That night, Jiang Muwan returned to Guanlan Villa carrying heavy bags of items, Lan Ying came out with the servants to carry the stuff.
Such occurrences were so common it's no longer surprising.
Mrs. Gu would often drag back so many items in one go.
If someone who doesn't shop often suddenly hits the stores, it would reach the point where they need a cart.
"Where should these go, madam?"
"Master bedroom."
"The dressing room?" Lan Ying asked again.
"No, just leave them in the master bedroom," without these things, arguing with Gu Jiangnian wouldn't be as entertaining.
Their marriage had reached a point not completely smooth or stable, but rather, a sort of balance in their interactions.
A balance neither too good nor too bad.
Both have edges, but more often than not, they refrain from showing them. For instance, as Muwan was heading upstairs, she remembered something and turned back to Lan Ying: "Call your sir and ask when he'll be back."
