My Future Wife

"This woman of yours, what do you see her as?" Yang Mujian tilted his head, his face feigning a look of serenity.

Yang Feng knew that the discussion would dive straight into this topic. "My future wife." He effortlessly replied.

At his words, Yang Mujian raised a brow, highly intrigued that his grandson had thought so far into their future. The two had never discussed the topic of marriage together, though there were talks about why he had remained single for so long. The reason Yang Feng always gave was that he did not need a distraction in his life, but it seems this grandson of his was a hypocrite.

Yang Mujian's sources had reported to him that it was Yang Feng himself who did the chasing. Yang Feng declared he did not want a girlfriend, for it was too much of a distraction, but he ended up running after the very thing.

"Why?"

"The purpose of dating is to get married."