He wasn't sitting upright; he was leaning back on the sofa.

His features are more mature than they were when he was younger.

It's fair to say that if he only attracted young girls before, he's now capable of captivating women of all ages.

When Leng Huaqing saw him again after more than ten years, she couldn't help but be stunned for several seconds.

Such appearance, coupled with his military identity.

It's just too outstanding!

"I'm just going to see someone, you don't need to worry."

Leng Huaqing frowned. "How can I not worry about you? You should know that your current identity doesn't just represent one person."

Yes, in these thirteen years, his position has been repeatedly promoted.

Now, the only thing keeping him in check is Fang Shikai.

He no longer represents just himself.

It was the entire Guangbei army!

Representing Wang Fangshikai of Guangbei!

And others know that he is no longer the son of Fang Shikai.

It was through countless wounds and military exploits that he earned the title of First Young Marshal!

Hua Rong had forgotten exactly how many wounds she had.

In short, there are countless of them, and they're quite ugly.

But he felt a surge of passion.

This is something she couldn't have felt when she was a woman.

"I know, but I still want to go."

Leng Huaqing couldn't understand who was worthy of Hua Rong's devotion.

But she didn't ask.

We'll find out eventually.

Hua Rong stood up and walked downstairs from the Never-Night Pavilion.

To my surprise, I ran into an acquaintance as soon as I went downstairs.

"Oh my! Who is this wise and capable man? It's none other than Young Marshal Fang!"

Hua Rong was truly impressed by Wang Qi's skill in flattery.

What were clearly flattering words came out of his mouth in a refreshingly elegant way.

"Have fun, Mr. Wang." He glanced at the people around Wang Qi and gave a half-smile.