, no romantic confession, not even a formal question. Only her courageous confession, and his blunt, commanding decree.

The relationship was thus established—in this glass greenhouse beneath the sunset—in a way utterly contrary to convention.

To Qin Feng, this might merely be an acceptance of pure emotion, a pleasant companion and diversion along his long journey. He admired her purity and musical talent; her presence added a touch of brightness to a path filled with calculation and slaughter.

To Xia Yunge, this was the moment her dream became reality—the anchor and destination of all her emotions.

She flung herself into Qin Feng's arms, clinging tightly, burying her face against his chest, feeling his strong, steady heartbeat, tears soaking his shirt.

From this moment on, she was his.

No matter what lay ahead—star-sea or abyss—she would follow without hesitation, to the end.