?Mobile reading Guan Wenfeng's anger had reached its breaking point, yet his expression remained natural. An 80-electron book: To others, this maturity—being able to endure hardship and suppress one's emotions—was rare, especially among young, spirited individuals. Yet in Wei Qingtian's eyes, it was still insincere. As a young man, why hide his most genuine feelings? "Ah, Grandfather," he said with ease and grace, "I don't mind if Mu Qing has a boyfriend—as long as she hasn't married, I still have a chance." The old man's lips curled slightly, wondering what had changed these days—how could people still insist on bringing green headscarves to their own tables? On the surface, this marriage appears favorable to the He family, but it brings significant benefits to the Guan family as well. By marrying into Wei Qingtian's granddaughter, Guan gains the full backing of the military establishment. Mao Zedong once said a particularly insightful phrase: "Power comes from the barrel of the gun." Though the military has always been overshadowed by the political sphere over the years, no one can underestimate these armed forces—no matter what happens, the army remains the most solid foundation. Precisely because of the strategic marriage alliance between the two families, Guan Wenfeng has attracted the attention of top military and political figures, who have designated him as a key candidate for development. With the support of the Guan, He, and Wei families, Guan can build a strong path to power—after several years, reaching the pinnacle of authority is no great challenge. The United States has had both George H. W. Bush and George W. Bush; why not China? Of course, if this marriage falls through, Guan, the handsome young man, will gradually fade from public view—at least, the military will no longer pay close attention to him. He fully understands the underlying dynamics and has already made up his mind: regardless of the methods or means employed, he must secure the hand of Wei’s granddaughter. Moreover, from the very beginning until now, he never felt this task particularly difficult. After all, as the future crown prince, he was unmatched in intelligence, emotional maturity, status, and in every other aspect—there simply weren’t many people who could compare. Furthermore, according to what Mr. and Mrs. He said, their daughter was exceptionally pure in matters of the heart, and he had a hundred and twenty percent confidence in securing her. He had assumed that after meeting Miss He Muqing and the elder, the engagement would be arranged right away. Yet, just when things were about to move forward, a surprise emerged. The old man stood up and went back upstairs, knocking on his granddaughter's door: "Xiao Qing, wake up! Hurry up—there are guests coming!" Soon came the impatient tone of He, the leader: "Grandpa, I'm still sleepy. What guests? I'm not the host here. Just have you take care of them. I'd like to sleep a bit longer!" The old man thought—after all, you've been up all night, how could you possibly stay awake? But the matter downstairs also needed to be settled soon, so it was better to handle it promptly. "Xiao Qing, the visitor is here to see you," he said firmly. "He's the one your parents chose for your wedding—Guan Wenfeng!" "Wait, what? Why is he here? Tell him I already have a boyfriend!" The tone of He Muqing naturally rose. The old man smiled and said, "I've already said everything I had to say. But as he pointed out, as long as you haven't married, he won't give up. You young people should figure things out on your own—what do you think?" Hebei Beauty pushed gently against Qin, the young man embracing her, and asked, "What are we going to do? He's actually come all the way to our house!" "Let's just serve it cold," Qin Feng said with a cheerful smile. "I simply can't believe that when the Guan少爷 sees you and I sharing a room together, he'll still remain calm!" "True enough," Hebei Beauty nodded. "We've been going out one after another, and we both wear the same pajamas and slippers!" The young man was truly promising—Qin gave himself a solid thumbs-up. Hebei Beauty began dressing first, knowing she wasn't as fast as him. A few minutes later, she stood before the mirror, deliberately making her hair more disheveled and fastening the pajama buttons incorrectly, looking a bit messy. Yet, the inherent beauty of the lady could never be concealed by external circumstances. At this moment, instead of becoming a truly messy woman, she exuded a unique charm. She walked down the stairs, her eyes still half-open from sleep. In the living room, Wei Qingtian, the host, was engaged in a pleasant conversation with Guan Wenfeng. Upon seeing her, Guan, who had long admired He Muqing’s beauty and had seen her photos on several occasions, felt he had made some mental preparations—yet, when he saw her in person, he was utterly struck by her grace. "Grandpa, is this Guan Gongzi?" she asked in a relaxed, lazy tone, making sure to ensure the other person didn’t feel uncomfortable. The elder nodded. Guan quickly stood up, his expression serious and composed. "Good morning, Muqing! We used to be classmates in elementary school—don’t you remember?" "Ah, beautiful lady, gently scratching her head and then shaking it, she said, 'I can't quite recall. You're certain we were classmates in elementary school? I just don't have a single memory of you—truly sorry. I've always struggled to remember people who aren't particularly noticeable!' The handsome man frowned, thinking: When I was in elementary school, I was quite a standout—girls all wanted to be my friends, and you were also very active back then. Could it be that you've simply forgotten? He really wanted to gently remind her, yet didn't know how to begin. Unless someone has the boldness to make even a city wall bow, one would never spontaneously praise themselves. 'This is Guan Wenfeng,' the elder introduced, 'your uncle Guan Liye's son.' 'I believe Zhengjun and Lingshuang have mentioned him to you!' 'I do have a vague sense of recognition.' "He Beauty continued to act as if she didn't know what was going on: 'As you know, my parents always prefer old-fashioned, useless things. I've long since learned to selectively listen to them—those useless points just get filtered out automatically by my ears!' The elder stared at her, thinking it wasn't quite that bad. After all, the guests were bringing gifts, weren't they? Even if he didn't find his gift particularly appealing, they were still visiting his home—couldn't they at least have a proper conversation? Of course, he wasn't eager to get involved in this mess either. 'You young people carry on chatting,' he said, 'I should be going out for my morning exercise. Xiao Qing, be polite to the guests!' The handsome young man quickly added, 'No need at all—truly, no need!' Immediately, He Beauty chimed in, 'Didn't you hear? They themselves insist on being casual. Grandpa, just let it go—go on with your walk now!'