"There are some things that smart Miss Zheng will understand sooner or later."

Xie Yun did not give me a direct reply. What did he mean?

Zheng Wanqing lowered her eyes, her slender fingertips unconsciously tracing the faint rouge stain on the edge of the porcelain cup, but her thoughts were as tangled as a tangled thread.

At this moment, Xie Yun suddenly leaned forward without warning, his movements as fast as lightning. He was so close that Zheng Wanqing could even clearly smell the elegant fragrance of jasmine hair oil in her hair.

Before she could react, everything happened.

"The engagement will be made tomorrow, and the wedding will be held this week." His voice was low, and the sound of the second hand of his watch moving was particularly clear in the silence. "The situation forces us to do this, so we can only keep it simple. I'm sorry, Miss Zheng."

Zheng Wanqing suddenly raised her eyes and her gaze met his deep eyes. Those eyes, which were usually cold and stern, were like the sea before a storm, with a turbulent undercurrent and too many dark things hidden in them that she could not understand.

"The wedding style is up to Miss Zheng's preference." He stood up slowly, and the hem of his straight military uniform brought a slight breeze, which made the sugar bowl on the table creak. The sound was particularly crisp in the quiet garden. "The combination of Chinese and Western styles suits you very well."

As he walked further away, the "clacking" sound of his military boots on the marble floor gradually weakened.

Zheng Wanqing was still staring blankly at the milk foam in the cup. The milky white foam was struggling to rise and fall in the dark brown coffee, just like her shirt that was stained with mud and water in the chaos in November that year.

The next day, sunlight shone through the mottled leaves, casting a golden glow all over the ground. Zheng's residence was immersed in a peaceful and quiet atmosphere, with the occasional chirping of cicadas adding to the laziness.

He walked towards the gate of Zheng's residence with firm steps, each step was steady and powerful, and his military boots made a rhythmic "thump thump" sound on the ground. The gatekeeper saw that it was Xie Yun and hurriedly opened the door respectfully.

After entering the house, Xie Yun went straight to the hall. At this time, Zheng Shaoqi was discussing matters with several housekeepers in the hall. When he heard the servants report Xie Yun's visit, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. Although he didn't say anything, his expression revealed his surprise at Xie Yun's sudden visit.

Xie Yun strode into the hall, and scanned the people in the hall with sharp eyes. Then he bowed slightly and bowed to Zheng Shaoqi, "Uncle, I hope you can forgive me for my intrusive visit."

Zheng Shaoqi nodded slightly, then looked at the butlers beside him, and said with a slightly solemn expression: "You go down first, I have something important to discuss with Marshal Xie." Upon hearing this, the butlers nodded respectfully and retreated quietly, with slow steps, for fear of disturbing the slightly serious atmosphere.

Then, Xie Yun signaled to the attendant beside him. The attendant immediately stepped forward and held the ebony gift box steadily in both hands.

In the afternoon sunlight, the ebony glows with a deep and mysterious light, and the gilded eagle emblem on the box reflects dazzling light.

Xie Yun raised his hand slightly and took off his clean gloves, revealing his long, strong fingers with sharp joints. He tapped the lock with his fingertips, and the sound was crisp and clear.

"According to the rules of the sixth period of Baoding, gun barrels must be polished before they can be brought into the bridal chamber. Uncle, please check it out." Zheng Shaoqi said with a hint of curiosity and doubt.

He slowly walked to the gift box and opened the lid. A strong, cold breath hit him in the face. It was the unique pungent smell of gun oil, mixed with the elegant fragrance of cedar wood, which instantly spread throughout the hall.

In the box, there lay an exquisitely shaped pistol, with a faint blue glow on the gun body. Under the pistol, there lay a neatly folded railway equity certificate.

Zheng Shaoqi picked up the Jinpu Railway equity certificate and could feel the newness of the paper as soon as he touched it, as if it was still warm. The wax seal on it had not yet completely dried, and the seal was a strange overlap of the military emblem and the Zheng family crest.

When Zheng Shaoqi saw the share certificate, his pupils dilated slightly, and his eyes were filled with shock that was difficult to conceal.

After putting down the share certificate, Zheng Shaoqi picked up the Browning pistol again and examined the gun carefully. There was a string of mysterious numbers engraved on the bottom of the grip, which seemed to hide an unknown secret.

"This is..." Zheng Shaoqi's fingertips gently stroked the number marks on the bottom of the gun handle, his eyes revealing a hint of confusion and curiosity, and he looked up at Xie Yun.

Xie Yun leaned forward slightly, the afternoon sun casting a deep shadow on his brow: "The cotton yarn from Pier No. 3 can be used as money for Wanqing's rouge." He paused for a moment, "From now on, Uncle, just call me Yumin."

"Yumin, Wanqing has been spoiled since she was a child, please bear with her. I am handing Wanqing over to you, and I hope Yumin can treat her sincerely." Zheng Shaoqi's eyes were full of worry and expectation. He gently stroked the edge of the share certificate, and the paper made a slight sandy sound, as if responding to his inner worries.

"Don't worry, uncle." Xie Yun's eyes inadvertently swept across the skirt that flashed by at the corner of the building. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible tenderness.