"It's fine. I have something to tell you later. Wait for me."
After saying that, Chu Yihan gestured for Nanny Wu to help her down, then turned around and leaped off the stage with great flair, earning cheers from the young masters at his table.
However, Su Qiao did not wait for him as promised.
By the time he had drunk his fill and worked up the nerve—and shamelessness—to confess to her backstage, Su Qiao had already left.
It was as if she had known he was coming. She had left one step ahead of him and returned to her apartment.
With no other choice, he went home again, his belly full of anger.
The next day, before noon, Xianle Mansion—which was bustling at night—was quiet and deserted. Only a few servants were wiping down the tables, chairs, and floor. Sister Jin came out yawning and was just about to arrange for someone to adjust the tables and add a few more when she saw Chu Yihan slowly walking in through the entrance.
She quickly plastered on a smile and went to greet him. "I thought I was seeing things. What brings Young Master Chu here at this hour?"
"When have I ever been busy?" Chu Yihan was wearing a gray-and-white checked wool coat that day, its collar turned up, making him look much steadier and more mature than usual.
He glanced around, raised his brows, and said pointedly, "Though I have indeed been rather busy lately."
Sister Jin's heart skipped a beat.
Judging by his manner, it seemed he had come to cause trouble. Could Xiao Qiao have offended him?
Sister Jin showed nothing on her face. "Oh? What has Young Master Chu been busy with lately?"
Chu Yihan walked over and sat down in a chair. He tapped