Entering the wrong room, he became invincible after conquering the voluptuous aunt.

Hearing Ye Feng's words and feeling the warmth of his breath on her ear, Jiang Qinghe's expression became unnatural. Her beautiful legs trembled slightly, and she asked, her face flushed and her heart pounding, "How do you want me to thank you?"

Ye Feng looked at Jiang Qinghe's shapely figure encased in her jeans and chuckled, "Your breasts must feel amazing. How about I give you a massage?"

"What?" Jiang Qinghe blushed instantly, not expecting Ye Feng to make such a bold request. Her chest heaved slightly as she said shyly, "You rascal! Ranran asked you to help me, but you're only after my butt! Are all men this lecherous?"

"Haha, it's in a man's nature to be lustful." Ye Feng said without batting an eye, "The key is who the lustful person is. For a man like me, who is handsome, dashing, and classy, ​​this is called picking up girls, flirting with girls."

"You're so glib." Jiang Qinghe's heart raced a little from the teasing, but she bit her lip and said irritably, "Not here, I'll only let you touch my hand at most."

Ye Feng, however, wore a provocative expression, his gaze fixed on the curves of Jiang Qinghe's buttocks, which were too large to be grasped with both hands. He smiled confidently and said, "Do you believe that you'll let me touch them today?"

"Why?" Jiang Qinghe asked incredulously, genuinely curious about where Ye Feng got his confidence from.

Ye Feng smiled slightly, his gaze freely admiring Jiang Qinghe's exquisite appearance, a playful smile curving his lips. "If I'm not mistaken, you have hemorrhoids, and a severe one at that. Even eating a little bit of spicy food causes you excruciating pain. You must be quite troubled by it, right?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Qinghe's eyes widened instantly, her face filled with disbelief, and she blurted out, "How did you know?"

Ye Feng smiled smugly and said lightly, "Because I have the special ability to see through the illness in your body, including knowing exactly what you are wearing today."

"You're just bragging."

Jiang Qinghe rolled her eyes and snorted, "Who are you trying to fool? No one in this world has that kind of ability."

"I have one." Ye Feng stared intently at Jiang Qinghe's lower body, then chuckled lightly, "Tsk tsk, Milk Tea Sister, you're wearing pink thongs today... right?"

Swish!

Upon hearing this, Jiang Qinghe felt as if she had been struck by lightning. A wave of tension, shock, and embarrassment washed over her instantly. She instinctively covered her backside and stammered, "You, you, how did you figure that out?"

Hearing their conversation, Lu Ranran blinked her bright eyes and eagerly leaned closer, exclaiming, "Wow, brother-in-law! You've got some amazing skills! Look at me now and guess what color I'm wearing!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng subconsciously glanced at Lu Ranran's curvaceous figure and smiled playfully: "You're wearing black lace stockings, and besides, you're not fully developed yet."

"What?" Lu Ranran's eyes widened in shock upon hearing the answer. She covered her face in disbelief, wishing she could disappear into the ground. "Brother-in-law, you're so mean! How did you know that!"

Ye Feng couldn't help but chuckle at the girl's shy and flustered appearance. Then, his gaze returned to Jiang Qinghe, and looking at her curvaceous figure, he said in a serious tone, "Your hemorrhoids are already quite severe. If you don't want to continue suffering like this, you need to deal with it as soon as possible. Otherwise, the next time it flares up, you might wish you were dead."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Qinghe's delicate body trembled again. She was well aware of her condition; the doctor had long recommended surgery, but she was naturally terrified of surgery and had been putting it off.

She had only known Ye Feng for ten minutes, so she was unwilling to let him help treat her hemorrhoids. She bit her lip and forced herself to say, "I... I know my own hemorrhoids. You don't need to worry about them. I believe I can get through this with my willpower."

"Alright, since you're so confident, I won't try to persuade you." Ye Feng released his arm around her waist, no longer forcing her. He changed the subject, "But if you can't handle it, just call me anytime. I'll treat you for free and make sure you never have this problem again."

After saying that, Ye Feng began to plan the renovations for her milk tea shop: "First, you need to change your signboard to 'Summer Delight,' which sounds refreshing. I'll call someone to remove the electric scooters at the entrance so they don't block the view. Also, the milk tea prices are too high; eight to ten yuan a cup is fine. Only affordable options will attract customers. In addition, your shop's reputation probably hasn't spread yet. Take out some freshly made milk tea for free samples, let people taste the sweetness first, and word will naturally spread."

"No, just say it, why do you keep hugging my waist?" Jiang Qinghe frowned slightly, taking out her notebook to quickly write down her thoughts while scolding him. After all, these words concerned the life and death of the milk tea shop, so she dared not be negligent. However, the warmth around her waist made her feel uncomfortable.

Jiang Qinghe and Lu Ranran quickly got to work, and in less than an hour, the new signboard "Summer Delight" was up, and the electric scooters in front of the shop were cleaned up. The two took the milk tea to the shopping street for free tasting, but after working hard for half a day, they only gave away two or three cups, not even making back their costs.

Jiang Qinghe returned to the shop dejectedly, her face drooping. "Ye Feng, it's no good. Nobody's buying anything. We've even lost tens of yuan."

Ye Feng, however, sat calmly in his chair, tapping the table lightly with his fingertips, and said indifferently, "Don't rush, let the dust settle."

Lu Ranran sidled up to Ye Feng, giggling and looking at him with eyes full of admiration: "I trust my brother-in-law! He never does anything wrong!" She loved Ye Feng's cool and collected demeanor, which was so handsome it touched her heart.

Time ticked by, and just as Jiang Qinghe was feeling disheartened, two female students walked into the shop, smiling and saying, "I heard your milk tea is super delicious, give us two of your signature drinks."

"Finally, some business!" Jiang Qinghe's eyes lit up instantly. She wiggled her perfectly round buttocks and immediately greeted the customer warmly, quickly making two cups of milk tea and handing them over.

The two students took a sip and immediately exclaimed in admiration: "Holy crap, this is amazing! It's even better than the stuff from those trendy cafes!"

Jiang Qinghe finally felt relieved. She stretched, all the gloom in her body vanished, and exclaimed, "It's so nice that someone is patronizing my little shop."

As she stretched, her figure relaxed, revealing her curvaceous body. Ye Feng had a clear view of her shapely figure, with every curve in the right place. He couldn't help but admire her in his heart: "Damn, this body is amazing. I wonder how great it would be to have some fun with it."

Jiang Qinghe had only been stretching for a moment when she was stunned by the sudden scene before her, her breathing quickened, and her mind went blank: "What's going on?"

The entrance to the milk tea shop was now packed with people, a dense, unbroken crowd stretching as far as the eye could see. Students and passersby were all huddled together, excitedly shouting, "No wonder this milk tea is so popular throughout the school! The owner is such a stunningly beautiful woman!"

"Milk Tea Sister, give me three cups of your signature drink!"

"I want ten cups, to share with my roommates!"

"I want twenty cups, enough for the whole class's afternoon tea!"

"Oh my god!" Jiang Qinghe was completely stunned. Her sexy, round buttocks tightened slightly. She turned her head sharply to look at Lu Ranran, her voice trembling, "Ranran! My milk tea shop has really come back to life!"

As she spoke, Jiang Qinghe could no longer contain her joy. She rushed to Ye Feng, throwing herself into his arms, her soft breasts pressing firmly against his chest. Overjoyed, she cried out, "Ye Feng, you're a sales genius!"

She sat on Ye Feng's lap, their posture extremely intimate. Her fair and delicate skin was so close, and a faint fragrance lingered in his nose. Ye Feng almost couldn't hold back his nosebleed, thinking to himself: This milk tea is truly amazing...

Jiang Qinghe only then realized her lapse in composure, her face instantly turning red to her ears, her chest heaving with excitement. Embarrassed, she said shyly, "Ye Feng, I'm sorry, I was just too happy. I didn't mean to sit on you."

"It's nothing, I feel quite comfortable... quite good." Ye Feng forced a smile and looked at the beautiful face so close to his, pretending to be calm.

Just then, a sharp, piercing pain shot through Jiang Qinghe's buttocks. That familiar pain instantly swept through her entire body, turning her face deathly pale. Her forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat, and she gasped, "Ouch—it hurts so much!"

"Oh no! Ye Feng, my hemorrhoids have flared up!"

Before she finished speaking, Jiang Qinghe went limp and collapsed completely into Ye Feng's arms, her delicate body trembling slightly, without even the strength to lift her hand.

Ye Feng felt a warm, soft body in his arms, his head buzzing. He thought to himself, "Damn, who could resist such a gorgeous milk tea girl in their arms?" But seeing Jiang Qinghe's pained expression, he could only suppress his anger, gently holding her delicate body, inhaling her faint milky scent, and softly asking, "Do you have a room here?"

"Yes..." Jiang Qinghe spoke weakly, her face burning hot, her soft voice carrying a hint of allure, "You, you wouldn't be planning to treat my hemorrhoids here, would you?"

"What else?" Ye Feng raised an eyebrow. "Are you just going to watch me die from the pain?"

After saying that, Ye Feng reached out and grabbed Jiang Qinghe's hips, lifting her up in his arms. Jiang Qinghe was so embarrassed that she wanted to disappear into the ground. Her soft body was unable to resist, and she could only hold Ye Feng's neck tightly with both hands, letting him carry her to the small room behind the milk tea shop.

Meanwhile, Lu Ranran, standing in front of the shop, was incredibly busy, attending to a constant stream of customers, taking money, making milk tea, and serving it all by herself, all the while calling out, "Everyone, don't rush, one at a time, everyone gets some!"

At the same time, another milk tea shop not far away was deserted, without a single customer, a stark contrast to the bustling scene at Jiang Qinghe's shop.

The proprietress, Qiao Jinlian, sat behind the bar, looking at the empty shop, her mouth twisted with anger.

She was extremely alluring, with a stunningly voluptuous figure, her curves accentuated by a tight-fitting bodycon dress. Yet, she was now furious, yelling at her employees, "What's going on? All the customers have run away! What are you all doing?"

Several employees, looking aggrieved and trembling, replied, "Boss, it's not our fault. It's Summer Drinks across the street, formerly known as Dudu Milk Tea, that's come back to life! All the customers have been drawn there! I heard it was a handsome young man named Ye Feng who helped with the renovations..."

"How is this possible?" Upon hearing this, Qiao Jinlian's face instantly turned extremely ugly. Her voluptuous figure trembled slightly with anger, her snow-white breasts heaving up and down. "You little slut! Jiang Qinghe must have used some despicable means to seduce some expert on milk tea!"

She bit her bright red lipstick, a calculating glint in her eyes, and picked up her phone to make a call: "Call my husband right now and tell him to bring Wolf Brother and his gang from Sha Po Tang over. We're going to smash up that little bitch Jiang Qinghe's shop today! Also, tell him to contact his acquaintances at the Public Works Bureau and have them come over right now. I want that little slut's shop shut down immediately!"

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Jinlian licked her burning lips, her gaze sweeping across the crowded milk tea shop across the street. A glint of greed and determination flashed in her eyes: "And that little bastard Ye Feng, since he managed to revive Jiang Qinghe's shop, he must have some extraordinary abilities. I'll see just how capable you are. Today, you won't escape my grasp!"

Qiao Jinlian licked her burning lips, her mature and voluptuous body exuding an air of dominance, looking as if she had Ye Feng completely under her thumb.