No one in the family knew when Da Meng had found someone he liked.

Qiao Lian'er was puzzled, but she only lifted a corner of the curtain, which allowed her to see below relatively clearly, while those below could not see her.

Da Meng searched high and low but couldn't find who threw the meatballs, so he had to give up and gently comforted the woman, "Let's go, it was just an accident."

The woman frowned slightly, still looking unhappy: "Brother Meng, I have a feeling that person did it on purpose. Who throws things on the street without checking if there are any pedestrians?"

“But we haven’t offended anyone, so who would be so bored? It’s alright, let’s go.” Da Meng looked at the woman with doting eyes.

This was the first time Qiao Lian'er had ever seen Da Meng Ge with such an expression on his face.

As the boys in the family grew up, she realized that the most valiant one was not Dayong or Dacheng, but Dameng. Now almost eighteen years old, Dameng had a rugged look in his handsome features and exuded a wild aura. He was like a young beast that had just come of age.

As expected, Old Man Qiao and Old Woman Qiao did not make a mistake when they named him.

Right now, Da Meng's gentleness is something she's still finding hard to adjust to.

She wanted to see the woman's face clearly, but the woman never looked up, like a delicate flower carefully hiding under the shade of an oil-paper umbrella, afraid of getting even a single snowflake on it.

However, Qiao Lian'er could sense from Da Meng's attitude that the woman was angry.

She did something dishonest, but it was insignificant compared to the environment she had to be constantly vigilant about.

After the two walked away, Qiao Lian'er watched the woman's slender figure disappear into the distance before turning her gaze away.

“Brother Da Meng has really grown up. The next marriage in the Qiao family will probably be with Brother Da Meng,” Pei Shijiu said leisurely.

“He hasn’t told his family yet,” Qiao Lian’er said.

“Perhaps the time is not right yet,” Pei Shijiu said. “Since we have some time, I’ll help you investigate that woman’s identity.”

He was just helping Qiao Lian'er train the army to ease the pressure during her most critical period. After all, they were new recruits, and the veterans were training together. The captain had only just been appointed.

Now that the mission has been successfully completed, he will not interfere too much in her military affairs, since she is the commander-in-chief of the fiefdom.

“Alright, as long as she’s harmless, let’s let Brother Da Meng do as he pleases,” Qiao Lian’er said.

Da Meng and the woman also entered a teahouse.

"Won't you get hungry if we only have tea and snacks and not a proper meal? Why don't we go to a restaurant or a eatery?" Da Meng said.

The woman gently shook her head: "Eat less for dinner, otherwise you'll gain weight. I've always done it this way."

Da Meng laughed: "It doesn't matter to me whether you're a little fat or a little thin, as long as you're healthy."

"But I still want to face you with my best self," the woman said firmly.

Da Meng was deeply moved. He wanted to cherish this girl who always thought of him, and he hoped he would be blessed with her.

As they sat down in the private room, the person opposite Da Meng had almond-shaped eyes and peach-blossom cheeks, eyebrows like willow leaves, and a graceful figure. Her beauty seemed to contain a hint of sorrow, and one glance from her would soften one's heart.