Cheng Jin stepped out and jogged up to Wei Ronghua, holding her hands together nervously, her smile somewhat restrained: "Madam, you came."
She hadn't interacted much with her husband's mother, having only met her twice. Her impression was that this lady was elegant and poised, approachable. Perhaps due to her aristocratic background, even when Mrs. Fu smiled, there was an inherent sense of dominance that made one hesitant to truly get close.
"Is Jichen home?" Wei Ronghua switched her handbag to the other hand, lifted her skirt with her right hand, and walked up the stairs.
Her visit to Yunding Palace at this time clearly indicated she had inquired beforehand and knew Fu Jichen had returned from Jiang City. Asking was merely a formality.
"He's home." Cheng Jin replied promptly, "He just got back not long ago."
"He..."
Wei Ronghua wanted to ask how he was but reconsidered. Since she was already here, seeing him in person was better than hearing about him from others.
