Wang Zhengguo, wearing an old cotton-padded jacket, welcomed Lu Zhiyuan into the parlor and gave a laugh at his words, "You are that satisfied?"
"Hmm." Lu Zhiyuan took a sip of the hot water poured by Wang Zhengguo, his face full of smiles. "Lu Jiang is a lucky boy to receive such a favorable opportunity from you. Now it all depends on whether he is fortunate enough." After all, things might not necessarily materialize as expected.
Besides, as a military man, Lu Jiang had to file a report for dating and another for marriage, both of which required approval.
If he failed the political review, he wouldn't be allowed to fall in love or marry, even if both parties were willing.
Now the fortunate circumstance for Lu Zhiyuan was Feng Qingxue's satisfactory background, coupled with Wang Zhengguo's familial ties to help facilitate matters, often solving what others might find troublesome.