The afterglow of the setting sun gently spilled over the Jing family manor like a golden veil, gilding the flowers, plants, and trees in the courtyard with a faint golden edge.

Chu Wuyang, with her graceful figure and light steps, stepped into the manor.

She wore a moon-white long dress, the hem of which swayed gently with her steps, like a night-blooming cereus blooming on the edge of the night.

Her starry eyes shone with a gentle light; she parted her lips slightly and softly hummed an unknown tune.

Seeing Aunt Rong and the servants busily sweeping the courtyard, a hint of interest flashed in Chu Wuyang's bright eyes.

She walked straight to Aunt Rong and took the kettle with great interest.

Slender fingers gripped the kettle handle, tilting it slightly, and clear water flowed like silver threads onto the delicate flowers.

Water droplets rolled on the petals, refracting a crystalline light.

In the living room, Jing Min was sitting on the sofa presiding over a meeting, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes revealing a hint of seriousness and focus.

The hands of the European-style wall clock ticked away, time passing second by second.

He watched as dusk approached, and the person still hadn't returned.

My heart felt like it was being scratched by a cat, and I kept unconsciously glancing towards the door.

At this moment, after watering the flowers, Chu Wuyang approached Aunt Rong like a child begging for candy.

With a bright smile on her face and eyes curving into crescents, she asked with a grin:

When is dinner served?

Aunt Rong stopped what she was doing, looked up at the hall, and said softly:

"Almost done. Go upstairs and take a shower first. Your son-in-law's meeting is almost over."

Chu Wuyang's beautiful eyebrows instantly rose, her lips slightly pursed, and she complained with a hint of coquettishness and dissatisfaction:

"Why doesn't he go to the office when he has a job? It's such an eyesore that he's always working from home!"

Aunt Rong quickly reached out and gently pushed Chu Wuyang, her eyes filled with a hint of reproach.

This indicated that she had misspoke. Chu Wuyang shrugged helplessly and conceded:

"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore."

Aunt Rong sighed softly, seemingly wanting to start lecturing.

Chu Wuyang, quick as a flash and like a nimble little monkey, snatched the tea from the stone table beside her and handed it directly to Aunt Rong.

A sly glint in his eyes suggested he was trying to shut her up and avoid her nagging.

Aunt Rong then seemed to suddenly remember something and said:

"Oh dear, I'm getting old and useless. I almost forgot. This tea was meant to be sent to the son-in-law. They were just discussing something important, and Assistant Yan said we'd send it later."

As she spoke, Aunt Rong glanced at the time on her phone and continued:

"The timing is perfect. The tea hasn't cooled down yet. The meeting should be coming to an end soon. After talking for so long, you must be thirsty. It's just right to have some tea."

He then got up to take it inside.

When Chu Wuyang saw Aunt Rong's slightly hunched back as she stood up, the sight of her struggling made her heart ache.

He quickly reached out and gently pressed down on Aunt Rong's shoulder, helping her to sit down, and said with concern and gentleness:

"You sit here and don't do everything yourself. Try to let others do these things as much as possible."

After all, Jingmin hired a whole courtyard of people just to do the work.

Aunt Rong opened her mouth, as if to say something, but Chu Wuyang interrupted her directly, saying:

"I'll take you! I'm going upstairs to take a shower anyway, I'll bring you in with me."

Aunt Rong was taken aback for a moment, then replied as if she had suddenly realized something:

"Alright."

The two of them have been getting along very well lately, with their interactions becoming more and more harmonious, which is a really good sign.