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On the round table made of fine hardwood, a variety of delicious dishes were already laid out, their enticing aromas wafting through the air. Qing Cang inhaled this familiar scent, feeling a gentle warmth rise in his heart. The delectable food before him was all prepared by his mother, a powerful businesswoman who had personally cooked to welcome his return. He glanced at Li Jiuyue, his eyes filled with faint gratitude.
At the southern end of the dining table sat Qingbo Nation, sitting upright and looking exceptionally spirited. "I have already spoken with your leader. This time you are back, I have approved ten days of leave for you to take care of your lifelong affairs!"
"Cough... cough..."
Qing Cang struggled to swallow a mouthful of soup. His grandfather truly wouldn't let him rest for even a moment! "Yesterday, I was practicing in the morning with Grandpa Dong. His granddaughter just returned from studying abroad. I discussed it with Grandpa Dong and arranged for you two to meet tomorrow!"
"Dad!"
Li Jiuyue called out, "Cang'er just got back; I want him to accompany me for a few days!"
"Bringing a daughter-in-law home means you'll have more company!"
Qingbo Nation's expression turned stern as he reprimanded Li Jiuyue, then turned to Qing Cang: "As the saying goes, if you can't even sweep your own house, how can you manage a larger army? If you can't handle your own marriage matters, how can you command thousands?"
Qing Cang truly didn't understand how commanding an army related to getting married. What kind of logic did this old man have to arrive at such a conclusion?
"I've met Grandpa Dong's granddaughter before; she's an educated and refined young lady from a prestigious family!"
Qing Guorong used his gaze to soothe the somewhat displeased Li Jiuyue and then signaled Qing Cang not to go against Qingbo Nation's wishes. A sharp glint flashed in Qing Cang's dark eyes as he nodded and said in a low voice, "Grandpa, just do as you see fit."
"What do you mean by 'do as you see fit'? It's not me getting married! We are soldiers; we must uphold the soldier's spirit of taking responsibility. It's just a meeting; what's so great about it? You, boy, fussing around like this—you're becoming more and more like a delicate person!"
If those soldiers under Qing Cang heard this, they would surely laugh their heads off. The black-faced General, whom everyone feared, was actually called a sissy by his own grandfather at home?
Qing Cang was completely speechless. After a meal, during which he prayed countless times for it to end quickly, it finally came to a close. Using the excuse of feeling unwell, Qing Cang finished his meal and slipped back to his room.
Outside the window, a cold wind blew by. Qing Cang walked to the window and noticed that at some point, the sky had turned overcast with continuous rain; the entire century seemed shrouded in mist. The crescent moon that had just hung in the sky had long since disappeared without a trace.
Qing Cang pulled the half-open curtains shut and walked into the bathroom. A moment later, he emerged wearing a white bathrobe, droplets of water still clinging to his well-toned dark skin. He held a large towel in his hand, roughly drying his tousled black hair.
“Knock knock knock,” came a series of knocks on the door. “Cang'er, it's Mom. Can I come in?”
Turning around and seeing the closed door, Qing Cang strode over, reached out with his long arm, and opened the door to find Li Jiuyue standing outside with a steaming cup of milk.
“Cang'er, drink this cup of milk; it will help you sleep. Look at you over these five years; you've grown taller but have lost weight and gotten darker!”
Qing Cang took the tray from Li Jiuyue's hands. “Mom, come in and sit for a while!”
“Okay!”
A glimmer of joy flashed in Li Jiuyue's eyes. The purpose of bringing the milk was so she could have a good chat with Qing Cang, to share her feelings after five years apart. Of course, there was something even more important: “Cang'er, are you getting used to life over there? I see you've lost quite a bit of weight and gotten much darker!”
Li Jiuyue entered the room and quickly sat down on the sofa in the corner, her gaze fixed on Qing Cang, filled with a mother's concern for her son.
Qing Cang remained silent as he sat down across from Li Jiuyue. Initially, there had been quite an uproar at home regarding his decision to go to the Northwest; Li Jiuyue had vehemently opposed it, even insisting that he abandon the military for business. As a result, old Commander had been very angry. In the end, it was Qing Cang who voluntarily requested to go, which finally calmed the storm at home.
"Cang'er, I just discussed with your father. Do you remember Aunt Li from back then? Her daughter is currently working at my company and is my capable assistant, Ming?"
Li Jiuyue paused, looking at the silent Qing Cang, and continued, "Ming, how about you meet her first?"
The old Commander in their family was used to being in control, but that didn't mean he couldn't take action. Although Xiujuan's status was not as high as Sister Dong's, she came from a wealthy family, and her father was a business partner of his. If the two of them could marry, wouldn't her career reach new heights?
"It's just a meeting; in the end, it's still up to you to decide who you choose!"
Seeing Qing Cang's sullen face, Li Jiuyue quickly added, after not seeing him for five years, she felt that the Qing Cang sitting in front of her had become someone unfamiliar.
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