The family sat on the sofa watching TV for a while. In truth, only An Guoshu watched, while the rest ate melon seeds and candies and chatted quietly. Only late at night did they each get up and return to their rooms to rest.
"Phew!"
Xie Yunqing breathed a genuine sigh of relief!
She had constantly worried that Xiao Qian would mind Ji Weiwei staying at their home. After all, Ji Weiwei had no blood relation to them, nor had she been adopted as a goddaughter; such a relationship was indeed far too intimate. Yet after observing for an entire evening, she found that Xiao Qian truly did not mind this point at all. On the contrary, she and Ji Weiwei had an extremely good relationship, and Ji Weiwei even consistently addressed her as older sister, calling her by the title so naturally.
The gentle and magnanimous demeanor Xiao Qian displayed also earned her high praise, making her feel that when returning to her hometown for the New Year, she ought to check if her family's ancestral tombs were emanating auspicious smoke.
Pulling An Lao San back to their room, she thought no more of these things.
The remaining young people chatted for a while before successively going upstairs to rest, and the living room quickly plunged into darkness.
An Yang blissfully took a bath, lay on the bed to collect his thoughts for a moment, and Comrade Xiao Qian also came out after her bath. She was wrapped in a bath towel, her hair still wet and clinging to her fair, slender neck, with a few stray strands stuck to her face. An Yang noticed that she always liked washing her hair when she bathed, whereas ordinary girls with long hair generally separated bathing from hair-washing—though as a millennium-old