Being confined to the study for just half a day, Jinwa could accept. She nodded in agreement, and Cheng Yue quieted down.
The face of Qian Sangui, which had been gaping open for a long time, finally closed as bliss overwhelmed him. It was a truly unexpected outcome. Even Mr. Yu, who was reluctant to teach a boy like Qian Yishan, actually volunteered to teach his own granddaughter.
He smilingly invited Mr. Yu to sit in the main room and wait for his granddaughter to tidy up and then come to kowtow and pay respects to her new teacher.
Cheng Yue watched as Qian Xiaoyu helped Jinwa to wash her face and hands, dress in a water-pink embroidered blouse with peach blossoms and a vermillion long skirt, and put on a pair of rose-red embroidered shoes. Two red silk ribbons were tied atop her little bun.
Seeing her girl as beautiful as peach blossoms at the dawn of March, Cheng Yue finally nodded in satisfaction.
