When the car drove into Yunding Palace, the rain hadn't stopped yet, rustling as it fell on the greenery in the courtyard, a natural white noise.
The car door opened, and Shen Jianian stepped down with the cake.
Fu Jichen got out from the other side, carrying the flowers Shen Jianian had given him.
Passing through the living room, Fu Jichen handed the flowers to Cheng Jin, instructing her to find a vase and bring them to the third-floor bedroom. After a few steps, as if suddenly remembering something, Fu Jichen stopped and turned back to tell Cheng Jin, "Leave them downstairs for now, send them up tomorrow morning."
This meant he didn't want any disturbances for the rest of the evening.
Whether Aunt Cheng understood Fu Jichen's implied meaning or not, Shen Jianian understood, feeling a bit embarrassed to see what expression Aunt Cheng might have, she lowered her eyes and was the first to enter the elevator.
