A Second Generation Rich Kid's Wine Party Invitation

Qin Feng slowly woke up from a deep coma, his head feeling as heavy as if it had been run over by a truck.

Sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, making him squint.

"What time is it..."

He fumbled for his mobile phone on the bedside table. Upon opening it, he found two missed calls.

"Holy crap, how long was I out?"

He checked the time: three days.

Three full days and nights.

Flipping through his call history, Shen Bingyue's name was prominently listed, along with a number saved as "Lin Fu Ge."

"Lin Haoran?"

Qin Feng frowned.

"Why would this guy suddenly contact me?"

Lin Haoran, the well-known rich second-generation student in their class, whose family supposedly owned mines. He usually loved showing off his wealth.

He drove a Maserati to school and wore only luxury brands; a typical spoiled brat.

He'd always act rich in class and look down on poor students like Qin Feng. The two of them barely had any interaction.

As Qin Feng was wondering about this, his mobile phone suddenly rang.

The caller ID read: Lin Fu Ge.

"Hello?" Qin Feng answered.

"Holy crap! Brother Qin Feng, you finally picked up!"

Lin Haoran's unusually excited voice came from the other end of the line.

"I was so worried, I thought something had happened to you!"

Qin Feng was taken aback.

Since when did this guy care so much about him?

"Ahem, I'm fine. I've just been busy lately and had my phone on silent."

"Busy? Busy with what? Still busy delivering food?"

Lin Haoran's tone carried a hint of mockery, though it quickly turned enthusiastic again.

"Never mind, never mind, let's not talk about that. Brother Qin Feng, are you free tonight?"

"What's up?"

"I'm hosting a small party at my villa. It'll be mostly classmates from our school, plus some junior girls from the archaeology department."

Lin Haoran's voice was laced with pride.

"As you know, I've been pursuing junior sister Su from the archaeology department recently. I wanted to use this opportunity to deepen our relationship."

"Why are you inviting me?"

Qin Feng's tone was flat.

"I don't even know those archaeology junior sisters."

"Oh, come on, Brother Qin Feng, don't be so modest."

Lin Haoran chuckled.

"Even though you're usually low-key, I know you're a good student, knowledgeable, especially in history.

The archaeology junior sisters will definitely enjoy chatting with a top student like you."

Qin Feng shook his head. "I'll pass. I don't really like these kinds of events."

"Don't refuse so quickly!"

Lin Haoran's tone suddenly became a bit urgent.

"Besides... Su Qinghui will be there too."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, then Lin Haoran lowered his voice, a strange smile in his tone:

"Of course, Su Qinghui is my target, Lin Haoran. But Brother Qin Feng, you must want to see the legendary campus beauty too, right?

Even if you can't win her over, just getting a glimpse from afar is worth it, don't you think?"

Qin Feng fell silent.

Su Qinghui?

Qin Feng's heart inexplicably skipped a beat.

The image of her, wearing a white dress with an ethereal aura, flashed in his mind from that day at the school entrance.

Ever since that brief encounter at the school gate, that figure had appeared in his mind from time to time.

Although his rational mind told him that she was likely not the one from his memories, deep down, the childhood memories and an inexplicable attachment were stirring.

What if?

"How about it? Are you coming?"

Lin Haoran urged.

"It's a rare opportunity. Junior Sister Su rarely attends these gatherings. I went to a lot of trouble to invite her this time."

"Where's the address?"

Qin Feng asked, as if possessed.

"Haha! I knew Brother Qin Feng was a smart one!"

Lin Haoran laughed excitedly.

"I'll send you the address later. It starts at 8 PM. Oh, and wear whatever you want, no need to be too formal. Just relax."

After hanging up, Qin Feng lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

Why did he agree?

He knew his current situation was dangerous, that he could be drawn into all sorts of supernatural events at any moment. The most sensible choice would be to stay away from ordinary people like Su Qinghui.

But...

"Forget it, I'll just go clear my head," Qin Feng muttered to himself.

"I've been too tense lately."

He got up to wash, and took the opportunity to check his status. After three days of deep sleep, his body had basically recovered, and his mental state was good. In the bathroom mirror, he saw a new tattoo pattern on his arm – a simple drawing of a bus. The Ghost Bus.

A smile touched Qin Feng's lips as he recalled the experience that night. Although the process was perilous, the rewards were substantial. Besides taming the Ghost Bus, a mobile fortress, for 500 points, he also gained a total of 310 Cleansing Points.

"It's about time to level up."

He opened the Sin Clearing System to check his status:

[Host: Qin Feng]
[Spiritual Sense Level: Form Observation Realm (Late Stage)]
[Next Level: Wenyan Realm (Early Stage) Required Cleansing Points: 1800]
[Cleansing Points: 310]
[Legendary Armaments: Scissors of Truth (D-Class), Gluttony Stomach (D-Class), Death Notice (D-Class), Lonely Game Box (D-Class)]
[Ghost Bus (C-Class Exclusive Vehicle)]
[Abilities/Items Mastered: Item Affinity (Passive), Ghost Bus (C-Class Exclusive Vehicle)]

1800 points? Might as well rob a bank!

Since he hadn't reached the requirement for leveling up, Qin Feng replied to Shen Bingyue's message first.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, just too tired. I slept for a few days. I'll submit the mission report later."

Shen Bingyue quickly replied: "Your health is important, get plenty of rest. By the way, did that bus have any problems?"

"Everything is normal, it's very obedient."

After dealing with these trivial matters, it was already afternoon. Qin Feng ate a simple meal and then began to think about his plans for the evening. Lin Haoran's invitation was indeed a bit unusual. That guy usually paid him no mind, but now he was suddenly so enthusiastic.

"Whatever, I'll deal with whatever comes my way."

Qin Feng stretched his limbs. "Worst case scenario, I'll just eliminate him."

In the early evening, Lin Haoran sent the address: a high-end detached villa in the suburbs of Donghai City: Lan Shan Ju.

Looking at the address, Qin Feng clicked his tongue in amazement. "This guy's family is really rich."

He changed into a relatively presentable outfit. Although he was now wealthy, he hadn't bought much for himself. Everything was ready. Even though it was just a simple white shirt and black casual pants, paired with his tall stature and handsome features, he looked quite dashing.

Qin Feng walked out of his room. The sun was setting, casting his long shadow.