What about reading on your phone? He smiled, thinking Qin Feng's question rather childish—young people always like to talk about their future happiness. Maybe you're certain you can bring happiness to my daughter now, but what guarantee do you have? People change; no one can guarantee what they'll become in the future. Just look at me—twenty-five years ago, I never imagined I'd rise to become deputy commander of a theater group, let alone with a full general's rank. Speaking calmly, he said, "Young man, doesn't becoming the First Lady count as happiness? With millions of people loving and admiring her, doesn't that surpass being a homemaker?" Qin also smiled and replied, "According to your theory, then, your wife, Mrs. He, must not be living a happy life, is that right?" "No, she is very happy," He Zhengjun insisted firmly. "But she hasn't become the First Lady, has she?" "Qin Feng spread his hands: 'According to your view, only when one becomes First Lady can one be considered truly happy. You're now a major general, a prominent official—true enough. But throughout your life, you've never reached the pinnacle you've described. You've never managed to earn the love and admiration of millions of people for your wife. How can Auntie be considered happy then?' He was at a loss for words, but immediately countered: 'Yet compared to my peers of the same age, I've done better than any of them. I'm the youngest major general in the People's Republic!' 'But don't forget, you're originally from the grassroots,' Qin the young man replied firmly. 'Would you have reached this position without the support of Mr. Wei? Back then, as a young captain serving as a guard officer, you were on the verge of retiring to become a farmer. Without successfully winning over your mother-in-law, Ms. Qingqing, what would you have been?' " He was about to lose his temper, but Qin Feng continued, "There were so many peers who were better than you back then. How could you surpass them one by one? You've merely advanced thanks to Wei Qingtian's influence—what right do you have to judge younger colleagues, boasting so confidently that you've surpassed your peers? I've surpassed far more people—can't you see that?" He Wei Zhengjun's face turned ashen; it was the first time he had been publicly rebuked by a young person. He Muqing's expression had also changed noticeably. "Qin Dashi interjected. He pointed at Qin's nose with a finger. "Young man Qin, don't think because you're a cultivator you can talk big to me. This is my home—where do you fit in?" "Hey, what a fiery temper from He's commander! I'm challenging you now—do you think I'm going to die right here?" He sneered. "I'm going to finish you off right now," He Mengjun said, drawing his pistol and still before he could chamber it and secure the safety, Qin Feng kicked him hard, sending the pistol flying into the fish tank in the corner. He said coldly, "If it weren't for the fact that you're He's father's son, I wouldn't have let this go so easily. Don't think just because you hold a gun you're the boss—there are far more capable people in this world than you!" "What are you two doing?" He Muqing demanded sharply. "Can't you just talk things out? Do you have to resort to fists and guns?" "Qin, the instigator, shrugged and said, 'I've been reasoning with him all along. He was the one who raised his gun first. I'm acting in self-defense, or perhaps more precisely, a reaction triggered under specific conditions!' Li, the leader, thought to herself—wouldn't he have raised his gun if I hadn't been so patient with my father? It was clearly intentional. As for Old Li, after his gun was kicked away, his entire right hand went numb, yet he refused to look weak, pretending everything had gone smoothly. Of course, Li felt quite satisfied—she'd faced the same issue herself, but had never dared to confront her father like this. 'With age, don't let your temper get too high—it's not good for your health,' Qin said with feigned concern. 'Thank you for your care,' Old Li replied, 'but my body's in great shape!' He Hu Muqing, seeing that the fire between the two still had the potential to flare up, said, "Qin Feng, you go stay with your grandfather or at the hotel—here we can't stay any longer, or else we'll end up with bloodshed!" "Fine," Qin Feng replied, with a sniff, "I'm not really enjoying any of the hospitality one would expect from a guest here." He added, "Qingqing, you have to take me to your grandfather's place or the hotel—I'm not even familiar with the area!" "Alright," said He Leader to his father, "I'll first send off Xiao Feng, then come back for dinner." "Hmph," He Uncle grunted. Only after the two had left did he draw out his right hand, which had been hidden behind him, massaging it while murmuring to himself, "This young man is quick on his feet and strong—my own rapid shooting speed, so swift, still couldn't catch up to him!" Qin Feng sat rather unceremoniously in the passenger seat, while He Beauty had to take the driver's seat. "Xiao Feng," she said, "you were rather rude just now." "Li, with a hint of dissatisfaction, but soon shifting gears: "Still, it's quite satisfying,嘻嘻!" "Of course. Since your father wants to make an impression on me, I'm certainly not going to let him off easy. Otherwise, he'd think I'm easy to handle, and then he'd never see me as a serious ally in resolving your crisis." He spoke with a proud air. "You're the best—now, that's it!" The beautiful woman, starting the engine, asked, "Where do you want to go?" Qin, waving his fingers, replied, "It's not just me—it's us. After all, you've already left. Do you really expect to go back?"