And for a while, in that quiet golden afternoon, there was nothing but the steady rhythm of their hearts beating together as one.
After lunch, the household staff crept, clearing the dishes with practised grace as the faint scent of jasmine tea lingered in the cool air.
Old Master Lu rose slowly, leaning on his carved cane, his sharp gaze sweeping over the table, "Zi Zhen, Ting Cheng," he called, his voice calm yet carrying unspoken authority, "come with me to the study room."
"Yes, Grandfather," Lu Zi Zhen replied immediately, bowing his head slightly as he stood. Beside him, Lu Ting Cheng nodded silently, his expression neutral and controlled.
They expected him to summon them since they have been handling the company, and most of the activities have been shifted to China, as they will be flying back in the evening or the following morning.
