The Maybach pulled away, leaving He Zhengjun standing in the cold wind, disheveled and confused. Even before the two families had planned to marry, Guan Wenfeng had always treated him with respect. But now, not only was he being cold and indifferent, he was also openly unkind, referring to him as "He" instead of using his given name. He recalled a phrase: "a woman married to two husbands." It was clear now—definitely, the patriarch hadn't managed well the relationship between his daughter and Qin Feng, and that had made young Guan aware of the situation. Otherwise, how could he be so upset? With that thought, he quickly stepped into the main hall. To his luck, he just happened to meet Wei Qingtian returning from his stroll. The patriarch, having been betrayed by his granddaughter, was visibly displeased. "Dad, what exactly happened? Why did Guan leave so angry?" he asked. The old man glanced at him and scoffed, "He walked out after getting hit—what does that have to do with me? He's gone now, that's good. I don't want to keep fighting over my granddaughter!" He felt a jolt in his heart—something was off with the old man's attitude. Wei Qingtian didn't bother with him, simply walked on toward the living room, and He Dashi, unwilling to interrupt, followed quietly and respectfully. The old man was known for his temper, and everyone in the family was well aware of it. Aside from his beloved daughter, He Muqing, no one dared to challenge his preferences, let alone confront him directly or speak to him loudly. As soon as they reached the living room, He saw his daughter seated in Qin Feng's arms, the two of them clearly enjoying a tender, intimate moment. Master He's face turned pale, as if he had indeed guessed right—the elder hadn't merely failed to drive the couple apart; he had actually created opportunities for them. Since they were going to have breakfast, Miss He finally rose from Qin's arms and greeted her father: "Dad, coming so early—any business?" Master He finally reached his breaking point, raising his voice an octave: "What on earth is going on? Why did Guan leave so upset? What did you say or do that was so unreasonable?" The "you" here included not only the two children, but also Wei Qingtian. The old man frowned, but remained silent. Qin Feng spoke first: "Uncle, what did you think we would say? All we did was what we should have done—expressed how deeply in love we were with each other. In the end, Guan was so touched he couldn't stop praising and blessing us!" "Shut up!" he exclaimed. He cut off his words and then asked his daughter, "Tell me yourself—don't lie!" He Muqing shrugged, "What Xiao Feng said is exactly what I wanted to say. The matter isn't as complicated as you imagined!" "You're fooling me!" said Mr. He, raising his tone. "Shut up!" the elder shouted at him, "This is my home. I'm not dead yet—how dare you give orders!" "Yes, I'm sorry—I was a bit excited," Mr. He quickly apologized to his father-in-law. How pitiful his son-in-law had become. Wei Qingtian hummed, "Can't we have a proper conversation? At our age, we're always getting angry—do you think you're special?" Mr. He nodded vigorously, "I'm sorry, Dad—I shouldn't have gotten so upset!" Didn't he feel pitiful? Since he'd married into the family, this was the first time he'd spoken loudly, and now he'd been given a good scolding. "There's something to discuss—go say it at the dining table. Once you've eaten, then you can wait in the living room." The old man strode straight toward the dining room. Master He watched as the three began breakfast, wishing he could say he hadn't eaten himself, but instead had to wait hungry. At the table, Wei Qingtian, the young man, didn't manage to spark much conversation. The old man glanced quietly toward the living room and murmured, "What are you planning to do? He's quite stubborn—He Zhengjun. If you want to settle him, it might not be easy!" Qin Feng smiled brightly and said, "Isn't there still the old man you're counting on? Just a few moments ago, your strong words made Master He instantly lose his composure. As long as you speak, won't he dare to oppose?" "He won't," the old man agreed. "But what benefit does this bring me?" "Didn't I give you three bottles of Zui Xian wine yesterday?" Qin Qingtian shot him a look. The old man narrowed his eyes: "Yesterday is yesterday, today is today. The three bottles of wine from yesterday were exchanged for my leniency toward you two—nothing to do with today. Xiao Feng, you're a businessman yourself. Isn't there a single investment in this world that yields lifelong benefits? Today you're asking me to do something again—can't you expect a new price?" Qin Da, inwardly cursing the man as a shrewd merchant, smiled and said, "Then what do you want? Just say it plainly—don't make it so indirect!" The old man chuckled: "Two more bottles of Zui Xian wine, please!" Hei Beauty wanted to say that Qin Feng actually had no less than three thousand bottles, so why not charge a premium, but then thought: now that she's part of the Qin family, she couldn't be too self-serving. So she kept quiet. Clearly, Hei Beauty had fully embraced her new role. Qin Da readily agreed: "No problem—two bottles, right? Is that enough? Or shall I send you a few bottles every year on holidays and festive occasions?" "That would be wonderful." "Old man patted his chest and said, 'From now on, it's all up to me. It'll only take a few words. If He's not listening, I'll peel his skin off!' Old man truly commanded the room, and Qin Shao gave him a solid thumbs-up. Master He felt restless in the living room, still unsure of the old man's true intentions, and on the surface, the old man seemed to treat Qin Feng better than he did him. Half an hour later, the three of them walked together to the living room. Old man spoke directly: 'Zhengjun, there's nothing else for you to do—just go back!' 'Ah,' Master He was startled—was this really a formal dismissal? 'What's all this about?' the old man replied. 'You needn't worry about Xiao Qing anymore.' Master He, encouraging himself mentally, said, 'Dad, Xiao Qing is my daughter. How could I possibly ignore her? What's really going on? Can you tell me the truth?' The old man glared at him and huffed, "If you want the truth, here it is—neither I nor Xiao Qing found much appeal in Guan Wenfeng. He's too insincere, really, a born politician. We've both taken a strong interest in Xiao Feng. He'll be my son-in-law, you hear me?" Although the uncle had anticipated this outcome, hearing it confirmed by Wei Qingtian himself still felt difficult to accept. The old man gave him absolutely no room for negotiation, impatiently adding, "You've heard everything you wanted to know. Why don't you just go? Do you plan to stay and have lunch with me? I didn't invite you, mind you. Xiao Feng and Xiao Qing will join me for lunch with Grandpa. Today's a good day—let's enjoy a couple of cups of tea."