Family, Love, and a Sinister Case

Lan Qisheng descended the stairs and gazed at his stern-looking grandfather, who sat rigidly on the sofa. He approached and sat in front of him.

Before he could say a word, his grandfather's firm and authoritative voice filled the air.

 "Are you certain about your choice?"

"Yes, Grandpa. I love him, and I have decided to spend the rest of my life with him."

"Tsk, that's assuming he even accepts you first. A brat like you doesn't have a single outstanding quality to entice a kid like him."

Lan Qisheng fell silent when he heard what his grandfather had said. He then stared at him patiently but sceptically.

"Grandpa, whose side are you on? Aren't I your grandson? Wouldn't you help me achieve my happiness?"