?Mobile reading Until the elder gave his nod of approval, Director He finally grasped Qin Feng's sincere intentions—after all, he had managed to fool Wei Qingtian. Regarding what would happen six months later, that could be addressed then. If they could manage to fool everyone once, they’d surely do it again and again. Who could possibly predict with certainty what would unfold six months down the line? Maybe by then, the crisis would have completely vanished. The elder, however, had his own clear vision. He knew his precious granddaughter, He Muqing, so well—she was truly the embodiment of both forcefulness and irrationality. No man could possibly endure her. Finding a boyfriend within a few months? That was pure fantasy. By then, she’d have to return to Beijing, obediently accepting the family’s arranged marriage. All would be well. With the tensions now resolved, the atmosphere had grown notably more harmonious. He Muqing suddenly rushed to the door, stuck her head out and glanced down the corridor several times before turning back, looking surprised and asking, "Grandpa, you came up alone. Why didn't the guards follow?" Feng Qingtian, holding a high position, never lacked agile and capable guards around him. These men were all outstanding performers within the internal security department—once they took the stage, no one could come close to the elderly gentleman. The old man hummed, "When I came to the police station, did I really need guards? If this place weren't secure, how could the police protect ordinary citizens?" Qin, the young count, interjected in an ill-timed manner, "They're specifically out to bully ordinary people." Fortunately, neither of them paid close attention. The old man continued, "I asked them to stay outside. After all, I came here to see you. With them present, many things couldn't be said freely. For instance, during that earlier scene—would you and Qin Feng have been able to act so naturally if several of them had been watching you closely?" "The old man brought up old grievances once again, sending Mr. He's carefully regained composure back to the state of a monkey's rump. "Grandfather won't let this matter be mentioned again, or else I'll never stop talking to you," insisted He Muqing, firm and unyielding. "You've wounded the tender heart of my beloved granddaughter—my young soul—and you must make amends," she insisted. The old man was startled. "How?" Qin Feng smiled. It seemed this young woman wasn't only willing to hold him to account, but even her own family wasn't spared—now his peace of mind felt restored. He Muqing counted on her fingers. "First, you must promote me. A colonel won't do—given my capabilities, even if I can't become a general, a major is surely appropriate." Of course, the military has never had a precedent for promotions bypassing the usual hierarchy—so we’ll have to make do and promote one level up, from captain to major. Second, your top-tier tea—bring me ten or eight pounds of it. I don’t personally crave it; it’s mainly for the sake of winning over my subordinates. And then…." Seeing Qin Feng smiling stupidly the whole time, ignoring his granddaughter’s constant chatter, Wei Qingtian gently pulled at his sleeve and asked, "Does Xiao Qing behave this way with others too?" Qin Feng answered honestly, "I don’t know if she does this in front of others. All I know is that she’s successfully squeezed me out ten times already." "I’ve been squeezed even more times," the elder sighed, adding, "So, do you always willingly accept these squeezes?" "By no means. Most of the time, I just turn around and run." Qin Feng said with a cheerful smile, then added, "Once she can’t catch up with me, she’s simply out of options." The elderly man, who had already begun to lift his legs for a dash, sighed and settled them back down, saying, "She's definitely going to catch up. Better not try—another sprain of my old arms and legs would be a real loss." This time it was Qin's younger brother who asked, "So, how do you usually manage to get through these situations?" The elder chuckled, "Just stubbornly refuse to agree—do you think she'd dare fight me to the ground?" Qin's younger brother began to smile wryly. She might not dare fight you, but she absolutely can and will fight me! Either success is inherently unique and unrepeatable, or finding one's own right approach is truly the most important thing. The leader kept going on about several points, only to turn around and see the elderly man and the young man happily chatting away—immediately, her nostrils nearly wrinkled with frustration. You really think I'm just background noise? She waved her fists up and down, then lowered them again. Between the two of them, one she can't stand up to, and the other she simply can't beat. Besides, using force to solve problems isn't always the best way. "Grandfather, everything's settled, isn't it? I'll take you out now." Without hesitation, she lifted her grandson's arm and led him outside. No way would she let Qin Feng and the old man become lifelong friends—she simply wouldn't allow it. The old man was enjoying their conversation so much, still full of enthusiasm, yet was unexpectedly escorted all the way to the door by her. "Wait a moment—what am I supposed to do now?" he finally snapped back to awareness. "Of course, you're to get into the car. You must return to Beijing, don't you? There are so many state affairs to attend to. Besides, you'll have to come back to present our achievements, won't you?" The young woman was eager for the old man to leave as soon as possible. Suddenly, the old man stopped moving. "Who says I have to go back to Beijing? After all this time, I've finally come out here—how could I possibly leave without fully enjoying the magnificent scenery of Central China?" The young woman grew impatient. With him staying, she'd feel uncomfortable. She simply wanted him to go—Central China was just a vast plain. What grand scenery could there possibly be? If you truly want to travel, I'll find the very best tour group for you—where else would it be better than here? Before she could even speak, the old man was already generous enough to say, "I'd also like to treat you all to dinner tonight. I'll be hosting at the finest hotel restaurant in your plain city. All of you must come—anyone who misses it is simply not showing me the respect I deserve." How thoughtful of him to go so far as to insist on having people dine with him—surely a bit of an oddity. As for booking accommodations and arranging banquets, of course, there's no need for the precious granddaughter to worry—those outside guards can handle everything smoothly. After all, the old man simply doesn't want to give his granddaughter any chance to take the lead. She's so sharp and always ready to strike back—she might just throw something unexpected your way, leaving you both surprised and at a loss. Only after everything was settled did the old man feel truly satisfied, leaving behind a trail of cheerful laughter. He Muqing immediately raised her voice in protest: "Qin Feng, you're so detached—don't let you go to your grandfather's banquet! You're going home right now to spend time with your girlfriend, or go shopping with Xiao Jing. Whenever your grandfather calls you, no matter what you have to do, you must drop everything and come back to me!" Qin, the young noble, narrowed his eyes: "Drop a request from Wei Qingtian, the Chairman of the Wei family? Do you think I'll be able to survive? Sister, just listen to me—one arm should never bend over the other. You've got to accept it. And stop calling me detached! Would you have made it through the gate without my help?" "Hmph, I'm just calling you detached—what's wrong with that? If it hadn't been for you, wouldn't I have embarrassed myself terribly in front of my grandfather?" "Your face isn't even that bad—how could you possibly have embarrassed yourself so badly?"