He smiled and raised his eyebrows. "It's my honor."
Lin Wenyu was speechless. She felt a cool breeze brush past her cheek, blowing away the hair beside her ear and stirring her heart.
When she returned home, the blush on her face had yet to dissipate. With lingering charm, she walked up the stairs unsteadily.
"Wenyu? Wenyu?" Qin Zufang called out to her a few times before she reacted.
"Mom, did you call me?"
Qin Zufang said angrily, "I made soup for you. Why didn't you get the driver to send it to you? Why aren't you drinking it now that you're back?"
"Mom, I'm full. You drink it."
Qin Zufang pulled her back. "How can I do that? Didn't you like to drink it before? Why don't you like it anymore? Are you tired of drinking it? I'll make another soup for you, okay?"
