When He Lei came back from buying the groceries, he went prying as to what the situation was like now. The atmosphere seemed peaceful enough, untinged by a foreboding cold. Emboldened, he treaded towards the noise coming from the kitchen. He had thought it was his young master helping his wife to wash the vegetables; instead, he was greeted by the sight of them chatting happily together. He exhaled in relief. The whole time he was out, he had been fretting over whether his young master had flown into a violent rage.
"I've bought the groceries you requested, Young Mistress."
Tang Qiu accepted the bag with thanks. Behind her, Jiang Shaocheng lifted a brow at him from his wheelchair. He Lei's heart skipped a beat, and he all but fled from the kitchen.
Today's meal was a satisfying one, with a variety of dishes. After Tang Qiu had retired to their room, Jiang Shaocheng had He Lei follow him to the study.
