Qin Qiao was 167 centimeters tall. Amongst females, she was already considered tall.

However, she was clearly a lot shorter when she stood next to Zhan Qing who was 186 centimeters tall.

“Hello, Great-Grandpa!” Qin Qiao greeted politely as she pushed her spectacles up.

She looked like a perfect student.

Although she called Zhan Qing her ‘Ninth Uncle’, she had to call Xiao Ding ‘Great-Grandpa’ according to their seniority.

Qin Qiao could feel Xiao Yihan’s sharp gaze from her left.

It was so cold that she could feel a few burn holes burning through her from his gaze.

Two years had passed by really quickly.

“The lad is quite handsome. Do you have a girlfriend already?”

Xiao Ding chuckled as he patted Qin Qiao’s shoulder.

Anyone could tell that Xiao Ding liked Qin Qiao a lot. People who looked nice were often liked by elders as well.

“N—No, Great-Grandpa!”

Qin Qiao trembled from Xiao Ding’s pats.

Although the old man was already in his eighties, he was still rather strong and his pat made Qin Qiao want to take a few steps back.

However, Zhan Qing had grabbed her waist to prevent her from moving away.

“This child is a little weak and shy!”

Zhan Qing furrowed his eyebrows slightly. He was a little annoyed at Qin Qiao for being such a weak coward.

When Zhan Qing said this, Xiao Yihan’s lips curled up into a scoff.

And Qin Qiao happened to see the scoff. Their eyes met all so suddenly and Qin Qiao instantly looked away.

“Yihan, come greet your Ninth Uncle. Also, you, what are you called?” The ‘you’ Xiao Ding referred to was the girl next to Xiao Yihan.

“It’s been a long time, Ninth Master. This is my… fiancée, Zhong Li!”

The moment Xiao Yihan spoke, Qin Qiao had closed her eyes slightly. It was such a familiar voice.

His voice was still so moving, sounding as pleasant as a violin melody.

All of those soft murmurs by her ear came from this mouth. They were all so moving and touching.

Fiancée…

This woman was his fiancée. That Xiao Yihan, who said that he would only marry her, already had a fiancée.

“Hello, Ninth Master!” Zhong Li greeted Zhan Qing obediently. Her charming eyes were filled with limitless coyness.

“Hm!” Zhan Qing merely hummed.

It was not that he didn’t like her, but he had always been like this.

No one knew if his hum was in response to Xiao Yihan or to Zhong Li.

“Qin Qiao and Yihan are about the same age. However, according to seniority, Qin Qiao, you will have to call Yihan Uncle!”

Xiao Ding said as he patted Qin Qiao’s shoulder again.

This time, Zhan Qing grabbed Qin Qiao’s waist directly, just in case she wanted to move back again for being a weakling.

However, when his palm touched Qin Qiao’s waist, Zhan Qing felt a cold shiver trailing from under his hand.

How could Qin Qiao call Xiao Yihan ‘uncle’?

She called him ‘Hanhan’ in the past, but she received a white eye from Xiao Yihan every time.

Xiao Yihan, who was dressed in a white suit, exuded pride and nobility from head to toe. He appeared gentlemanly yet transcendent as well.

He just coldly stared at Qin Qiao—the woman he loved so much that he went crazy.

He would wait for Qin Qiao to call him ‘uncle’, just so he could see how she would do it.

No one present there knew that Qin Qiao, the outstanding teenager, was a woman.

No one knew, but Xiao Yihan.

Under her ridiculously handsome face, Qin Qiao was so steel-hearted that she almost drove him crazy. She didn’t take pity on him at all!

When Qin Qiao looked up, she saw how Xiao Yihan’s angry eyes didn’t match his elegant and noble appearance at all.