Bo Desong remained silent, his focus fixed on his cherished green plant. As he meticulously trimmed its leaves, a sense of dissatisfaction washed over him, prompting him to reach for a few more scissors. He paused and inquired, "What do you think?"
Butler Wen suddenly had a realization, his eyes widening with understanding. "Old Mr. Wen, have you shaped these plants into rabbits for Young Madam to enjoy?"
Bo Desong beamed with satisfaction, admiring his handiwork with a smile. In an effort to make Fang Yuan feel more at home, he had enlisted the expertise of several horticulturists to sculpt the flowers and trees in the courtyard into charming shapes. He had also ordered a thorough cleaning and decorating of the villa. The preparations made it seem as if the awaited guest tonight were not his granddaughter-in-law, but a distinguished VIP.
"Old Master, Lady Yuqi has arrived," a maid announced suddenly. "Shall we escort her in?"