Yun Jianchen showed utter disdain for Fu Ziqian's furious glare, huffing... Anything about his precious daughter, even casual remarks, couldn't be made without him taking it seriously.
After climbing the mountain, they cooked in the wild on the mountaintop. A few of the villa's attendants followed them with pots, pans, and other utensils. Having lunch outside on the not-so-high peak felt really good. After a leisurely descent, everyone went back to their rooms to take an afternoon nap.
"Qiao Chuchu, you're still staying in the same room as Fu Ziqian?" Song Huanyan asked while looking at Qiao Chuchu.
Qiao Chuchu's room was right next to hers.
"..."
Fu Ziqian glared at Song Huanyan.
"Fu Ziqian can't even have a son, what future can you possibly talk about with him?" Song Huanyan asked.
Fu Ziqian clenched his teeth.
It was only today that he truly understood the saying, "It's hard to raise women and villains."
Fu Ziqian opened the door and pulled Qiao Chuchu into the room.
