30: Chapter 30 Auntie, you didn't want this either...

At this moment, the atmosphere in the courtyard was tense.

Bai Yuhe, like a mother leopard protecting her cub, stood before the main entrance of the hall, unleashing her Level 5 Mortal Early Stage Qi and blood without reservation, firmly suppressing Su Aili opposite her.

Although Su Aili was frightened pale, she still stiffened her neck, wearing the brazen look of someone who thought, "You owe my whole family."

Su Yourong stood to the side, looking haggard with red and swollen eyes. Her once meticulously combed hair bun now appeared somewhat disheveled, and her plump frame trembled in the cold wind, making her appear exceptionally pitiful.

"Master!"

Seeing Qin Feng appear, Bai Yuhe immediately withdrew her Killing Intent and respectfully stepped aside.

"Qin Feng! You finally decided to come out?!"

Upon seeing the person she wanted, Su Aili not only failed to restrain herself but, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, bossily shouted, "I know you still have those mutated blood ginseng in your hands. Go get 10 of them for me! My father is dying, and the Management Hall said if there is no medicine today, they will throw him out!"

Qin Feng walked to the stone table with his hands behind his back and sat down, looking at Su Aili as if she were an idiot. A mocking sneer curled the corner of his lips as he said, "Young Miss Su, are you dreaming, or have you not woken up yet? Why should I take 10 premium blood ginseng to save your father? Do I owe you something?"

"Just because we are respectable people of the Intermediate Laborer District!!"

Su Aili stamped her feet in anger and roared righteously, "Consider the 10 blood ginseng a loan from the Su Family. When my father's injuries heal, we will pay you back double. What use do you have for those broken roots? Saving a life is urgent now, don't you understand?!"

"Because we spent all our savings looking for those useless medicinal herbs for Father! Since you have them, what's the harm in lending them to me? How can you be so cold-blooded!"

"A life is at stake, hurry up and go get them for me."

Hearing such illogical, bandit-like moral kidnapping, Qin Feng was almost amused to the point of laughter.

"Not lending."

Qin Feng couldn't be bothered to say another word of nonsense and spat out two words cleanly and decisively.

Afterward, he stood up directly, without even looking at Su Aili's face, which was distorted by anger, and walked straight toward his room.

"You—! You scum! Degenerate, you little beast who refuses to save someone who is dying!!"

Su Aili completely broke down, desperately trying to rush up and scratch Qin Feng's back, "If you don't give me the medicine, I will stay in your house and not leave! If my father dies, it will be your fault too!!"

"Slap—!!!"

A slap, crisp to the extreme, rang out in the courtyard like a thunderclap!

Su Aili's voice came to an abrupt halt. She covered her half-face, which had instantly swollen up, and turned her head back in disbelief.

The person who hit her was none other than her stepmother, Su Yourong!

Su Yourong's hand was still trembling violently in mid-air. Her originally gentle, beautiful eyes were now bloodshot, revealing a sense of despair as if she had been forced to the edge of a cliff.

"Have you made enough trouble?! Can you be sensible for once?!"

Su Yourong roared this sentence out, tears rolling down like beads from a broken string.

"That belongs to someone else! Why must they give it to you?!"

She grabbed Su Aili by the collar, shoved her hard to the ground, and scolded, "Stay here quietly and shut your mouth! I will go talk to Brother Qin properly... We are begging for help now!"

"Those people who were amiable to you before, if we go to them now, is there anyone willing to help? Recognize reality, child. Once your father falls, we are nothing..."

This bloody reality, like a basin of ice water, completely chilled Su Aili to the bone.

She slumped on the ground, covering her face and crying "woo-woo," no longer daring to utter a single word of defiance.

Su Yourong took a deep breath, trying hard to calm her emotions, which were on the verge of collapse.

With trembling hands, she tidied her hair, which had been messed up by the wind, turned around, and walked with heavy steps toward Qin Feng's room door.

"Creak—"

The door was gently pushed open, and Su Yourong's figure appeared at the doorway.

The room was not lit, and the light was somewhat dim.

Qin Feng was sitting on a chair in front of the window, toying with a teacup in his hand, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"Xiaofeng... Let Auntie talk to you alone, okay?"

Su Yourong closed the door behind her, shutting out the sounds from the courtyard.

She walked to a spot less than a step away from Qin Feng and, with a thud, knelt down straight again.

Her mature and voluptuous body, in the dim light, exuded a fatal temptation that made one's blood boil.

"Auntie knows that Aili spoke too rashly just now. Auntie will kowtow to you on her behalf to apologize."

As Su Yourong said this, she really bent over and knocked her smooth forehead heavily against the floor.

"Brother Qin, Auntie begs you... Old Su's internal organs have already begun to fail. Only the vast vitality of premium blood ginseng can pull him back from the gates of hell! 10 stalks, just 10 stalks!"

Su Yourong raised her head, her face covered in tear stains, her eyes filled with an almost humble plea, "We spent all the servant coins we had on medicine earlier. But these 10 stalks of medicine, Auntie will consider it a loan from you! I can sign a life-and-death contract with you and write an IOU!"

"When Old Su gets through this, and recovers his strength, we will sell everything we have, even if it means taking the most dangerous hunting missions from the Management Hall, we will definitely pay you back double... no, triple!!"

Listening to Su Yourong's sorrowful promise, Qin Feng didn't even raise an eyelid.

"Sign an IOU? With what? With the empty shell that is your Su Family now?"

Qin Feng put down the teacup in his hand and tapped his fingers lightly on the tabletop. The "thud, thud, thud" sound seemed to be striking at the tip of Su Yourong's heart.

"Taking a step back, even if Uncle Su survives, he will be a cripple who has just recovered from serious injuries. Why do you think he still has the ability to hunt Vicious Beasts to pay off my debt? Auntie Yourong, there are no good people in the Servant District. Painting cakes like this doesn't work."

Su Yourong's body stiffened suddenly, her last hope seemingly shattered mercilessly by the cold words.

That's right, a severely injured cripple, what could he use to repay a sky-high debt worth thousands of servant coins?

"Then... what do you want for you to be willing to lend them?"

Su Yourong bit her red lips tightly, and because of the excessive force, a trace of blood even seeped out.

Qin Feng stopped tapping the tabletop.

He slowly bent down, stretched out his slender fingers, and gently pinched Su Yourong's smooth and delicate chin, forcing her to raise her head and look at him.

The distance between the two was extremely close; Qin Feng could even clearly feel Su Yourong's warm, rapid breathing and the faint fragrance of a ripe woman.

He said indifferently, "I have no interest in an IOU, but I am quite fond of you, Auntie."

Boom—!

A simple sentence was like a thunderclap, exploding directly in Su Yourong's mind!

She was not a young girl who had never experienced the ways of the world, so she naturally understood the subtext in Qin Feng's words instantly!

"No... that won't do..."

Su Yourong turned her head away suddenly as if electrocuted, broke free from Qin Feng's fingers, and stood up from the ground in a panic.

Her face was as pale as paper, and her body was swaying.

As the wife of Su Shanhe, she had her own bottom line and dignity.

"Brother Qin... Since you are unwilling to accommodate in any way, then... then just pretend Auntie never came today."

Su Yourong closed her eyes in pain, and two lines of clear tears slid down.

She shook her head vigorously, turned around, and stumbled as she prepared to push open the door, ready to face the darkest, most desperate fate.

Just as her fair hand was about to touch the door bolt—

Behind her, Qin Feng's nonchalant voice drifted over leisurely.

"Auntie, you know the rules of the Management Hall. The possessions of the dead are all confiscated."

"Perhaps with ten more stalks of blood ginseng, Uncle Su really could survive? As long as he is alive, even if he is a cripple, at least the nominal head of the household is still there, and you mother and daughter can keep the courtyard and the ten acres of spiritual fields..."

Su Yourong's body trembled violently, as if hit by an immobilization spell, and she was nailed to the spot.

Qin Feng leaned back on the chair, looking at that violently trembling, alluring back, and a victorious arc curled on his lips: "Auntie, I guess... you wouldn't want Uncle Su to die, would you..."