Moreover, the young master had a reasonable excuse for breaking the jade bracelet.
The lady was sitting in front of the dressing table, touching up her makeup, as the son-in-law was about to return. Every day at this time, she would meticulously adorn herself. The young master had drawn a picture, and with Miss Yun Ya not at home and no one to share it with, he ran to show the lady, hoping to share his artwork with her.
In the drawing, with childlike strokes, he depicted a family of five. Simple, yet it exuded warmth and happiness.
He looked at Ji Lanyi with anticipation, expecting her to praise him, but he was mistaken. Not everyone in this world was like Yaya; no one had the patience to humor him.
Ji Lanyi glanced at the drawing, her lips curling in scorn, and she grabbed the picture and tore it to shreds in an instant. The pieces fluttered down scattered everywhere.
"What is this supposed to be?"