As the laughter and chatter filled the room, the housemaid entered briskly and approached Feng Wanming.

"Mr. Feng, there's a young man outside asking for you," she said, handing him a photo and a military medal.

The moment Feng Wanming saw the photo and medal, he was visibly shaken. He quickly picked them up to examine them closely.

"This is..."

A look of surprise and joy appeared on Feng Wanming's face. He eagerly asked the maid, "Is the young man still outside?"

"Yes!"

Upon hearing the maid's confirmation, Feng Wanming swiftly stood up and hurried to the door.

"Dad, who is it that's got you so excited?" asked Feng Zitong, the youngest daughter of the Feng family, puzzled as she watched her father rush to the door.

Feng Wanming seemed not to hear her, as he hurriedly exited.

Feng Zitong turned to her mother with a look of confusion. "Mom, do you know who it is? Dad seems so excited he didn't even hear me."

Not only Feng Zitong, but all the Feng family members, including Old Master Feng, looked at Feng Wanming's wife, Li Yuemei, in confusion.

They were surprised to see Li Yuemei's face turn from red to pale, her body trembling as she murmured, "Someone from the Jiang family is here."

"Mom, what Jiang family would make you so pale?" Feng Zitong asked, noticing her mother's distress.

After a moment, Li Yuemei looked at Old Master Feng and slowly said, "Dad, have you forgotten? Wanming once arranged a childhood betrothal for Yiyun."

With Li Yuemei's words, everyone instantly understood.

The childhood betrothal Feng Wanming arranged for Feng Yiyun was well-known in the Feng family.

The other party was Jiang Hao, the son of Feng Wanming's old comrade.

"Grandpa, if it really is Jiang Hao, you must stand up for my sister. Don't let Dad marry her off to a stranger just because of an old promise!" Feng Haoming, the second son, looked anxiously at his grandfather.

He knew that in the Feng family, his father was the one who made the decisions, but only his grandfather could possibly persuade him.

The others also looked to Old Master Feng for help.

Old Master Feng raised his hand, signaling everyone to stay calm, and then slowly said, "For now, let's wait and see how things unfold."

...

Feng Wanming walked out of the courtyard and saw Jiang Hao standing outside the gate.

Seeing Jiang Hao's worn and outdated attire, his eyes turned red, and he quickly stepped forward to grasp Jiang Hao's hands.

Jiang Hao recognized Feng Wanming too. Compared to his childhood memories, Feng Wanming looked older, but his features hadn't changed.

"Haozi, you finally came. You have no idea how hard I've been searching for your family all these years!"

Feng Wanming was so emotional that his body trembled slightly.

Anyone who knew Feng Wanming as the calm and composed type would be shocked to see him like this.

Jiang Hao, who had spent years in a world of blood and violence, had long forgotten what family affection felt like. At this moment, he felt it from Feng Wanming.

This moved him slightly. "Uncle Feng, I'm sorry I'm late and made you worry!"

Feng Wanming patted Jiang Hao's hand and smiled with relief. "It's good that you're here, it's good!"

"Haozi, why did you come alone this time? Didn't your parents come with you?" Feng Wanming looked behind Jiang Hao, puzzled by the absence of others.

Hearing the mention of his parents, a shadow crossed Jiang Hao's face. After a moment, he said, "My dad passed away before I turned ten.

As for my mom, she left me less than two years after my dad passed, without a word."

Hearing about the misfortunes that befell his old comrade's family, Feng Wanming was struck like lightning, murmuring in disbelief, "How... could this happen..."

With his murmurs, deep sorrow appeared on Feng Wanming's face.

"How did your... dad pass away?"

"His old chest injury flared up again."

"Old chest injury... flared up again!" Feng Wanming's face showed deep remorse. "It's all my fault, it's all my fault. If Jiang hadn't saved me... he wouldn't have been injured, and the old injury wouldn't have flared up..." The more Feng Wanming spoke, the more pained he looked.

After a long while, Feng Wanming collected himself and patted Jiang Hao's shoulder. "Child, you've had a tough time all these years."

Jiang Hao smiled slightly.

His life had been eventful and full of ups and downs, but he wouldn't call it tough.

After his father passed and his mother left, he became an orphan and was taken in by his master.

After completing his training, he joined the assassin organization 'Wolf' by chance.

Later, due to his exceptional skills and marksmanship, he gained the favor of the leader, the 'Wolf King.'

Eventually, when the Wolf King retired due to injury, Jiang Hao became the new Wolf King...

...

As Jiang Hao followed Feng Wanming into the villa, the taxi driver who had witnessed everything from a distance was dumbfounded.

He had assumed Jiang Hao would be turned away like those before him.

Unexpectedly, not only was Jiang Hao not turned away, but Feng Wanming, the chairman of the Feng Group and a prominent figure in Wuling City, personally came out to greet him.

Their interaction was so cordial that anyone would believe Jiang Hao was Feng Wanming's son.

Who exactly was this rural boy?

The taxi driver was filled with regret. Had he known, he would have tried to get closer to Jiang Hao to benefit in the future.

Regretting his missed opportunity, the taxi driver quickly started his car and left.

Thinking of his earlier words, he wished he could find a hole to crawl into.

...

Jiang Hao's arrival was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, creating huge splashes and ripples.

Initially, everyone held some hope for Jiang Hao, but seeing his cheap canvas clothes and cloth shoes, they were instantly disappointed.

Jiang Hao was clearly here to live off the Feng family and get rich overnight.

Feng Yiyun was beautiful, a graduate of a prestigious foreign university, and highly capable. At only twenty-six, she had already built her company to a respectable size.

Compared to Jiang Hao, they were worlds apart.

Marrying Feng Yiyun to Jiang Hao would be like a toad eating swan meat.

As the person involved, seeing her childhood betrothed, Jiang Hao, in such a state, Feng Yiyun felt a deep sadness.

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If her father truly forced her to marry Jiang Hao, it would be worse than death.

Feng Wanming understood his family's initial reaction to Jiang Hao, but he didn't mind. Instead, he introduced Jiang Hao to his family.

Old Master Feng, though not fond of Jiang Hao's rustic appearance, smiled and nodded as he inquired about Jiang Hao's family background.

Upon learning that Jiang Hao was only a high school graduate, with a deceased father and a mother who had abandoned him, Old Master Feng felt a pang of sympathy.

But sympathy aside, marrying his granddaughter to Jiang Hao was out of the question.

"Haozi, this is Yiyun. Do you remember her? You used to play house together as kids," Feng Wanming said, pointing to his eldest daughter and laughing heartily as he introduced her to Jiang Hao.

Indeed, Feng Wanming had taken his daughter Feng Yiyun to the Jiang family once when she was young, but it was only for a week.

Hearing her father mention playing house with Jiang Hao as a child, Feng Yiyun, who was already resistant to the childhood betrothal, looked visibly displeased.

"Hello, Yiyun. It's been years, and you've changed so much. If Uncle Feng hadn't introduced you, I might not have recognized you," Jiang Hao said with a smile.

Feng Yiyun's transformation surprised him. He recalled the seven-year-old girl with a ponytail who used to hop around him, now grown into a beautiful woman. He couldn't help but marvel at the passage of time.

After hesitating for a moment, Feng Yiyun forced a smile. "I'm sorry, but my childhood memories are quite vague. I don't remember much."

She said this to keep her distance from Jiang Hao.

Feng Wanming shot his daughter a stern look, knowing her thoughts as her father.

Jiang Hao looked at Feng Yiyun and gave a wry smile. "I understand."

"This is my second son, Feng Haoming."

"And my third daughter, Feng Zitong."

Feng Wanming continued the introductions.

Jiang Hao nodded to them. "Nice to meet you. Please take care of me."

Though Feng Haoming was reluctant to respond, he nodded out of respect for his father's authority.

"What brings you to our home suddenly?" Unlike her brother, Feng Zitong showed no courtesy, pouting as she questioned Jiang Hao.

Jiang Hao smiled slightly. "I'm here to fulfill my father's last wish."

"What last wish?" Feng Zitong pressed on.

Jiang Hao smiled again. "My father didn't tell me before he passed. He said I'd know when I came to the Feng family."

"Stop pretending. You're here to marry my sister and climb the social ladder, aren't you?" Feng Haoming couldn't stand Jiang Hao's pretense any longer and interrupted before his sister could speak.

"Let me tell you..."

"Haoming, shut your mouth!"

Before Feng Haoming could finish, the already furious Feng Wanming cut him off.

Seeing his father angry, Feng Haoming fell silent, but he transferred his anger to Jiang Hao, glaring at him as if he wanted to devour him.

"It's all your fault for causing trouble in our family," Feng Zitong muttered to Jiang Hao, afraid her father might hear.