Ye Li emerged from her bath to find Fu Yanci's face still sullen and gloomy,
as if silently protesting, "Who really has the say in this house?"
Fu Yanci remembered clearly that when he had suggested bringing Xiao Bao to stay at the Lishan Mansion for a week, his grandmother hesitated with a look of deep consideration, as if a grown man like himself was incapable of taking good care of Xiao Bao.
Yet this time, when Ye Li mentioned picking him up, she didn't even set a return date, and his grandmother appeared eager and jubilant, as though if it weren't so late, she would have packed Xiao Bao up and sent him over right away.
So in his grandmother's eyes, was he, a grandson about to turn thirty and stand on his own, actually less reliable than Ye Li, a young girl who had just turned twenty?
And when he thought of how in the nights to come, the girl would rather bite his shoulder, his chest, than let out even the slightest whisper of delight, Fu Yanci felt incredibly stifled.