The next day, heavy snow whirled through the air.
Before the Wang Residence on Four Directions Street, a figure stepped out into the snow.
Chen Qing clasped his hands slightly. "Young Master Wang, no need to see me off."
Wang Zhi returned the gesture with a smile. "Rest assured, Brother Chen."
Chen Qing turned away, his figure vanishing into the wind and snow as he headed straight for Wang's Cloth Shop.
A servant beside him leaned closer and muttered in a low voice, "Young Master, that Master Chen... he left after only a cup of tea?"
"Do not ask questions."
Wang Zhi watched the receding figure and gently shook his head. "Do your duty. There is no need to speak of what happened today."
Some things only needed to be hinted at; both parties understood without a word.
The Wang Family's foundations were still shallow. To receive such a "personal reminder" from a Transformation Force expert was already an immense stroke of fortune.
Chen Qing had visited the Wang Family to secure a stable future for her.
Wang Zhi was an intelligent man.
With today's unspoken "reminder," so long as he remained around, Wang Zhi would surely take greater care of her.
The wind and snow had yet to cease when Chen Qing arrived before Wang's Cloth Shop.
He raised a hand and lightly knocked the door knocker.
Creak—!
The hinges groaned, and a little girl of thirteen or fourteen, her cheeks frozen bright red, poked her head out.
"Who are you looking for?" the girl asked.
"Please let Yang Huiniang know I am here," Chen Qing said.
The little girl gave an "Oh," withdrew her head, then quickly poked it out again. "Steward Yang asks you to come in. She's in the side hall."
She stepped aside to clear