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Today was the first time such a gathering of nobility had taken place.

Standing here, Wang Zheng and Zhang Mingqi seemed rather too young.

Looking at this magnificent crescent hotel, Wang Zheng gently closed his eyes, extinguishing the fire within them.

Seeing Wang Zheng close his eyes, Zhang Mingqi also began to regulate her emotions; after all, if one counted by bloodline, this entire family in the hotel was still part of her grandmother's kinship.

Wang Zheng’s eyes were closed, but his thoughts had not ceased for a moment. That old man inside the hotel, the one respected by every official in China, had destroyed his dragon scales and all the efforts made by him and his grandfather over their lifetimes. With just a movement of his lips, that old man caused elite soldiers from China to start fighting each other. Could it be that power was truly so important for men

The elders on this square who were scrambling to ingratiate themselves with others were Wang Zheng’s greatest enemies; all the blood feuds stemmed from them.

How could Wang Zheng possibly remain calm at such a moment

And Zhang Mingqi standing by Wang Zheng’s side was also overwhelmed with emotions.

If not for the Su family's sinister schemes, her mother would never have died under mysterious circumstances; she and Zhang Mingquan could have had a normal childhood, growing up healthily with their parents around. Later on, Zhang Mingqi studied alone in America, becoming a powerful woman in business, while Zhang Mingquan became unruly, indulging himself in games—undeniably, this was closely related to losing their mother at such an early age.

For ten whole minutes, Wang Zheng did not open his eyes. When he looked at the magnificent building, there were still faint traces of battle smoke in his eyes.

"Let's go inside," said Wang Zheng, looking at Zhang Mingqi; her resilient expression deeply touched him.

"Let’s go," replied Zhang Mingqi, linking her arm through Wang Zheng's and smiling slightly, a very beautiful and moving gesture.

Wang Zheng also smiled and held Zhang Mingqi's slender hand with his broad, warm palm. Zhang Mingqi let her own hand be firmly grasped by Wang Zheng, feeling the warmth from his hand, she felt a sense of security like never before. At this moment, she only felt that the man beside her could shield her from wind and rain; after enduring alone for so long, in this warm palm, she finally found the long-missed sense of safety.

In others' eyes, Zhang Mingqi was a strong woman who had brought the family business to unprecedented heights after taking over the Blue Sea Group. But no one knew that the more she seemed to have a man's heart, the more fragile her inner self actually was, and she needed care more than others did. Only their tough exteriors concealed this.

Today, Wang Zheng wore a green and black checkered suit with a yellow tie, adding an element of fashion to his formal attire. Zhang Mingqi, on the other hand, wore a short red stand-collar windbreaker with a beige checked cloak diagonally draped over her shoulders. This woman was such that no matter what she wore, it exuded charm; even casual combinations made her look stylish.

Wang Zheng and Zhang Mingqi both wore checkered outfits, making them look like they were in matching couples' attire. Holding hands, one could easily mistake them for a couple.

The two of them stood out so much among the crowd that Su Tianran and Su Tianming had already locked their eyes onto them.

"Mingqi, Young Master Wang, welcome, welcome," said Su Tianran with a smile as he glanced at their intertwined arms. "Today is my grandfather's birthday party; many guests have come. Let’s all get to know each other and have some fun."

"I should have visited Grandpa sooner, but I’ve been busy recently and only managed to make it today," Zhang Mingqi said cheerfully as she placed the invitation on the table.

Su Tianran also smiled: "Grandfather has mentioned you a few times. But I need to be an usher today, so I can't chat with you both."

At this moment, Su Tianming had yet to notice his brother's stunned expression.

"What How could it be you" Su Tianming stuttered in astonishment.

The man dressed in a checkered suit holding the hand of a beautiful woman with such poise and elegance was the same veteran who once lay crying at the door of the Han family, hugging an old dog

Su Tianming found it hard to believe his eyes; this contrast was simply too great.

The last time Su Tianming went to the Han family with his father Su Beijiang for a marriage proposal, they had been met by a stranger who blocked their way. Although everyone knew that there was no special relationship between the man and Han Xinye, Wang Zheng became the target of everyone’s frustration. However, later on, when Wang Zheng's old dog Xiaolong recognized its former owner after being fed for many years and Wang Zheng also recognized Xiaolong, the scene of them hugging each other in tears moved everyone to their core.

"Why can't it be me" Wang Zheng countered with a smile, extending his hand and saying, "Let's formally introduce ourselves. My name is Wang Zheng."

Su Tianming hesitated for ten seconds before recovering and extended his hand.

“You know him” After Wang Zheng and Zhang Mingqi went in, Su Tianran looked at his brother with some puzzlement.

"Yes, I've met him. When I once went to the Han family on behalf of my father for a marriage proposal, he was dragged over by Han Xinye as a shield," said Su Tianming. "He's an ex-soldier and I don't have any bad feelings towards him personally, but it annoyed me that Han Xinye used him as a shield."

“The Wang family’s heir turned into an ex-soldier” Su Tianran felt greatly puzzled.

"What Wang family's heir" Su Tianming was clueless about what his brother meant.

"Oh, never mind. Let’s discuss it later," said Su Tianran, suppressing the confusion in his heart and saying to Tianming, "Change a few people to greet guests. We’ll go inside and chat with the guests."

By this day, many high-ranking national leaders had already arrived at New Moon Hotel ahead of time, but naturally they came lightly accompanied by only a small entourage. Although there were bodyguards accompanying them, they did not blend into the crowd and hence did not attract much attention.

In the center of the hall sat an energetic elderly man on a large armchair. He was not short in stature with completely white hair and beard, but his face was ruddy, looking full of vitality, neither deaf nor blind, and even without any missing teeth.

This old man was Su Fuhua, a legendary figure in China. At this moment, he looked like at most seventy years old and didn't look like an eighty-five-year-old elder at all.

Today, Su Fuhua wore a red Tang suit and accepted the blessings of his descendants with a smile. In front of him were all incumbent officials in China who were junior to him. However, today being his grand birthday celebration, he did not want to make it too political. The atmosphere was harmonious, so much that if one didn't know better, they would never guess that this elderly man with a gentle smile on his face was the evergreen tree of Chinese politics, whose influence still spread throughout every corner of China even after stepping down from office.

At this moment, Su Wanwan stood behind the armchair helping Grandpa Su gently massage his shoulders. Clearly, Grandpa Su liked this little granddaughter of his; he laughed and chatted with her in low tones, but she blushed and lowered her head, no longer answering him after that.

Su Beijiang and Su NanGuo, the two most outstanding sons, were also wearing Tang suits and standing left and right behind Grandpa Su, warmly greeting guests. Today, these two powerful men set aside their usual airs and graces, full of smiles and enthusiasm as they entertained guests.

"Old Commander, your unruly subordinates have come to wish you a long life," three men in their fifties or sixties walked forward and bowed deeply before Grandpa Su.

"Wei Guo, Kang Mei, Yun Long, it's been so long since I've seen any of you. You guys must stay and drink with me now."

Chen Weiguo, Wang Kangmei, Li Yunlong—these people are all generals in the Chinese military forces. They have served under Su Fuhua ever since they entered the army and were undoubtedly among Grandpa Su's most favored students.

Chen Wei Guo smiled and said, "Old Commander, it’s so good to see you healthy and well. I often recall the times when I was your guard," looking back on those days with fondness.

In his early years, Chen Weiguo had been a bodyguard for Su Fuhua, later becoming the company commander of the security platoon and being highly appreciated by Su Fuhua. Now he is an admiral, but in front of Grandpa Su, he never acts arrogantly; instead, he always considers himself as one of the students from the Su family, because he knows that without Grandpa Su's support and recognition, there would have been no Chen Weiguo today.

"Yes, it has indeed been many years," Su Fuhua continued with a smile. "Back then, all three of you were reckless youths who didn't hesitate to risk your lives in battle; now you're all fathers and grandfathers. You've grown old, but at least you still have time left—unlike this old man here who might be heading for the grave soon."

Hearing Su Fuhua speak like that, everyone's expressions changed dramatically.

Su Huan also scolded in a reproachful tone, "Grandpa, you're not allowed to talk like this. You have to live another hundred years."

"Old Commander, please don't say such things," Li Yunlong and the others quickly said, "We still plan on following your command."

“Command what Now we’re in a peaceful era; why talk about fighting all day” Su Fuhua’s old eyes flashed with sharp light as he replied, his voice slightly cold.

"Old Commander, it was my mistake to speak out of turn," Li Yunlong immediately corrected himself when he realized what he had said wrong. Realizing that he had made the Old Commander unhappy, sweat started to bead on his palms.

“Ah well, never mind. Actually, I’ve always liked soldiers; they’re straightforward and honest. Nowadays young people are so serious all the time—it’s a waste of youth,” Su Fuhua said.

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