The next day, Lu Liang opened his eyes and heard waves of pleasant piano music coming from next door.
The other side of the pillow was empty, which reminded him of the previous night. Zhang Qian had silently gone to sleep with their daughter despite how late it was after getting his work done.
Although she didn't state her reason, Lu Liang could guess that she probably didn't want to influence the child's still-forming values.
Lu Liang got dressed and walked out of the bedroom to find Zhang Qian busy in the kitchen, having already prepared a sumptuous brunch.
She was wearing a loose T-shirt and high-waisted jeans, her makeup exquisitely applied as though she'd just returned from going out.
Zhang Qian pushed back a strand of hair and smiled warmly, "The bathroom is on the left. The toothbrush and towel at the sink are new."
Meanwhile, the piano music suddenly stopped, and the little one peeked out her head stealthily: "Uncle Lu, you really can sleep."
