Wang Yujia listened to Qin Feng's words, paused slightly, then asked excitedly, "Is it really true?" "Of course it is—when have I ever lied to you?" he smiled. Wang Xiaoniu leaped three feet high, pulled out her phone and said excitedly, "I'm calling Dad right away to make him happy! Your husband is absolutely wonderful—thank you so much, and also, please extend my thanks to Mr. Wei!" Xiaoniu bounced off to the side, enthusiastically relaying the news to Wang Changling. Though both of them served as deputy mayors, this was still the provincial capital—higher in status than Pingluan City. He Muying tugged at his sleeve and said, "Grandpa said you don't need to thank him at all—just take the time to visit him in Beijing whenever you can!" "Qin Shao thought to himself that when his brother went to the capital, he didn't just bring a pile of good things—he simply said, 'Alright, once you've settled your company matters, let's go see him together!' When Wang Changling heard the joyful news from his daughter, he was equally thrilled. After all, he had originally believed that securing the position of Party Secretary of Pingluan City would already be considered a great achievement. At that time, with Lian Mingfei firmly holding the secretary's post, he had few opportunities to advance. But later, when Lian Mingfei stepped down, Wang Changling successfully became the acting secretary of Pingluan City. Just a few months later, he was again appointed as the acting secretary of the provincial capital. Many people now thought he had no powerful backing—could he really hold on to his current position? This outcome truly astonished everyone. Who would dare now say that Wang Changling lacked a strong network, when it's impossible to climb so swiftly without one?" Wang Changling excitedly walked back and forth in the room. Wang Fu, who was busy in the kitchen, asked, "What's wrong? Didn't your daughter call you just now? Has she topped the exam?" Wang Yuji's academic performance was the best among the three little magic girls, but she hadn't quite reached the level of securing first place. Since the call came from their daughter, Wang Fu naturally assumed the best. "Not Yuji, but me," Wang Changling said, beaming and gesturing enthusiastically. "My husband is about to be transferred to the provincial capital and will be serving as the acting Party Secretary!" "What?" Wang Fu was taken aback. "Did little Yuji tell you?" According to standard procedures, the Provincial Party Organization Department should have been the one to notify him. How come his daughter had found out first? Seeing her wife's doubts, he explained, "You forgot that Xiao Jia is now in the provincial city, living with Wei Grandfather's granddaughter, He Muqing, and it's definitely through her that she's heard the news. Xiao Feng is highly esteemed by Wei Grandfather, so he must have helped arrange this—this is exactly what he told me before!" Wang Fu was still amazed: "I never thought Xiao Feng had such influence!" When Qin Feng first had a deep conversation with Wang Changling, he had indeed been moved, yet he hadn't dared to imagine that in just a few months, he could be promoted again. He waved his hand and said, "What's the point of cooking anymore? Let's just call the driver!" "Go to a restaurant," Wang Fu asked. "Which restaurant? Go to the provincial city," Wang Changling wasn't eager to rush off to see his daughter right away, but rather keen to meet Qin Feng immediately. "I'll call right away," Wang Fu understood. As the two were en route to the provincial capital, a call came from the leadership of the Provincial Organization Department, informing him to begin preparations—scheduled for a departure from Pingliang City one month later, to take up work in the provincial capital. "They all call that man 'husband,' and several girls have a close relationship with him," the server said. "As for his exact position, I'm not sure—I just don't think it's appropriate to ask!" The suit-clad man nodded and then walked into the adjacent room to share what he had learned with his colleagues. Leading the group was a young man in his twenties, with an air of self-importance. His father, the mayor of Shengcheng City, had recently been promoted to provincial party secretary and appointed as governor of the province. As the son of a provincial governor, he was truly the crown prince of Zhongyuan Province. The beautiful woman across the way caught his eye—though he was often reminded by his father to never do anything that would disappoint him, he remained relatively reserved. He hadn't planned on taking all the women across the way for himself; simply having one as his girlfriend would be more than sufficient. So he asked the waiter to find out what was going on. After listening to the suit's account, he frowned and said, "They're not regular customers here, and most people are talking about business matters—clearly, they're all from the same company!" The suit nodded and added, "I think that's exactly it. Also, I believe that man is a 'glass'—otherwise, why would all the young women keep calling him 'husband'?" In their view, arrangements like keeping a lover or maintaining a secondary wife were never meant to be public; who would be foolish enough to keep both their lover and wife together, only to end up with a crisis in the backyard? The prince smiled and said, "You're absolutely right—likely a 'glass.' How about this: let's have the waiter bring a few good bottles of wine, and I'll go over and toast them, hoping to get the young ladies' phone numbers!" Soon, the waiter arrived with three bottles of Lafite. The suit volunteered to take on the role of waiter, holding a large tray with three bottles of wine and glasses. Tap, tap, tap... Qin Feng and his companions were enjoying their meal when the doorbell rang. The server opened the door and saw two strangers. Instantly, she smelled the air and said, "Could I have your names, please?" "Here to raise a toast," the Prince replied, offering a smile he thought quite charming. "Oh, please do," the server said, not at all surprised—she assumed these two must be familiar with the guests inside. Roman was the first to notice them and remarked, "It seems a bit odd—no bar atmosphere at all!" "Yes," Chen Yue added. Since the girls had their own affairs after dinner, no one had gathered to drink, so no one had ordered drinks. The suit-clad man then stepped forward and said, "Ladies, Mr. Bi would like to invite each of you to have a drink—would that be a pleasure?" Before anyone could respond, he continued, "You might not know that Mr. Bi is the son of the future Governor of the province—his father is precisely our current Party Secretary, Bi."