The Jiang Family Courtyard had two stories; Shen Qingqing and Jiang Zhixun lived upstairs, while the elders stayed on the ground floor.
As soon as he carried the luggage upstairs, Jiang Zhixun noticed something was off.
Except for their marital bedroom, the other two rooms were conspicuously empty.
Previously, even unused rooms would at least have bed frames inside; when needed, one could just spread bedding and live there.
Now, there was nothing at all.
Realizing something, Jiang Zhixun hastily quickened his pace and opened the door to their marital bedroom.
The furniture in the room was intact.
On the double bed lay celebratory red bedding, with paired pillows—everything from their marriage setup.
The elders' intentions were all too clear.
Jiang Zhixun's expression grew awkward for a moment; if Shen Qingqing saw this, she would definitely get upset again.
But then he thought to himself, this wasn't his doing—why should he feel guilty?
