Xia Weiyi ate, as Ye Che attended to her, with a large group of people watching; the atmosphere in the private room was inexplicably strange.
In the end, someone started it off, and began to flatter Ye Che.
"Look how much Master Ye dotes on his wife," someone said.
"Yes, yes, he's truly a model husband," another agreed.
Xia Weiyi took great delight in those words, her face beaming with a smile, and felt even more convinced that the bird's nest and abalone porridge at Wangxiang Garden was exceptionally good.
Ye Che felt the same, gazing at Xia Weiyi's serene and tranquil profile, he wished he could just keep attending to her like this for the rest of her life.
But among the crowd, there were always one or two who overdid their flattery and ended up stepping on a landmine, turning Xia Weiyi's radiance into a stormy cloud.
