At the dining table, Chi He took his usual seat at the head. Traditionally, the seat to his left was always reserved for Chi Yu. Wen Rushuang entered the dining room first, without a second thought, and occupied Chi Yu's spot.
Chi Yu, holding Qi Yue's hand, was a step behind. She watched Wen Rushuang arrogantly playing with her exclusive amethyst chopsticks, her expression haughty. Chi Yu sneered coldly.
"Do you find them beautiful?" she asked indifferently.
Wen Rushuang's hand paused as she turned slightly, smiling at her. "Using jade for chopsticks, this is the first time I've seen it. It's truly fascinating."
"Did you not notice that these are the only special chopsticks on the table?"
Chi Yu had a personal set of tableware at home, including a designated cup for drinking water, all meticulously separated from others and sterilized regularly by dedicated staff.
