Watching He Muqing embody the combined grace of pure, relaxed, and seductive charm, Guan Wenfeng's heart began to race involuntarily. As the only child of a high-ranking official, he had met and spent time with numerous women, yet none had matched the elegance of the woman before him. Under her leadership, the woman had undergone a transformation from a girl to a woman, naturally elevating her presence. Guan had never simply viewed his marriage alliance with the He family as a political arrangement—his sole reason being He Muqing's beauty. To win her favor, he had even decisively ended his relationship with his former girlfriend, severing all ties and starting fresh. Yet now, it was precisely the woman his parents described as pure and unspoiled who had a boyfriend. This made him feel uneasy. Though nowadays it's no longer expected that a woman preserve her first love for her husband, the lofty image he had held of her had now crumbled completely. Of course, Guan was not at all put off by He Muqing's presence—he actually hoped even more to marry her. He Muqing, carelessly seated across from him, yawned loudly, looking quite unrefined, and said, "Sorry, I stayed out late yesterday and didn't get much sleep!" "Never mind," Guan replied with polished grace. "I came unexpectedly, so I must have been rather abrupt." He Lu, the leader, studied his face for several seconds before saying, "You're Guan Wenfeng, aren't you? Well, you're... not bad." At the mention of being evaluated, Guan immediately straightened his posture, eagerly awaiting the praise to come. Yet, He Lu, not at all diplomatic, remarked, "Well, you're just average—barely qualified to be a 'handsome young man,' though. Honestly, I value character more. Besides, men who are good-looking are often seen as a disadvantage!" Guan stood there, drenched in sweat, thinking to himself: How could he have grown up into such a person—was it really his own doing? He continued, "What brings you here? Surely not just to catch up, right? Honestly, I don't really remember you at all. Let me ask again—were we really classmates in elementary school?" To ease the woman's concerns, the handsome man said, "We both entered XX Primary School in September of XXXX, and we were in the same class from Grade 1 through Grade 4." "But I really don't recall you at all. You must have been quite unremarkable back then; otherwise, I would have remembered you." The woman insisted firmly. Guan Wenfeng wanted to share some memories from their elementary school days to spark a conversation. But before he could open his mouth, a voice came from the stairs: "Qingqing, who are you talking to? Where's Grandpa?" Guan looked up and saw a man wearing a love-themed sleepwear set—identical to what He Muqing was wearing. Upon closer inspection, they also shared matching slippers. His heart skipped a beat. Could it be that these two had been sleeping together? How could it be? This is Fei Qingtian's home, and the old man is well into his seventies—his thinking simply can't be that open. How could he allow his granddaughter to share a room with another man? Fei Qingtian had long known about the marriage alliance between the He and Guan families, and had always been supportive of it. Therefore, he firmly believed that the two had merely coincidentally worn the same pajamas and shoes, and had not actually shared a room together. "Grandpa went for a walk. Why don't you stay in bed a bit longer?" she asked with a warm, caring smile. This expression of concern was entirely genuine, free of any performance—making it appear especially authentic. Qin, the young count, shrugged and said, "The old man called out from the doorway just now. I'd already woken up. When you got dressed, your movements were so loud—I simply couldn't fall back asleep!" "Ah, that's so sorry of me! I'll make sure to pay more attention next time—I promise I won't wake you up again." The young woman cooed, showing her charm. "Never mind. Whether you sleep a little "He said it with grace. Guan, the handsome man, was completely stunned. From their conversation, it was clear that they had spent the night together—so what was going on? It was one thing to suddenly have a boyfriend; it was quite another to live together so openly and without reservation. Was it possible that the He and Wei families had changed their minds and wanted to call off the engagement? Impossible. Last night, He Zhengjun’s attitude clearly showed his strong hopes for this marriage alliance. "Who exactly is this gentleman?" Qin, the young lord, asked, pointing at Guan. "He's Guan Wenfeng," the beautiful woman replied. "He's the son of Guan Uncle, a central committee member, and I was his classmate in elementary school!" "Oh, a classmate from elementary school," Qin Feng said as he descended the stairs, naturally sitting beside the woman and then gently wrapping his arms around her slender waist. The beautiful woman, in turn, responded with perfect coordination by taking his hand. Guan Wenfeng felt his heart bleeding. He wasn't stupid—he had guessed that this marriage arrangement was likely just what He Zhengjun and his wife had in mind, and that He Muqing herself probably didn't take it seriously. If she truly cared, she wouldn't have been openly cozy with other men in front of him. A strong sense of disappointment surged, yet he wasn't ready to concede. For his own future, he felt he had to face down this beautiful woman—after all, wasn't that exactly what he did when he "stole" people's clients? Brother, hadn't he done it before? With that thought, he felt much more at ease. The smile that had briefly disappeared returned to his face. "My name is Guan Wenfeng," he said warmly to Qin, the young man. "May I ask your surname?" Qin glanced at him and replied, "I'm Qin—Qin Feng. I think Guan公子 has a distinguished bearing, surely from a distinguished family, don't you agree?" "Guan's face turned the color of liver pork. He, the beautiful woman, smiled gracefully and said, 'What's wrong with being from a bureaucratic family? Isn't it better to be someone below the bureaucracy? Didn't I just say that he's the son of Guan Li-ji, a Central Committee member, and the future crown prince?' Qin Feng immediately adopted an expression of profound admiration, saying, 'That was a misstatement—absolutely a misstatement. I've always confused the terms 'bureaucrat' and 'eunuch.' It's hard to keep up with domestic terms after living abroad for so long. The future crown prince, please don't mind. I didn't mean to be disrespectful. Actually, I meant to say—'a wealthy entrepreneur.' How about we become friends?' Guan's face grew even more flushed. Being ridiculed wasn't the worst part; what was worse was that it happened right in front of his intended fiancée, which made him feel deeply embarrassed. Moreover, it was clear that this intended fiancée was now leaning toward the other side. 'I'm happy to make friends with someone sincere,' he said firmly, maintaining the grace and dignity expected of a gentleman." "He chuckled, saying, 'I really enjoy making friends with sincere people—though, of course, I prefer the wealthy ones.' With a look of disdain, he turned to the beautiful woman and asked, 'Won't the future crown prince be coming to catch up with you? I simply can't imagine how much friendship there could be between two elementary school classmates!' Guan Wenfeng felt it was time to mount a counterattack and said seriously, 'Allow me to be honest with both of you—I came to see Mu Qing not to catch up, but to talk with her about the engagement.'"