She hadn't expected to get home before Ye Junqing. This left Ye Xingguang feeling sullen. She placed the durian on the table, salivating at the sight of it.
Resisting the urge, she took a bath, washed her hair, put a face mask on, but still, Ye Junqing was yet to return. As she lay in bed tossing and turning, her thoughts kept returning to the durian in the living room. Eventually, her resistance crumbled under the allure of good food.
She got up, walked to the living room, and within seconds, she had sliced open the durian. She took a few chunks and carried them to her room to enjoy.
Han Chengbei sent a message: [Well, has the durian served its purpose?]
Ye Xingguang replied: [Everything has its uses.] It's incredibly tasty.
Han Chengbei couldn't believe it: [Did Ye Junqing actually surrender?]
Out of pride, Ye Xingguang said: [Of course, he had to when I demanded!]
