After hanging up the phone, Mu Xingfeng let out a long breath, while An Ran tilted her head and stared at him unblinkingly.

Mu Xingfeng glanced sideways, reaching out to touch her soft earlobe, "What’s the matter?"

"Why do I feel like Grandpa told you something really important? You look very serious."

Since he picked up the phone, there was no special expression on Mu Xingfeng’s face, and it was only at the end that his emotions slightly softened. Could it be that after his promotion to Major General, the Mu Family was not as happy as he had imagined?

"No," Mu Xingfeng worried that An Ran might overthink, so he explained to her, "The promotion of guards to Chief Guard is valued by the state, and the ceremony usually takes place on Army Day. Such ceremonies are under immense attention, and the promoted officers gather at the Imperial Guard Team’s highest honor building, where the Imperial President personally awards the certificates to the promoted officers. However, the Empire is newly establishing a Special Training Team directly under the central command, and such news is not convenient to disclose externally. My identity will also be kept confidential, so I didn’t attend that ceremony. All matters were directly handled by the Guard Team on my behalf, and everything proceeded quietly. Grandpa was worried I might have thoughts about this, so he specially reminded me."

Mu Xingfeng’s voice was low and pleasant, unhurried, flowing gently like clear spring water, yet An Ran heard different emotions within it.

"Mu Xingfeng, you are my hero," An Ran wrapped her hands around his lean waist, listening to his strong heartbeat, whispering softly.

Being the youngest Chief Guard in the Imperial City, what an esteemed honor! And this honor was earned from him completing one outstanding task after another, braving difficulties, with blood and sweat.

But such glory cannot be shown to the world; his efforts cannot be acknowledged by more people, and An Ran felt heartache for him.

Upon hearing his little wife’s words that he was her hero, Mu Xingfeng felt warmth envelop him, gently kissing the top of her head, and chuckling, "Mm, I only want to be my wife’s hero. Wife, Grandpa asked when we plan to have children."

"Ah?" An Ran raised her head, feeling that Old Mr. Mu was jumping topics too quickly.

Just now, he had been seriously educating his grandson, and then suddenly asked when they would have children. Wouldn’t such a conversation disrupt the previous image?

"Eldest Sister is already pregnant now. According to logic, we registered earlier than them, so Grandpa is a bit anxious. You know, ever since you acknowledged with the Shen Family, Grandpa keeps coming over for no reason, and now he comes even more often, constantly boasting in front of Grandpa that he’s going to have a great-grandchild." Mu Xingfeng said with a look of helplessness.

"Grandpa is going to have a great-grandchild, but doesn’t Grandpa still get a great-grandchild too?" An Ran was somewhat speechless, unable to understand Old Mr. Mu, Old Mr. Shen, and Old Mr. Lin’s childish behaviors. They were clearly so old, yet they competed like children every day.

"But Grandpa says the child will bear the surname Shen."

An Ran: "..."

Why is Grandpa even more childish than Old Mr. Mu?

An Ran still remembered the last time Old Mr. Mu pretended to be sick, eager for a great-grandchild. She knew the elderly had always hoped to see the fourth generation, and thinking about it made her feel guilty.

Mu Xingfeng is already twenty-seven years old this year. If he had married a woman of similar age at the time, Old Mr. Mu probably would have had a great-grandchild by now. But she still had to go to school, and after graduating from university, it would take at least three more years.