Zhou Luchen had been away for a few days.
It was raining in Northern Capital City—a summer downpour. Dark clouds pressed over the towering skyscrapers, and during the evening rush hour, the roads became even more congested.
The East Third Ring was jammed as far as the eye could see, its entrances choked with a chaotic snarl of vehicles.
Shen Jing had no choice but to lean back in her seat to try and sleep. She instructed Zhuang Ming, "Turn off the music. I want to sleep."
Zhuang Ming glanced back at her. "Are you in a hurry for a social engagement?"
Shen Jing shook her head.
「The temple's back entrance.」
A Hongqi car waited quietly.
Zhou Luchen, holding an umbrella in one hand, got out of the car and slowly ascended the steps.
The Zhou family matriarch smiled contentedly. Through the misty rain, she gazed at the spirited Zhou Luchen, her expression affectionate as she laid a hand on his sturdy arm.
Since the New Year, she had been able to see him quite often.
