"Haha, Jing Yi, let me tell you..."
The next morning, having had dinner after getting up, Jiang Chen went to Ye Jingyi's room to give her acupuncture and massage. Gong Lin and Yè Yùwǎn, who were enjoying a rare rest, stood by and talked to Ye Jingyi about recent events.
The three of them chatted back and forth, and although ostensibly they were talking to Ye Jingyi, it was also somewhat intended for Jiang Chen to hear.
The room echoed intermittently with Gong Lin and Yè Yùwǎn's laughter, like silver bells, and Jiang Chen too wore a relaxed smile.
This kind of smile only appeared on Jiang Chen's face when he was with the likes of Yè Yùwǎn. Now, Jiang Chen had shed his past forbearance, like a sword waiting to be drawn from its sheath, silently awaiting his enemies' arrival. Only in front of Yè Yùwǎn and the other women would he conceal all his sharpness.
Amid laughter and light-hearted chatter, the room felt filled with joy, as if they were one true family, brimming with warmth.
