DAYS passed in relative peace. It surprised Luo Yan. He had expected the Shen family to make some kind of move, maybe try to shame him and Shen Ji Yun publicly or create trouble for their families' businesses. But nothing happened. Not a single thing. He wasn't complaining, but it felt surreal, like bracing for a hurricane only to be met by a mild breeze.
He had a feeling he knew who to thank for that. Shen Ji Yun's grandmother was likely the one keeping things in check. She was probably the only person who could hold back her husband, her son, and even her grandsons when needed.
As the days quietly passed, the turn of the year came and went without much fanfare. Then, before anyone could blink, the Spring Festival arrived. Lunar New Year brought with it the usual rush of preparations, family gatherings, and the warm chaos that always seemed to follow. The holiday passed in a blur of food, visits, and red envelopes.
