It Wasn’t a Warm Welcome

To his own surprise, Sheng Jian found himself welcomed into the house far more quickly than he'd expected. He had thought it would take a considerable amount of time to warm Rong Qi's heart.

'Like mother, like daughter,' he mused. It was remarkable, considering Rong Qi had not been raised by her mother, Chu Jing, how much the two resembled each other in temperament.

Once inside, Sheng Jian settled himself in the living room. However, it wasn't Rong Qi who played host; it was Ye Nanshen. Rong Qi had retreated to the kitchen and barely made an appearance, save for occasionally walking by to grab something.

Placing a small piece of porcelain on the coffee table, Sheng Jian said, "Take this. Consider it a gesture from me to Little Qi."