Qianxue watched his retreating figure with a mix of distress and pity in her heart. The scent of another woman on his shirt - such was the nature of male socializing.
She climbed into bed and lay down quietly, suddenly feeling as if happiness was very far away from her.
About twenty minutes later, he emerged with his chest bare, wrapped in a bath towel around his waist. The moment he climbed onto the bed, the mattress sank deeply, and then his presence filled the air, mingled with a faint smell of alcohol.
The next day.
She got up early to make breakfast, though there were servants in the kitchen dedicated to that task, with a grand setup. She could only act as an assistant, washing and chopping vegetables, and incidentally asked the servants to cook a hangover soup.
