The butler stood silently by, not saying a word.
Jiang's grandfather hummed a little tune, feeling increasingly cheerful.
"Is the bathwater ready?"
"Yes, everything is ready, just waiting for you to take a bath."
"Good, I'll go over there now."
The old man didn't linger, he got up and left.
The butler followed behind him.
...
That night, Wen Zhiyao returned to her apartment, only to run into someone she didn't want to see at the doorstep.
Shen Wei seemed to be waiting especially for her. As soon as she saw Wen Zhiyao appear, she quickly walked up to her.
"Wen Zhiyao, could I ask you for a favor?"
Wen Zhiyao pulled her hand away, not wanting to be touched by the other person.
"Speak, don't touch." Wen Zhiyao's eyes held an unmistakable sense of distance.
Shen Wei was upset but didn't show it.
She softened her tone, pleading, "Wen Zhiyao, can you please leave Jiang She's side?"
Wen Zhiyao knitted her brows. How could she utter such words?
