Qiu Mingyan stood atop the mountain, coldly watching the assistant housekeeper leave, then rode his motorcycle back to Chen Family Village.
On Feng Chengjin's side, Mai Shixiong had returned home frustrated, while Aunt Chen, like a shamed rat, hurried over to apologize yet again.
The ingratiating smile she wore was undeniably shameless.
Feng Chengjin sat with his legs crossed, looking down on her like a deity, and what occupied his mind most at that moment was this very feeling.
At this time, it was approaching half-past eleven, nearing lunchtime.
Feng Chengjin held an imported insulated cup in one hand, the exquisite steel gleaming silver like a diamond in the sunlight. He savored the bitterness and subtle fragrance of Sichuan green tea, while listening to Aunt Chen's endless chatter, a thin smile upon his lips.
