Loss of Control After Drinking, Forced to Marry the Capital's Eldest Daughter

An absurd night due to a misunderstanding changed Duan Ye's fate.

Duan Ye admitted his mistake to the woman he loved, but unfortunately, she didn't care at all.

The woman from t...

Chapter 211 Recognizing Zhang Shufen

until…

A familiar voice came from afar.

"Little Qingyuan, what's wrong? Don't you like this wine? Isn't this your favorite? Grandma brought some wine back from Türkiye, would you like to try some?"

Upon hearing the sound, everyone turned to look.

An elderly woman with gray hair smiled and carried a bottle of wine as she walked briskly toward them.

Everyone was watching, but Duan Jiancheng felt a sudden jolt in his heart. He quickly picked up his glasses and looked over carefully.

Luo Qingyuan's eyes lit up instantly; she thought...

Even her grandmother doesn't care about her anymore.

Duan Ye and Luo Shuyang both breathed a sigh of relief and stood up at the same time.

Duan Ye: "Grandma, why are you so late? Qingyuan was almost crying from waiting for you."

The old lady smiled and, with their help, sat down next to Luo Qingyuan.

Luo Qingyuan looked at her expectantly: "Grandma..."

The old lady smiled and put down the wine. Then she hugged her tightly and patted her shoulder gently: "Why are you crying? That's just your mother's personality, you know that. She's usually incredibly thick-skinned. What? You're going to kill yourself just because your mother scolded you a couple of times?"

Luo Qingyuan straightened up and retorted, "I didn't try to kill myself!"

The old lady was completely focused on her granddaughter, so she didn't notice that the usually composed man was showing signs of losing his composure.

"You're nothing like me. If you want something, go get it yourself. If your mom doesn't agree, can't you throw a tantrum and make her agree?"

The old lady's words made everyone present laugh.

Even Luo Kunjing's expression relaxed considerably.

At the banquet, only Duan Jiancheng's eyes were complicated, and he couldn't smile. Those long-sealed memories suddenly opened up.

Many years ago, they went to school together and worked their way up from Shanghai to Kyoto.

She once said the exact same thing as she does now: "When the country is prosperous and the nation is at peace, when I return from studying abroad, we will get our marriage certificate. I will wait for you. You must come back alive from the battlefield. Mr. Duan, you must also wait for me. You are not allowed to marry anyone else."

At that moment, he nervously asked her, "But... Miss Zhang, what if your family doesn't agree..."

Zhang Shufen was still wearing her school uniform at the time. She chuckled and said, "Then I'll throw a tantrum and make them agree. Anyway, my parents love me, hehe..."

"Mr. Duan, I have only one request for you: come back alive. Don't forget, you still have a fiancée waiting for you, so no matter what happens, I hope you can hold on a little longer..."

Now that these words are being spoken again, Duan Jiancheng couldn't help but tremble slightly with his hands hidden under the table.

The wound on my abdomen, which hadn't hurt for so many years, now seems to be throbbing slightly.

When the dagger pierced his abdomen, he truly believed he was going to die.

He carried her photo and went to the battlefield with his comrades and brothers. In the end, his comrades died, his brothers died, and only he remained…

Before his last trip to the battlefield, he made a desperate gamble, writing a will for my wife.

"My comrades have all died in battle, and I fear I will not escape death either. I only fear that I have wasted your youth and will regret it later. I hope you will choose a good man to accompany you. — Jiancheng's last words."

His entire body was stained with blood, covered in countless wounds, but... the letter wrapped in a white handkerchief and hidden in his bosom remained intact.

When the old lady finished speaking and looked over, Duan Jiancheng subconsciously turned away, avoiding her gaze.

Fortunately, the old lady didn't linger on him for long and quickly looked away.

"Alright, little Qingyuan, spend some time talking with your in-laws. I'll go talk to your mother now."

The old lady had a very decisive and impulsive personality; if she said she was leaving, she really meant it.

Luo Qingyuan pulled her back: "Grandma, sit down and have some food with us before you go."

The old lady smiled kindly: "Grandma has already eaten and isn't hungry. You all eat, and enjoy the wine Grandma brought. It's so sweet."

The old lady finished speaking and left, disappearing very quickly.

Now, the atmosphere seemed much more cheerful.

Luo Qingyuan was also happy.

Duan Ye smiled and affectionately reached out to gently pinch the tip of her nose: "Are you satisfied now?"

Luo Qingyuan nodded: "I'm satisfied. So Grandma still loves me after all."

Luo Shuyang laughed: "That's our own grandma, who else would we love more than you? Hurry up and eat!"

At the same time, Chen Manhua also came over carrying the child.

Luo Shuyang quickly got up to take the child: "The child could have been looked after by the staff downstairs. Why did you bring the child here yourself?"

Chen Manhua was already beautiful, but after becoming a mother, she became even more gentle and graceful. She smiled softly and sat down next to Luo Shuyang.

“Qingyuan has always wanted to see her little niece, so I brought her here. She’s well-fed and very well-behaved now.”

Luo Qingyuan stood up, wanting to snatch her niece from her brother, but Duan Ye stopped her.

"Sweetie, eat first, then go."

Luo Shuyang smiled and teased his daughter in his arms: "Yes, hurry up and eat, then I'll hold you."

Chen Manhua smiled gently and called out to everyone one by one, but…

When she called Duan Jiancheng, he didn't respond at all.

"Grandpa...Grandpa..."

Immediately, everyone's eyes fell on Duan Jiancheng.

Duan Sheng patted Duan Jiancheng on the shoulder: "Dad, Shuyang's wife is calling you."

Duan Jiancheng then snapped out of his daze, his brows showing signs of fatigue, but he quickly recovered and replied with a smile, "Oh! I was lost in thought for a moment, sorry."

Duan Jiancheng patted his pockets, took out a red envelope and handed it to Luo Shuyang: "Here, take this, it's a little something for your daughter."

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