Inside the villa at Longjing Garden, Yang Chen sat alone on the sofa in the living room, watching the pale political news on TV with a lazy yawn. He reached out and picked up a cup of English afternoon tea from the coffee table. The deep red color and the steam rising from the tea gave off a fragrant aroma even before it reached his lips. To be honest, Yang Chen didn't like this refined way of drinking tea, but at the moment, he had no interest in tea whatsoever. His attention was almost entirely focused on the kitchen.
In the kitchen, four women had been chattering for over an hour, with laughter filling the air. Occasionally, there were even some strange giggles. Even Lin Ruoxi, who was usually aloof and rarely smiled, would suddenly burst into laughter. What made Yang Chen feel inexplicably complex was that these four women seemed to have completely forgotten about his presence as a man.
