The afternoon light poured warmly through the villa's tall windows, bathing the living room in a soft, golden hue. It danced across the polished floors and the plush sofa where Su Wanyan remained dutifully on her knees, the scene both comical and strangely endearing. Mo Xingxue sat gracefully on the sofa, holding a now-content Mo Yan in her arms, while the quiet tension between them crackled like electricity in the air.
The peaceful atmosphere shattered the moment the front door swung open.
"We're back!" Qin Yuran's bright, energetic voice echoed through the villa as she burst inside, practically bouncing with leftover excitement from her day out. Song Meiyu followed closely behind her, a soft smile on her face.
Qin Yuran headed straight for the living room, her bright energy filling the space. "Hey—!"
The greeting died in her throat.
