Ten minutes later.
Night Juniper appeared under the gazebo.
“Chief Night.”
War Yin got up.
“I’m sorry to disturb you.” He was flying back to Guancheng in the evening, so that was why he had the cheek to come and disturb Night Junbo today.
Night Juniper smiled, “It’s alright, Mr. War, please have a seat.”
After asking Zhan Yin to sit down, Night Jun Bo asked his brother to inform the housekeeper to arrange for some tea and snacks to be sent over.
“I wonder what area Mr. War would like to ask me for advice on?”
With a slightly embarrassed look on his handsome face, War Yin said, “Mr. Night, it’s my personal relationship problem, and I would like to ask Mr. Night for advice, because Mr. Night and I are both going down the route of a flash marriage.”
Night Jun Bo did not yet know about War Yin’s flash marriage. One second to remember
Jun Ran didn’t go home to say that.
Hearing War Yin’s words, Night Jun Bo was surprised to look at War Yin.
A man like War Yin, who was cold by nature, would actually get married in a flash.
“How long has Mr. War been flash-married? Is it true that you have fallen in love with your flash marriage wife?” Night Juniper actually had an answer in his heart.
If War Yin hadn’t moved on, he wouldn’t have dwelled on it, and he wouldn’t have come to disturb him on the second day of his new marriage.
“We’ve been flash married for three months, I think. She’s the one who saved my grandmother’s life, and when she became her saviour, my family was grateful to her and expressed their gratitude. My grandmother was particularly fond of her, probably because there were no girls in my generation.”
After a pause, War Yin said, “Our family’s situation is similar to that of your family, Mr. Night, I think, in that both yang flourishes and yin declines.”
“I had never met her before and didn’t know much about her, but she saved my grandmother and I was still grateful to her inside. Who knew that soon after, the wind changed and my grandmother was always saying good things about her in front of me, saying that she wanted her to become our War family’s daughter-in-law.”
Recalling his grandmother’s daily nagging before he received his license, War Yin continued, “I thought of our family’s nine brothers, except for the younger two who were indeed too young to be suitable, the remaining ones, no matter which one of them could marry her.”
“As a result, my grandmother asked me by name to marry him, I naturally refused and was angry, thinking that she was a woman with a deep heart, intent on flying up to become a phoenix because she had saved my grandmother, even though my grandmother had repeatedly explained that this was her old man’s intention.”
“I couldn’t listen to her at all and nailed her down as a scheming woman, explaining to my grandmother countless times that she shouldn’t be deceived, but my grandmother wouldn’t listen, and demanded that I must marry her with the air of being the head of the family.”
The days before the flash marriage were also a headache for War Yin.
His grandmother was one of those people who would not stop until she got what she wanted.
She had a crush on Hai Tong and wanted him to marry her, so she chanted every day, saying that he was repaying his grandmother’s kindness by marrying her instead, and that he would be unfilial if he didn’t marry her.
Such heavy words were said.
He was born a proud son, but he was forced to marry by his grandmother so much.
Jun Ran poured a cup of tea for each of Zhangyin and his elder brother, and also poured one for himself, then ate a snack while sipping the fragrant tea and listening to Zhangyin’s confession.
“General War later agreed to marry that girl, right?”
Night Jun Bo asked.
War Yin nodded, “My grandmother even put a label like unfilial on my head, so I could only marry her.”
“I told her on the day of the license, because we had no emotional foundation, we married first by stealth, and I didn’t tell her that I was the youngest master of the War family.”
Night Jun Bo caught the point, War Yin was hiding his identity.
Just like when he had concealed his identity and pitted Mu Qing.