Until the seventh day of the new year, there were guests coming to our house continuously. Thankfully, the poultry and fish were all pre-processed, so cooking them wasn't a hassle. It only took a person a little over an hour to prepare a big table of food, and afterwards, Hu Zi and Qin Xi helped with washing the dishes and cleaning up, so Li Xianglu managed to stay on top of things.
That day, Li Jianqing and Leng Qing didn't get back until after eight o'clock in the evening. Leng Qing was pale, looking like she had just recovered from a serious illness.
Once Li Xianglu had settled them in, she dragged Li Jianqing aside to ask what exactly was going on.
Li Jianqing was silent for a while before he said, "Leng Qing feels that I don't care about her. She finds this kind of life unbearable and very tiring."
Li Xianglu frowned and asked, "Then, Third Brother, what's the matter with you and Leng Qing? Do you really not like her?"
