Gu Yifeng, dressed in a deep blue robe, stood with his back straight, exuding an air of authority even as he remained still.
Though he had achieved success at a young age, the sudden events at home had given his face a detached, world-weary expression.
Mrs. Dong remembered when they first married; as the veil was lifted, she saw the same indifferent face, unchanged over the years.
Her husband's distant personality certainly had its reasons, yet she had never acted coquettishly like other women. No wonder there was such coldness between the couple.
"I thought Marquis loved beef, so I had the kitchen make some today, and there's also Jiangnan wine Father sent. Please try them, Marquis." Mrs. Dong showed a flash of awkwardness but relaxed when she saw that Marquis displayed no unusual expression towards her.
Dinner was already set, and Mrs. Dong dismissed the servants, choosing to serve him personally.
"Sit, there's no need for such formality," Gu Yifeng waved his hand.
