Why should it matter if we're not the same generation? It's not my grandfather, it's yours, Qin Feng jumps up and down, arms folded. E-book reading: What about the 80s? He Muqing smiles warmly and explains to the old man: "Grandfather, please don't mind. He's just excited seeing you. Usually, Xiao Feng isn't like this. He listens to me very well—he does whatever I tell him to." "Really?" the old man asks thoughtfully, and even removes his glasses, smiling gently at him. That's why he seems so familiar. Indeed, it's the military legend Wei Qingtian—holding several key positions: Minister of National Defense, Vice Chairman of the Military Commission, and Vice President of the State—firmly sitting in the second seat of China's military and political circles. "Of course! You've seen it yourself—just one phone call, and he's right here." He begins to coo to the old man. "Grandfather, you've always been the most fond of me. How could you possibly make me marry someone I don't know? Right?" "Old man, you're not giving me any face at all," said Qin, "I've been planning to do just that. What do you want me to do?" He Mei continued to pout, "In the past few years, I didn't have a boyfriend, which worried you—yes, that was my fault. I know you've been concerned about me all this time. But now look, I've got a boyfriend—handsome, capable, and with a solid family background. He's even got some assets of his own. What more could you possibly be worried about if he listens to me?" Qin the younger felt utterly crushed. His family had plenty of wealth—how could it have dwindled to nothing before the old colonel? And now, in your words, it's just "a modest amount"? Fine. You're from a big family—so that's not impressive to you. I'm really hurt. A real blow. I'm determined to earn even more money now—so that no one will ever look down on me again. "By the way, is this young man really as good as you say?" the old man smiled, looking at Qin Feng. Hah! Just a moment ago, I Oh, Director He! Oh, Director He! How utterly unimpressive your "fake boyfriend" act is—have you really fallen for it, haven’t you? Even without that scene at the door, with Wei Qingtian’s keen eye, he could have easily discerned whether it was genuine or not. He chose not to expose his granddaughter’s deception precisely to see how far Director He would go with her performance. In these days, it’s not every day one gets to witness such a compelling drama—especially the awkwardness on Qin Feng’s face, which only made it more engaging. "Director He…" "I’ve told you—call me Xiao Qing! After all, Grandpa isn’t a stranger. Why be so formal?" The beautiful woman cut him off right there, then smiled warmly at her grandfather. "You’ve seen it, haven’t you? He’s truly attentive. With him, I’m certain I’ll never suffer. What else do you have to be concerned about?" In Qin Feng’s heart, he realized his grandfather wasn’t worried about her at all—he was just worried about *him*. How could it be just a short while ago, and you've already scolded me like I'm a third-generation grandson? Is your grandfather worried that I'll be bullied to death later on? The old man was delighted, deliberately winking at Qin Feng as if mocking his awkward expression. Honestly, how could you not be the one who's laughing? How pitiful is Ms. He, still unaware that she's performing a solo act, insisting with unwavering confidence: "Grandfather, he truly treats me very well. We've reached the point of discussing marriage and engagement. How could you possibly break us up? Didn't you often say that you'd rather tear down a temple than disrupt a marriage when I was young? Why then, are you forcing me to marry someone I don't love?" The old man stroked his chin and said, "In principle, I'd never oppose marrying you to someone you truly love. But I'm not entirely sure whether you two actually love each other. If I'm not mistaken, you've only known each other for a relatively short time—how then have you progressed to the point of discussing marriage?" The old man's eyes carried a clear sense of amusement. Qin, the young lord, braced himself. If you won't let me speak, fine—then I'll just watch and see how you handle the next act. Without hesitation, the beautiful woman said, "We fell in love at first sight. The very first time we met, he was instantly captivated by me. And I, too, had a strong liking for him—so we ended up together." Can't you be any more transparent? How can we have ended up together, and yet still be guilty of telling lies that would surely summon lightning? You claim you were instantly smitten the very first time we met—how thick is your skin? In fact, the beautiful woman had already prepared a backup plan: if things didn't work out, she'd simply claim she might already be pregnant—she didn't believe the old man would dare press her further. As for how to weave the truth later on, it would be simple: she'd just say her menstrual cycle had been irregular, and she hadn't come by to visit on schedule—she'd assumed it was pregnancy, though it wasn't. As long as they managed to get through this current crisis, everything else could She had no idea that the elderly couple, both so unassuming, were simply waiting to see her humbled. The old man was a master at acting. Frowning slightly, he said, "The idea of falling in love at first sight is quite unreliable. I suggest you consider someone else—his family is well-connected, and marrying him will surely be a secure choice." The young woman spoke with unwavering determination: "Grandpa, I've made up my mind. I will never marry anyone but Qin Feng. Please, stop worrying so much. There are so many national matters that require your guidance—why keep focusing on me? Rest assured, I will be happy." Turning to Qin Feng, the old man asked, "What do you say, young man?" Qin Feng shrugged, "Do you really think I have any say in this? If you think it's good, it's good; if not, it's not." The young woman straightened her posture, her face firm: "How can you speak to Grandpa like this? How can you show even the slightest courtesy? And you haven't said a single word to him yet—how about you express your genuine feelings now and make Grandpa happy?" Wei Qingtian waved his hand and smiled warmly, saying, "No problem. I simply adore young, free-spirited people. If someone were overly cautious and reserved, I'd still feel uneasy about entrusting you to them." He Mengqing was overjoyed—success was surely within reach! Yay! The old man seemed genuinely impressed with Qin Feng, and then suddenly asked, "Little Qing, are you the original match for this young man, or just the third one?" "What do you mean?" the beautiful woman grew visibly nervous—had Grandpa already dug into Qin Feng's background and discovered he had a girlfriend? If so, all their efforts would be ruined. Qin, the young lord, could no longer hide his embarrassment. He covered his stomach, chuckling as he said, "Director He, earlier I met with Xiao Jing at the entrance—ah, I mean, I met with your grandfather. We actually had a nice chat." She remembered clearly that they had been walking toward the main gate, arms linked—meaning, the very moment he had chosen to pretend to be her boyfriend, the truth had already slipped out. He Muqing's face turned pale as he grabbed his collar: "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Qin Dashi and Wei the elder exchanged a glance, then shrugged: "You wouldn't let me speak. From the very beginning, I wanted to remind you, but you never gave me a chance." The beautiful woman felt as if she were about to collapse. After so long pretending, she had thought she was in control—only to find out she had been nothing but a clown all along.