I was pampered like a treasure after being married off to the young marshal, but my father and broth

Quan Wanggui was taken aback: "What does Third Aunt mean?"

Shang Sheyu stepped to the side and pushed Jiang Yueyan, who was behind him, to the front.

"This is Miss Yueyan from the Jiang family. You two must have played together a lot when you were little, right? What's wrong? Are you too busy and forgetful to recognize me?"

Looking at the exquisitely beautiful girl in front of him, who was so shy that she didn't even dare to lift her head, Quan Wanggui vaguely recalled the image of a little girl who always followed him around with a runny nose.

He hesitated for a moment.

"Is it... that Yueyan from Uncle Jiang's family?"

Jiang Yueyan's heart melted upon hearing "Sister Yueyan," and she nodded barely with a mosquito's buzz: "Brother Wanggui..."

Quan Wanggui smiled, the previous businesslike aloofness dissipating: "I didn't expect you to have grown so much in the blink of an eye, I really didn't recognize you just now."

Shang Sheyu chuckled inwardly as he observed the atmosphere between the two.

Jiang Yueyan usually seems carefree, but she turns into a quail when she sees her sweetheart.

"Alright, you old friends have reunited, you must have a lot to talk about."

Shang Sheyu pulled his cloak tighter around himself and tactfully walked outside, saying, "I won't be a third wheel here. I'll take good care of Yueyan. It's cold outside, so get her some hot food."

As Shang Sheyu passed by Jiang Yueyan, he leaned close to her ear and whispered teasingly, "I've created an opportunity for you, so seize it."

"I'll wait for you in the car outside. No rush, let's talk slowly."

After saying that, he winked at Jiang Yueyan.

Jiang Yueyan's face instantly turned bright red. She glanced at Shang Sheyu with gratitude and shyness, and nodded vigorously.

Shang Sheyu was in a great mood and left them the space.

After leaving the meeting room, she strolled slowly down the mahogany-floored corridor.

This was the first time she had carefully examined the interior of the Quanmen Chamber of Commerce.

Unlike the European luxury outside, the walls on both sides of this corridor are not decorated with famous paintings and calligraphy, but rather with framed handwritten works.

—Strive to save the nation through industry, and fight for every inch of land.

—Businesses have no boundaries; they coexist and thrive together. But if the nation ceases to exist, where will businesses attach themselves?

—To procure food for the soldiers at the front and to ensure the safety of the people in the rear.

The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, exuding a fierce and warlike aura.

There was no name at the end, only a small personal seal.

Shang Sheyu paused to examine the shop closely, a slight thought stirring within him.

It seems that the Quan family's ability to stand firm in the northern border is not only due to the guns in their hands, but also to the deep-rooted sense of patriotism.

Quan Wanggui and Quan Huai'an, these two nephews, seem to have very different personalities. One is refined and cultured, while the other is lively and unrestrained. However, they are surprisingly consistent in their admiration for their uncle, Quan Tuo.

Quan Tuo…

Thinking of that man who always had a cold face and was even somewhat aloof, Shang Sheyu found it hard to associate him with these passionate and stirring words.

In her memory, Quan Tuo was like a block of ice, ruthless and leaving no room for compromise.

Yet it is precisely this kind of person who has taught his descendants, all of whom are filled with a sense of righteousness.

How many aspects of this man are still hidden from her?

Just as I was lost in thought, a middle-aged man's voice with a smile suddenly came from behind me.

"Niece-in-law, what a pleasant time you're having!"

Shang Sheyu's back stiffened slightly, and a look of vigilance flashed in his eyes.

Quan Huaien's voice.

How did he end up here?

After quickly adjusting her facial expression, she turned around with a polite smile on her face: "Second Uncle."

Quan Huaien was dressed in a dark-patterned long robe and mandarin jacket, holding two walnuts in his hands, with his signature warm smile on his face, looking like a kind and benevolent wealthy old man.

But the man in black following behind him made Shang Sheyu's heart skip a beat.

The man had a cold face and sharp eyes; he was the trusted subordinate I had met at the Quan Mansion last time.

After seeing Quan Huai'en at the Quan mansion last time, she suddenly had the idea to ask Xi'er about the whereabouts of the maid who accidentally bumped into Quan Huai'en in the garden, and the result was...

She composed herself and avoided the gaze of her cold-faced subordinate.

"It's been a long time. I thought my niece-in-law had forgotten about her second uncle because of her important position." Quan Huaien walked closer with a smile, looking Shang Sheyu up and down. "I didn't expect my niece-in-law to have such a good memory."

"My second uncle is an elder, and I, Sheyu, would never dare to forget him." Shang Sheyu lowered his eyes, his tone respectful.

Quan Huaien smiled, glancing past her at the conference room door at the end of the room, and asked casually, "So, what brings you to this business association, niece-in-law? This is a place for business negotiations. If outsiders see the third young mistress of the Quan family showing her face in public, they'll probably gossip about it again."

There's a hidden barb in those words.

Quan Huaien was trying to trick her into revealing information.

Quan Wanggui controls the Chamber of Commerce, and even Quan Huaien has to get permission to interfere. Now that a newlywed niece-in-law has appeared here, how could Quan Huaien, with his suspicious nature, not be suspicious?

"Second Uncle is joking."

Shang Sheyu raised her head, her eyes clear and innocent.

"I was bored at home, and Wang Gui had some newly arrived foreign goods delivered to my residence. I liked them, so I thought I'd come to the Chamber of Commerce to see if there were any new or interesting items."

She never mentioned the translation.

Quan Huaien stared into her eyes for a long time, seemingly trying to find traces of lying on her face.

But Shang Sheyu looked calm, even with the naivety and ignorance typical of a woman confined to her chambers.

"So that's how it is."

He chuckled, seemingly believing it, yet also seemingly not.

He abruptly changed the subject, asking, "By the way, did your niece-in-law use the old ginseng I specially sent you when I visited your residence last time?"

Shang Sheyu sneered inwardly.

That so-called "century-old ginseng" looks glamorous on the outside, but it's actually a complete fake and worthless.

It's probably rotting somewhere out there right now.

"Yes, of course I used it."

A grateful smile appeared on her face, and her tone was as sincere as could be: "The things that Second Uncle sent are naturally excellent. I had someone make chicken soup, and after drinking it, I did feel much warmer. I've been sleeping soundly these past few days. Thank you for your concern, Second Uncle."

Quan Huaien's smile froze slightly.

The sound of walnuts being pounded stopped for a moment.

His subordinate in black behind him frowned and glanced at Shang Sheyu.

Quan Huaien was filled with doubt and unease.

The ginseng was tampered with by someone he had arranged; any doctor with even a little knowledge could tell the difference at a glance.

This girl made a big splash in the medical skills competition, winning first place in two rounds in a row, so her medical skills should be pretty good.

But she actually said she used it?

And you said it worked well?

Did she really not notice?

Or was she pretending to be stupid, deliberately putting on an act for him?

Quan Huaien narrowed his eyes and re-examined his seemingly weak niece-in-law.

If it's the former, then the so-called first place in the medical skills competition is probably questionable and not worth worrying about.

If it's the latter...

That girl's scheming is truly unfathomable.