The Yan Mansion stood tall and imposing, its red-tiled roof glinting faintly under the morning light. As Xia Yuqing and Yan Rouxi stepped out of the car, the heavy wooden doors swung open, and the old housekeeper came forward with a warm smile.
"Welcome back, Young Miss. Mrs. Lu." His tone was respectful but kind, like a grandfather welcoming children home.
Yan Rouxi's eyes softened as she looked around the grand entrance hall. "Where's Dad?" she asked lightly, though there was a trace of nervousness in her voice.
The housekeeper chuckled, his eyes warm with fondness. "Master is in his study. He's already waiting for you."
Hearing this, Yan Rouxi raised her brows and leaned closer to Xia Yuqing, whispering, "See? He must have seen us coming. He's prepared."
Xia Yuqing gave a small nod, her lips curving faintly. "Then he must already know why we're here."
Yan Rouxi sighed softly, her fingers twisting together for a moment. "I just hope he agrees."
