"We did? Haha… But why are you here now? Did I invite you over?" Yueyao tilted her head, absently aligning her bangs to the back of her ear, her innocence jarring against the heavy atmosphere.
"That's my Uncle…" Fang Lin finally whispered, glancing at Shuren who was gazing at them.
"My husband is your uncle?" Yueyao's eyes widened in a mocking surprise. "How come you never told me? Well then, welcome to our home!" She cheerfully looped an arm around Fang Lin's shoulder and tugged her toward the kitchen, leaving everyone behind with a shocked expression.
Jin Shuren, watching the two women disappear, felt the strange tug of jealousy twist low in his chest. His gaze lingered on the kitchen doorway long after Yueyao's laughter faded down the hallway.
A warm laughter from her in this house was all he ever dreamed of. His jaw flexed, a warning ripple beneath his calm exterior.
He turned back to the virtual meeting that was going on. "Continue."
