"Brother!" Zheng Wanqing stood up and went to greet him as if she had been pardoned.

Zheng Yuheng was wearing a white coat, with a gentle smile in his eyes.

He looked energetic, and even the smell of disinfectant in the clinic seemed refreshing.

"It is said that people feel refreshed when they are happy. It turns out to be true." Zheng Wanqing tilted her head and looked at her brother with a sly gleam in her eyes.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Yuheng deliberately straightened his back and stroked his meticulously combed temples with his fingers: "Of course," he turned up his nose like a proud peacock, "I want to be the most handsome and elegant official in Tianjin in April."

After saying that, he even solemnly adjusted his collar, which didn't have any wrinkles to begin with.

Zheng Wanqing couldn't help but burst out laughing when she saw his expression, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

"Let me see," he suddenly said seriously, holding his sister's shoulders with both hands and looking at her carefully, "The climate and soil in the Marshal's Mansion don't seem to be very good. My sister has become thin."

"Nonsense," Zheng Wanqing punched him, "I've gained weight."

The brother and sister were laughing and joking, Zheng Wanqing's bell-like laughter and Zheng Yuheng's hearty voice intertwined and echoed in the flower hall.

Ye Qiulan leaned on the armchair and looked at them, with a loving smile on his eyes and eyebrows. He didn't even notice that the tea in his hand had gotten cold.

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something important, and placed the teacup in her hand on the table with a ding.

"You two can chat slowly," she stood up and straightened her clothes, "I'll go to the kitchen to see how lunch is prepared."

Before leaving, he turned back and reminded: "Yuheng, remember to let Wanqing drink more hot tea."

When the footsteps of her parents gradually faded away, Zheng Wanqing immediately moved closer to her brother and lowered her voice very low: "Brother, what do you think of Qingyi's marriage?"

Zheng Yuheng's smile faded a little, and a complicated look flashed across his eyes: "Father decides."

"Since Chen Chong'an already has a wife, why is he still..." Zheng Wanqing said with a frown.

She took a deep breath and said, "Forget it, brother, do you know what kind of person he is?"

Zheng Yuheng paused for a moment. He recalled the conversation that Changqing, the eldest son of the Customs Supervisor, had in the teahouse some time ago.

Zheng Yuheng didn't know what to say. Some time ago, the eldest son of the Customs Supervisor, Changqing, told him that Chen Chongan was interested in getting close to his fourth sister, and he came to propose marriage not long after.

Chen Chong'an had been trying to get close to the fourth sister on various occasions. His attentiveness was obvious to everyone. I didn't expect him to come and propose marriage so soon.

"Chen Chong'an..." he chose his words carefully, "relying on his family's financial resources to spend money like water in the concession. I also mentioned it to my father, but..." He smiled bitterly and shook his head.

In my father's eyes, these are nothing.

The stubborn old man always believed that it was natural for a man to have three wives and four concubines.

What's more, Chen Chong'an has a wealthy family and is quite prestigious in the business world.

My father repeated this statement countless times at the dinner table.

"Wanqing, the Zheng family is not the Xie family. We don't have so many styles. Father has made his decision, and no one can change it." Zheng Yuheng said with a sigh.

Zheng Wanqing clenched her fists: "But Qingyi..."

"She agreed in person." Zheng Yuheng interrupted her, "I was there that day too."

Zheng Wanqing widened her eyes in disbelief: "How could she..."

"We can only... respect her wishes." Zheng Yuheng said in a soft voice.