Leng Youchen watched as she walked awkwardly up the stairs, his gaze darkening in an instant. He pressed his lips together tightly, wondering how he could make his wife forgive his roughness.
Lunch was delivered upstairs by Aunt Liu; the meal was rich yet very bland, consisting of nourishing foods beneficial for healing her wounds.
Wei Anning had little appetite, and after eating just a bit, she asked Aunt Liu to take the rest away. With her current situation and her parents missing, how could she have an appetite for food?
Aunt Liu, carrying the barely touched food, stepped out of the bedroom and happened to be seen by Leng Youchen, who had just come out of the study. She shook her head at him, causing Leng Youchen's brows to furrow as he looked at the tightly closed bedroom door.
After a moment, he waved his hand, signaling Aunt Liu to go downstairs.
A perfectly good holiday had been ruined by his lack of restraint.
