The car turned onto an internal road, where poplars on both sides had grown taller and more majestic than a few years ago.
After taking a turn, the car finally stopped at the entrance of a large mansion.
The identification system at the gate verified the license plate, and the tall iron gate automatically opened slowly. The car drove in, circled around the fountain, and pulled up in the courtyard at the front door.
The driver got out first and then opened the back door, revealing a high-heeled shoe stepping out first.
The woman stood beside the car, clad in a long black dress that accentuated her tall and graceful figure.
She looked around, noticing the house had been renovated, but its appearance had barely changed.
The fountain at the entrance projected a rainbow in the setting sun, and the garden and the swing in the front yard were also tinged by the afterglow, all so familiar.
Song Yan retracted her gaze, placed her black veil hat on her head, stepped up the stairs, and walked into the mansion.
Along the way, the servants stood to either side. It wasn't until the news had reached the old butler and he hurried out to meet her that the spell of silence was broken, "Miss! The Miss is back!"
Only then did the servants hurriedly follow suit, exclaiming: "Miss."
It was only normal for the servants, nearly all of whom were new, not to recognize her.
Song Yan smiled at the old man who approached her and called out, "Uncle Bai."
"Miss, let Uncle Bai have a good look at you. You've grown taller, almost as tall as me." The housekeeper couldn't hide his excitement as he looked at Song Yan, his eyes gradually filling with pity, "Miss, why have you become so thin? Haven't you been eating well? Young people these days are always talking about losing weight, but you mustn't do it this way, no, we place food above all; you definitely should not diet excessively."
Song Yan laughed, "Uncle Bai, I've been taking good care of myself."
Uncle Bai shook his head with a sigh, "The master would be heartbroken to see this."
Speaking of the master, it then occurred to Uncle Bai that there was an important matter, and he immediately said, "That's right, Miss, the master is waiting for you in the study, you should go see him quickly."
Uncle Bai led Song Yan to the study. He knocked on the door and said, "Master, the Miss has returned."
After a moment, a rich and deep male voice came from inside the study, "Come in."
Uncle Bai opened the door to the study and made a welcoming gesture to Song Yan.
Song Yan stood at the door for a moment, took a deep breath, and then stepped forward, her high heels clicking as she entered.
Inside the study, a faint scent of sandalwood lingered, mixed with the smell of ink.
A middle-aged man stood in front of the desk, holding a writing brush and practicing calligraphy.
As soon as Song Yan approached, she caught sight of the large characters 'A Hundred Years of Good Harmony'.
Her already tense expression darkened instantly.
With a slap—
A red invitation was thrown forcefully on the desk by her, the impact so great that even the ink in the inkstone sloshed out, instantly staining a portion of the desk black.
The writing brush in the middle-aged man's hand slipped, adding an unintended stroke to 'A Hundred Years of Good Harmony'.
He knitted his brows, a layer of displeasure surfacing in his eyes.
Setting the brush down, he stared at Song Yan and spoke with authority, "You've been gone for so many years, can't you even greet someone properly? You really are becoming less and less disciplined!"
Song Yan met his gaze without fear and spoke in the same tone he did, "Song Chengye, after all these years, you indeed are becoming shamelessly older!"