"You two, get married as soon as possible." Qin Guozhong, accustomed to issuing orders, sounded like he was commanding them this time.

Qin Feimo was not very accepting of this marriage arrangement.

"We’ll talk about this later."

Actually, Qin Feimo’s answer had changed; it wasn’t like before when he outright rejected the idea of marrying Feng Jinglei. This time, the answer was "We’ll talk about this later."

But to others, this answer sounded like outright rejection.

"Decide now, don’t leave it for later."

Hearing that Feng Jinglei might have someone she liked, Qin Guozhong was anxious.

Feng Jinglei was his most favored choice for a granddaughter-in-law, whether it was her character or her family background; she was the best choice.

Of course, most importantly, she also carried Demon’s Blood, making her the perfect choice for his wife.

Since he first saw Feng Jinglei, back when she was just a teenager, knowing she had Demon’s Blood, he decided she would be his granddaughter-in-law, either for his elder grandson or the younger one.

But fate seemed to intervene; after bringing her to the Commander Residence, he realized she’d been admiring his elder grandson for a long time.

At the dining table, the solemn voice of Qin Guozhong made Feng Jinglei slowly lower her head.

She was unsure if she should speak, or what she should say.

She was well aware that Qin Feimo didn’t want to marry her, whether it was after that night’s incident or before, he wouldn’t marry her.

And Qin Grandpa’s decision was forcing Qin Feimo against his will.

Qin Feimo looked up, meeting Qin Guozhong’s gaze, feeling as though his resistance to the marriage was not as strong today compared to before, although he hadn’t thought about marrying Feng Jinglei, his resistance to Grandpa’s decision seemed less intense.

Was it because of what happened that night?

Lowering his gaze, Qin Feimo couldn’t unravel the strange feelings in his heart. And before he could understand his own feelings, he didn’t want to rush into marriage.

Marriage is not child’s play; once the ring is on the ring finger, it means a lifetime together.

The dining room suddenly fell silent, except for the sound of Qin Sijue eating.

He ate while glancing at Qin Guozhong and Qin Feimo, unclear about the situation between him and Feng Jinglei.

However, regarding Ma Qianqian, he had heard about it from Grandma over the phone.

Now his cousin probably wouldn’t marry Feng Jinglei, right?

Suddenly, Qin Feimo put down his chopsticks, "I’m not planning to get married yet."

After speaking, Qin Feimo stood up and left the dining table directly.

"Stop right there!" Qin Guozhong slammed the table, furious at Qin Feimo’s back.

Rejecting her so bluntly in front of Feng Jinglei left the girl embarrassed and completely disregarded his grandparental authority!

Zhuang Yanyan watched her grandson’s departing back, turning her head with sympathy for Feng Jinglei.

Then she glanced at the younger grandson, who appeared indifferent, thoroughly enjoying his dinner.

"Sijue!"

Qin Sijue looked up and saw the shadow on Grandma’s face, "What?"

"Stop eating! Persuade your cousin!"

"How can I persuade him?" Qin Sijue replied expressionlessly, feeling that matters of love couldn’t be solved by persuasion.