When Su Qinglan finally reached the treehouse, the familiar scent of home washed over her, melting away the stress of the day.
As she stepped inside, she found a surprisingly harmonious atmosphere. Hu Yan, Han Jue, and Rong Ye all stood up immediately to greet her.
Each of them took turns kissing her cheeks, making her feel warm and cherished.
Seeing her husbands getting along so well made Su Qinglan's heart feel full. She took a deep breath, catching a delicious aroma in the air.
"It smells amazing in here! What are you cooking?" she asked with a bright smile.
Hu Yan smiled back, his expression gentle. "Lan Lan, it's your favorite...hand-pulled noodles with savory broth."
Su Qinglan's eyes widened with excitement. "Oh, that's perfect! I am so hungry; I feel like I could eat three bowls," she said, walking further into the house.
As she moved, the little tiger cub Xiao Er scrambled over to her feet. He rubbed his soft, fuzzy head against her ankles, purring loudly.
