The setting sun's afterglow streamed in from the window outside the room, lighting up Ye Shiqi's delicate and pointed little face.
Ye Shiqi was engrossed in a Medical Book, deeply absorbed in its profound medical theories.
Hongji's father returned home a bit earlier than his son, and instead of heading straight to the main house, he entered the adjacent smaller house—a routine he had grown accustomed to.
Mrs. Lai had resisted and made a fuss before, only to be threatened by her husband with a divorce and sent back to her family if she continued her tantrums.
Mrs. Lai resigned to this tactic, but the hatred in her heart had long been brewing, simply lacking a more intense catalyst to unleash this resentment.
Aunt Lai greeted her husband warmly, gently washing his hands, while the old man quite enjoyed the service his concubine provided for him.
