Just as Guan Wenfeng was proud, convinced he was about to win He Muqing's heart, Qin Feng descended carrying a password box. The box was about seventy centimeters wide, forty-five centimeters high, and over thirty centimeters thick—a common travel size. What mattered was that it was merely an ordinary box, marked with a logo indicating its value did not exceed five hundred large blocks. Qin Feng looked down his nose, thinking it strange that it would contain anything valuable; if it were precious items, why not use a branded luggage set? He Muqing asked, "Little Feng, what's going on? Why have you brought down this luggage box?" Qin Feng chuckled, placed the box on the coffee table, and sat down with the air of a distinguished gentleman, then said with a sniff, "Open it!" "Open it, and be sure," she replied, placing one hand on the box. "This isn't a time for money—lack of funds is nothing. What matters is integrity. You don't need to act this way!" "I think it's absolutely necessary," he said firmly. "As you wish," said the beautiful woman, using both hands to simultaneously release the latches on both sides—only to hear two crisp "pop" sounds as the lid opened. At once, the living room was flooded with more refracted light, so bright it nearly became blinding. Inside one box lay a variety of diamonds, ranging in size—from larger than a pigeon's egg to as small as a soybean. Guan, who had been stunned, had only just brought out a necklace set with dozens of diamonds, while she presented an entire box of diamonds, the quantity exceeding tens of thousands. Looking at He Muqing, her expression now seemed entirely different—no longer impressed by wealth, as she had been just moments before. "This... this is all genuine," Guan stood up, pointing at the box radiating intense light. "It's impossible. Even the largest jewelry retailers in the country couldn't possibly stock such a vast quantity. These must be the legendary 'crystal' diamonds—glass items, right?" "You're judging me with the heart of a petty person," Qin Shao remarked dryly. He Mo Qing agreed, "All of this is true. Surely you must think that there's only you among the wealthy. How could you possibly imagine the financial strength of Xiao Feng? I deliberately acted as if I were stingy and elitist earlier—just to give you a genuine chance to truly understand your opponent!" Guan Wenfeng's face turned the color of liver again. He had hoped his gift would bring him credit, but instead it ended up being a complete embarrassment. Compared to a whole box of diamonds, a necklace was nothing. Moreover, Qin Feng was remarkably generous: "Take whichever one you like—when we get married, I'll set your wedding dress with diamonds!" Guan Wenfeng was utterly defeated, with no chance to recover at all. Outside, in the courtyard, Wei Qingshan sat on a large stone, casually holding a tablet, the screen displaying exactly what was unfolding in the living room. He smiled to himself, saying, "Little Feng truly has a big budget—such a valuable item as diamonds, and he brings a whole crate of them. Hand over Little Qing to him, and you won't have to worry about living a hard life. As for Xiao Guan, Xiao Guan, your intelligence is certainly above average for your age, but compared to Feng, you still seem a bit green. I hope you remember this lesson!" The old man installed over thirty cameras throughout the room, so he could monitor any corner at any time. Of course, he's quite decent—he didn't peek at their night together last night. Guan Wenfeng stood up, his expression subdued. All his life, no matter what he did, he had always been a winner. This was the first time he had lost, and this loss was truly devastating. He Mengqing called out to him, "Hey, are you going? Don't forget your things—unless you take them, we'll really treat them as trash. Look, there's even a bottle of wine here! Grandpa now only drinks wine from Feng. He barely gives a second glance to anything else!" "Guan saw the handsome young man glance back at the gift he had given to his grandfather, thinking—now I understand why he didn't like it. Wei Qingtian tossed the tablet aside, angrily saying, 'Girls are so outgoing! They've already sold out Grandfather so quickly. Guan family will surely think it's me who blocked this marriage proposal. Now I'm the one carrying the blame!' To avoid losing contact, please remember our backup domain: txt02.com. Guan Wenfeng picked up the two gift boxes and hurried out. He Fei gently pulled at Qin's sleeve, asking, 'Don't you think we've gone too far? This will surely affect the relationship between the two families!' 'It doesn't concern me,' he said cheerfully. 'As long as it doesn't impact Qin family, I'm fine!' 'Wait a minute,' He Fei protested, 'You can't be this irresponsible! Aren't you just watching the relationships between He, Wei, and Guan families break down, and feeling happy about it?' Qin Dashi held her close and said, "Don't worry. Your marriage to Guan Wenfeng was arranged by both families, but it was you who ultimately declined Guan Wenfeng's proposal. Any conflict, therefore, exists only between you two—there's no issue between the families themselves. After all, everyone is an adult, especially those navigating the business world. Wouldn't they tear each other down over this matter?" At that moment, a military vehicle stopped beside them, and He Zhengjun leaped down, addressing Guan Wenfeng, who was about to close the car door. "Guan Xiao, how did it go? Surely everything went smoothly—Grandfather has no reason to refuse your request!" He meant that as long as Wei Qingshan agreed, Daughter He Muqing's opinion would be ignored, no matter how much she might resist—she would ultimately have to marry someone. Guan Wenfeng was even more incensed. You must know that your daughter has a boyfriend! If you knew, why did you make me look so foolish coming here, facing Grandfather, and now you dare to ask me about it? It's all intentional, isn't it? He said with irritation, "He Zheng, if you want to watch me suffer, just say so—there's no need to play games!" He Zhengjun was taken aback—what did he mean? Last night he had been warmly calling him "Uncle Guan." Now he was being referred to as "He Zheng." Clearly, he wasn't planning to make him his son-in-law. He suppressed his frustration and asked, "So, what exactly is going on?" "H "Guan, huh," the handsome man remarked, "You're absolutely brilliant at playing the part—you could easily win Best Performance! Are you planning to marry two men? Watch out—I'm going to file a complaint. This isn't over between us. I'll make sure you feel the pressure. We Guan family won't rest until this is settled. Driver, what are you standing there for? Waiting for us to feed you? Go, drive!"