Hello, My Dear Qings

The morning after the New Year party, Qing Chen had asked Feng Xuan, "Do you want to go on vacation?"

"Vacation where?" she asked, focused on the financial statements while drinking her coffee. It had started snowing over the last few weeks but it had never been more colder than now.

As she was gone for most of the last season, Feng Xuan had not been able to procure a bunch of winter clothes. She raided Qing Chen's wardrobe and was wearing a pair of pajamas that she rolled up four times and a huge sweatshirt.

"Somewhere warm?" Qing Chen suggested. He too was bent over the folder Feng Xuan was studying. They were reports about Gretel's. Wang Yimin had sent the last of the latest updates with the cake shop and Feng Xuan was almost done catching up.

"I was actually thinking about getting back to work as soon as possible," she sipped from her mug.

"You mean at your business?"