Why?
Xu Zhenyu took a deep breath and was unable to speak.
He was twenty-five-years-old this year and turning twenty-six soon. As a soldier, he had given his pride, glory, life, and most of his time to the country, sweating and bleeding for it.
However, besides being Colonel Xu Zhenyu, he was also the bloodline of the Xu family. As a grandson and a son, he had other responsibilities—to pass down the family line.
From last year, Grandpa and Mother had started to make preparations for his wedding.
He had already been forced to be matchmade and to attend all sorts of private gatherings.
Han Mofeng said that to forget an old relationship, one had to start dating someone new. Thus, he permitted Mother's various arrangements and met all sorts of women for meals.
However, some things really couldn't be forced.
Once the woman sitting opposite him wasn't Wen Xinya, he felt uneasy, extremely vexed, and even had nothing to say.
