The next day happened to be Saturday. After spending the night at the ROSE bar, Yang Chen, full of energy, returned to the villa in Longjing Garden just in time for breakfast.
As usual, Lin Ruoxi, wearing a floral-patterned nightgown, was already sitting quietly at the large table, enjoying her breakfast with deliberate and measured bites. When she saw Yang Chen entering, she cast a cold glance his way, a silent acknowledgment, before resuming her meal.
Wearing an apron, Wang Ma emerged from the kitchen holding a plate of golden and tempting egg pancakes. Seeing Yang Chen, who hadn't come home the previous night, she didn't inquire about his whereabouts. Instead, she immediately invited him to sit down, saying with a beaming smile, "Master, I knew you'd be back around this time. I've got the utensils all prepared for you."
