Meanwhile, at the Xing family, Wu Minxia said with a thunderous face, "Let's eat first. We can't all wait for her."
Xing Linlin hesitated before taking the cake out from the fridge. "Aunt, I baked this—your favorite matcha flavor."
Wu Minxia's expression immediately softened. Her fondness for Xing Linlin grew further. "Wonderful. Linlin, you're the best."
Xing Linlin pursed her lips and smiled, shifting her gaze from Cheng Xingyang to Xing Zewu. Xing Zewu was melancholic, but he still showed a tinge of tenderness when he met Xing Linlin's eyes.
A while later, the sound of a car—Xing Shu's—emanated from outside the door. When Xing Shu entered with the cake and saw them happily chatting at the dining table, she immediately felt like an interloper and redundant.
"Dad, Mom, Big Brother," Xing Shu called out, ignoring Cheng Xingyang and Xing Linlin. When she saw the cake on the table, she handed her cake to the housekeeper. "Put it in the fridge."
