Yang Muchen was leaning against the stone balustrade of the long corridor, his arms folded across his chest as he waited.
The heavy silence of the estate's private wing seemed to amplify the steady tick of his own wristwatch. The moment he heard the soft click of the bedroom door opening, his eyes instantly locked onto Chen Ying. He stood up straight, his protective instincts naturally taking over as he scanned her face for any signs of fatigue or distress.
"How did it go?" he asked, his voice echoing softly in the quiet, empty hallway. "Did she give you a difficult time? My grandmother is not a woman who concedes easily, even when she owes someone her life."
Instead of answering verbally, Chen Ying smoothly opened her clutch, pulled out the heavy, embossed legal document with the gleaming golden seal, and held it up between two slender fingers.
