Qin Jian sat in the center of a group of leaders, listening to their small talk. From time to time, someone leaned over to strike up a conversation with him. Almost everyone in the military knew that Qin Jian was the son of the military region’s Commander, the legendary "tiger cub" born into a family of generals. He was himself the pride and legend of the army group, so naturally, everyone who got to meet him couldn’t resist expressing their admiration. While dealing with the conversations, Qin Jian’s gaze carefully searched the crowd for his wife and son. Since entering the venue, he hadn’t seen them even once. A wave of melodious music passed, and the hall fell into silence as the wedding ceremony officially began. The bride and groom emerged under the watchful gaze of the crowd, and applause thundered beneath the stage. Their appearance was truly dazzling. In this rustic and earthy 1980s setting, such a uniquely styled wedding already felt refreshing, let alone one where wedding suits and bridal gowns were involved. Feng Yuzhi beamed with delight, seeing her son so handsome and upright, and her daughter-in-law so elegant and composed. A chorus of exclamations of admiration spread throughout the surroundings. Almost everyone commented on how distinctive this wedding was, marveling at its thoughtfully crafted design. The bride and groom had walked out, and next in line were the bridesmaid and best man. The bridesmaid was An Hao, dressed in a white chiffon dress. She stood quietly, holding a bouquet of roses and smiling, exuding an innocence and purity reminiscent of a sixteen-year-old girl. The best man was Yan Ye’s best friend, Ji Chuan, whose striking appearance also drew many admiring gazes. Their appearance sparked another round of applause. After searching for so long, Qin Jian finally found his wife. His gaze immediately lit up with amazement, filled with a mix of appreciation and fascination, his complete attention fixed on her. An Hao seemed to sense someone admiring her. She turned her head slightly and instantly found Qin Jian in the crowd. Her lips curled into a gentle smile, dimples forming at the corners, as she directed an enchanting smile his way. At that moment, it felt as though all external sounds had drifted far away. The only thing Qin Jian could hear was the rhythmic beat of his own heart. Original content can be found at novᴇlfire.net After more than four years of marriage, as love gently transitioned into familial affection, when all passion and excitement seemed to fade with the passing years, Qin Jian was suddenly struck deeply by his wife’s glance and smile, his heart racing anew. That feeling of heart fluttering was like the first warm breeze brushing away winter’s chill, waking all things, bringing them to life in budding vitality—a stirring sensation! Like a shy young boy seeing the person he secretly admired for the very first time, it felt as though he’d fallen in love all over again. In a particularly inconspicuous corner of the crowd, another man was gazing at An Hao. His expression was somewhat dazed, his eyes seemingly unfocused, yet his gaze was undoubtedly fixed on An Hao. His lips quivered slightly, silently murmuring words only he himself could discern: "An Hao... An Hao..." A woman’s sixth sense is often remarkably accurate. Aside from Qin Jian’s unabashedly warm gaze, An Hao also perceived a different set of eyes fixed on her from another direction. Following her intuition, she scanned the crowd, and her gaze finally landed on a young man. Their eyes met mid-air. An Hao’s gaze carried a hint of probing curiosity, but unexpectedly, the man lowered his head and avoided her eyes.