While reading on his phone, Guan Wenfeng, usually so active at gatherings, sat quietly in a corner today, sipping his drink in silence. He's been worrying about this ever since. The more people mention it, the more uneasy he feels. The marriage alliance between the Guan family and the He family has already been widely circulated among the upper circles. Indeed, many people admire him—He Muqing not only comes from a strong family background but is also an exceptionally beautiful woman in her own right. As a military officer, she stands before anyone in a uniform and instantly satisfies the demands of most of the "colorful" suitors. Yet now, she has a boyfriend of her own, and Wei Qingtian has clearly expressed his support for her current partner. That means Guan Wenfeng has no chance anymore. In the past, he often boasted about this matter among the elite circles, only to feel deeply embarrassed when the woman he had been pursuing ended up with someone else. Now, however, keeping it hidden would only make him look foolish. With a determined resolve, he said, "That young lady from the He family has a boyfriend now—I'm out of the running!" "What?" the young prince gasped, and everyone gathered around immediately. The handsome guy recounted everything that happened in the morning in full detail, and all the folks who had been close to him lately expressed their outrage. "Who dares compete with Guan for the girl? What's that guy's background? How impressive is he, really?" one of them exclaimed. Another immediately added, "Matter of fact, no matter what his background is, can he possibly outshine Guan's? I think that young man must have swallowed his pride and courage—daring to challenge our future Guan's wife!" "IMHO, we should give him a good dressing-down," said a third, "so he'll understand that our city's not as warm-hearted as he might think—Guan's chosen girl isn't someone who can just casually snatch away." "Exactly," the third continued, "we can't allow such incidents to happen. Otherwise, people will no longer take us seriously. They'll start treating us as if we're just easy to challenge." "Guan, this isn't just your personal issue anymore—it's now affecting the entire group. We have to handle this with care!" "Guan Jian thinks what everyone's saying makes sense. My carefully chosen brides have all been snatched away—what's left of the law now? If this gets out, my face, Guan Wenfeng, will be completely ruined. Who'll still respect me as the future crown prince? A more cautious one suggests, 'I think we should first investigate that young man's background before taking action—otherwise, things might go wrong unexpectedly!' 'Then, I say, let's just hit him first, and then threaten him to leave the capital!' 'I fully support hitting him first. Even if he has connections, he'll be the one we beat—who will dare to step up for him?' Among the group, most are in their twenties—full of boldness and confidence. Guan Wenfeng feels it's better to gather more information first, and says calmly, 'Since all of you are so supportive, if I don't act against that young man, I'd be truly disappointing to you. I'll begin arranging things right away. Just wait and see how badly he'll suffer!' He feels much more at ease, raising his cup to toast his brothers. Not long after, someone brought over a document and placed it before him. He glanced at it briefly and smiled, saying, "That young man truly has the confidence to boast—he's a major officer in the Ministry of National Defense. Not bad for a rank, surely. But in our eyes, a major's just a minor title; we'll give him a good beating!" "Exactly—beat him up!" The group agreed. The information he could gather was only surface-level, since across the entire Chinese nation, only a handful of people had the privilege of reading Qin Feng's actual files. … The shouting from the neighboring room continued almost the entire afternoon, leaving Wei Qingtian unable to accomplish anything. Reflecting on the noticeable changes in his physical condition after consuming the supplements Qin Feng had sent him, he found it entirely unsurprising—Qin Feng could very well maintain his strength like a seasoned warrior. Yet he hadn't expected that this ability was innate, rather than the result of specific medications administered by Qin's younger brother. "Ah, my granddaughter will surely have a wonderfully happy life," he said, removing his glasses and setting down the book he had been holding for a long time without having read it. A while later, the two, dressed neatly, arrived at the first floor. On her face, the beautiful woman clearly showed the marks of a passionate romantic encounter, while Qin Feng walked with steady, confident strides, breathing easily and radiating excellent spirits. The old man didn't forget to add, "Young people, it's better to be a bit more moderate—doing too much will surely harm your health!" The woman blushed immediately, while Qin, the young lord, smiled and said, "Grandfather, I didn't know you still had the habit of listening at the window—this will surely be a problem! People will surely criticize you for being outdated!" The old man gave him a sharp look, "I haven't been eavesdropping at all! It's just that your voices were too loud—everyone else, including the chef and the housekeeper, must have heard it too!" "Ah," the woman said, gently pressing on his soft waist, "all your fault—they'll surely mock me!" "Hey, come on, this isn't my fault at all! I didn't even call for this!" Qin, the young lord, said with genuine frustration. He Fei, the beautiful lady, wouldn't be dissuaded: "It's you! If you hadn't been making things difficult, how would anyone have even thought to call?" The elder, watching the two quarrel, cleared his throat and said, "Alright, alright. You've already done all this—why are you still afraid of being criticized? After a full afternoon of intense activity, the two of you must be starving by now. I'll have the kitchen prepare something delicious!" Her cheeks flushed even deeper: "We're not having dinner at home!" "Oh," Qin didn't know about her arrangements and asked, "Then where shall we go? Should we go to He Uncle's? I'm sure he won't treat us well. Maybe we'd better skip it altogether!" "I didn't say we're going to have dinner with our parents," He Fei explained, mainly hoping to leave quickly so as not to be teased again by her grandfather. The old man smiled and said, "Let's have dinner at home. We can't guarantee food safety outside—at least at home, we have special deliveries!" "No, I insist on going out." She pulled Qin Feng toward the door. "Going out doesn't have to be this urgent—it's only five o'clock," Qin, the young man, was quite reluctant to leave the living room. The old man nodded gently with a smile, "Young people these days—always coming up with new ideas, full of energy!"