Although Su Sheng had already eaten before coming, he still had a good appetite and ate ravenously. He simply decided to stay over for the night.
When he finished his bath and came out wrapped in a towel, both neatly-folded pajamas and clothes for the next day were prepared for him.
He frowned slightly; these were only brought by the servants, but behind them was the shadow of the Iceberg wife.
Standing in front of the mirror, facing himself, there was no denying it, this young man was truly handsome—who could give birth to such a good-looking kid?
Lying in bed, he didn't experience any loneliness that made it hard to sleep. For the first time, he seriously considered his relationship with Iceberg, just as the old man had said, since his father hadn't passed away, there were no last wishes to speak of.
In other words, he was no longer bound by that obligation, so the fact that he still chose not to leave meant it was no longer just his masculine pride at work.
