"Grandpa," Ye Rong greeted Old Master Ye with a respectful nod.
Old Master Ye's face softened with concern. "Take a seat, Rong. You shouldn't overexert yourself."
Assisted by Madam Su, Ye Rong slowly sat down, his frailty evident.
Old Master Ye's worry was apparent. "What brings you back so suddenly? And without a word to any of us? How are you feeling?"
Ye Rong, the reclusive Fourth Young Master of the Ye family, had been battling illness since he was young. His public appearances were rare, making him almost a stranger in his own home. Even Ye Nanshen, had seen him only a handful of times.
Madam Su, ever graceful, spoke for her son. "Don't worry, Mr. Ye. Rong's health is much better. He's been missing home, so we decided to come back. We didn't expect to arrive amid such a lively moment."
All eyes turned to Madam Su, who greeted everyone in the living room with composed grace.
