I lent my brother 500 yuan, and he offered his wife as collateral.

……

Haiweixuan.

This is a mid-to-high-end seafood restaurant, with its huge revolving glass doors reflecting the prosperity of Chengdu.

Cool air seeped out from under the door, carrying with it the scent of high-end fragrance.

Qin Feng pulled Su Qingxue to stand at the bottom of the steps.

Seeing the well-dressed diners coming and going, Su Qingxue's already pale face turned even paler with fright.

She clung tightly to Qin Feng's clothes, desperately trying to shrink back.

"Brother Qin... Brother Qin, please don't go in..."

Su Qingxue's voice trembled violently as she murmured, "This looks so expensive... We... we'll just buy two steamed buns. There's a steamed bun shop up ahead, they're only a dollar each..."

She looked down at her faded jeans, which she had picked up from her neighbor's house a few years ago, and at her canvas shoes that had come unglued.

It clashes with the bright floor tiles here.

Her inferiority complex weighed her down, making her unable to lift her head.

"I don't like eating steamed buns."

Qin Feng didn't loosen his grip; instead, he tightened it even more, using a little force to prevent her from escaping.

He turned around, staring into Su Qingxue's terrified eyes, his tone gentle yet domineering: "Listen, from today onwards, whether it's steamed buns or Australian lobsters, if you want to eat them, we can afford them. Don't be afraid, come with me."

After saying that, he took her hand and strode into the revolving door.

The greeter was a young woman with exquisite makeup. She originally had a standard professional fake smile on her face, but when her eyes swept over the two people's outfits, her smile froze on her face, as if she had injected expired hyaluronic acid.

The man was wearing a cheap T-shirt from a street vendor, and the woman had messy hair and was covering her face.

The waiter's eyes flashed with obvious disdain.

But due to restaurant rules that prevented them from turning away customers, she could only walk over in a lukewarm manner, not even bothering to bow: "Two people? The main hall is full, there's only one seat in the corner."

After saying that, without waiting for Qin Feng's reply, she walked straight to the innermost part in her high heels.

That spot was absolutely perfect.

To the left is the restroom passage, and to the right is the food delivery area. People come and go, and you can smell the disinfectant from the restrooms with just a deep breath.

The diners at the surrounding tables looked on in surprise at what they saw.

Some people frowned, some covered their noses, their eyes looking at them as if they were two beggars who had barged into the banquet.

Su Qingxue wished she could bury her head in the ground; her body trembled slightly, and she curled up into a ball, her head almost touching her chest.

"sit."

Qin Feng, however, acted as if nothing had happened, calmly pulling out a chair and urging Su Qingxue to sit down.

The location wasn't good, but Qin Feng didn't care.

As long as you can fill your stomach, squatting by the roadside is still eating.

The key point is that this meal is a must; it's the first step in breaking Su Qingxue's inner demons.

"Let's order." Qin Feng took the menu, flipped it open casually, and handed it to Su Qingxue across from him.

Su Qingxue's hands were trembling so badly that she carefully lifted a corner of the menu.

Just one glance.

Upon seeing the number "3888" after the lobster on the first page, she slammed the menu shut as if she had been burned.

"It's too expensive...it's really too expensive!"

Su Qingxue's eyes filled with tears as she pleaded in a low voice, "Brother Qin, let's go... This one dish costs several hundred yuan, enough for me to live on for several months... We still have to make a living..."

In her mind, every penny was a life-saving sum saved from the tiniest of teeth.

Spending thousands on a single meal is an outrageous crime.

"I have enough money."

Qin Feng reached out and gently pressed down on Su Qingxue's hand, which was twisting the hem of her clothes and whose knuckles were white.

The warmth from my palm traveled down the back of my hand, carrying a calming power.

Qin Feng looked into her eyes and said, word by word, "Remember, that 120,000 was earned by us, not stolen or robbed. From today onwards, you no longer need to be subservient to anyone, nor do you need to worry about money anymore, understand?"

After saying that, he took back the menu and looked up at the waiter who was standing to the side impatiently shaking his leg, waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

"A serving of steamed scallops with garlic and vermicelli, half a pound of boiled prawns, a steamed grouper, and a bowl of seafood porridge."

Qin Feng closed the menu and said calmly, "Make the porridge very soft, and don't add ginger."

He didn't order Australian lobster or king crab like a nouveau riche; instead, he ordered only high-protein and easily digestible foods.

Su Qingxue is severely malnourished and has a weak digestive system. Eating greasy and oily foods all at once will only harm her health.

Qin Feng's calm and composed demeanor was completely unlike that of a poor boy who had never seen the world.

The waiter paused for a moment, unable to utter the sarcastic remark he had prepared. He reluctantly noted down the dish name, turned around, and left.

While waiting for the food, Qin Feng poured himself a cup of tea, his eyes casually scanning his surroundings.

An old man at the next table caught his attention.

The old man was dressed in a well-made Zhongshan suit, with gray hair and an extraordinary air about him, but his face had an abnormally ashen color.

He was holding his phone, speaking in a low voice: "...No matter the cost, we must get that Ming Dynasty huanghuali brush pot... It's a family heirloom from the Su family, even if it's just a keepsake...cough cough cough!"

The old man suddenly started coughing violently, a sound as if he were coughing up his lungs.

He quickly pulled out a handkerchief to cover his mouth, and Qin Feng, with his sharp eyes, noticed a faint trace of blood on the snow-white handkerchief.

The Su family heirloom?

Qin Feng's heart stirred, and he immediately activated the "Elementary Treasure Appraisal Divine Eye".

Swish!

A line of golden characters appeared above the old man's head.

[Character: Zhao Huaichuan]

[Position: Vice President of the Provincial Antique Appraisal Association; Top Antique Appraisal Expert in China.]

[Status: Old deposits of metallic dust in the lungs, the disease is in its final stages, and organs are failing.]

Life expectancy: 3 months remaining.

Qin Feng raised an eyebrow.

Vice President of the Provincial Appraisal Association?

This is a true titan in the antique world.

And judging from this, it seems to have some connection with the Su family of Yanjing?

However, Qin Feng quickly looked away.

He has just acquired superpowers and his foundation is not yet stable. It would be unwise for him to rashly intervene in the cause and effect of such an important figure.

Saving lives requires timing; right now, the most important thing is to take care of your own life.

The dishes were served quickly.

Steaming hot seafood porridge, tender fish, and bright red prawns.

The aroma is tangy.

Su Qingxue looked at the table full of delicious food, her hand holding chopsticks frozen in mid-air, hesitant to move, as if everything in front of her was a bubble that would burst at the slightest touch.

She was genuinely afraid.

They were afraid that if they ate this meal, they would be beaten at the next one;

Perhaps all of this was just a passing fancy by Qin Feng.

Qin Feng did not speak or urge him.

He naturally picked up a prawn, his slender fingers deftly peeling off the shell and removing the vein, then dipped it in a little seafood soy sauce and placed it in Su Qingxue's small bowl.

The tender white shrimp meat gleamed enticingly under the light.

"Eat up," Qin Feng said softly. "It's very fresh."

Su Qingxue stared blankly at the shrimp meat in the bowl.

Before, when she was with Zhang Qiang, she could only eat leftover instant noodle soup, and she even had to kneel on the ground to eat it.

If you dared to glance at the meat on the table, you would be met with a severe beating.

No one has ever peeled shrimp for her.

No one ever treated her as a dignified "person".

Her eyes instantly reddened, and large tears rolled down her cheeks without warning, splashing into the bowl.

Su Qingxue trembled as she picked up the piece of shrimp meat and put it in her mouth.

The sweet and savory flavor exploded on my taste buds, mixed with the salty bitterness of tears.

This is the taste of food, but more importantly, it is the taste of dignity.

"Waaah..."

She finally couldn't hold back anymore, and while crying, she shoveled mouthfuls of seafood porridge into her bowl.

Tears mixed with rice.

She ate very quickly, as if she wanted to swallow all the grievances she had suffered over the past few years along with the bowl of porridge.

A passing waiter saw this scene, and his originally disdainful look turned complicated, and he even felt a little sore.

How much suffering must one have endured to cry like this over eating shrimp?

Qin Feng watched quietly, neither offering advice nor handing her a tissue, but simply peeling another shrimp and placing it in her bowl.

Cry.

Just cry it out.

This was just the beginning. Now that he knew she was a heiress from a wealthy family worth hundreds of billions, and that this karmic connection had formed between them, he was starting to see her again.

So.

The glory that originally belonged to Su Qingxue must be taken back for her!