Chen Yi did not know whether it was an illusion, but when he came to the front courtyard early in the morning to see Sun Fu off, he kept feeling that Old Master was looking at him strangely.
That look was like someone gazing upon a rare treasure, only to regret that it could not be obtained.
He could not help muttering inwardly—had Old Master discovered that his way of calligraphy had reached perfection?
But even if Old Master knew, he should not have looked at him that way.
No matter what, he counted as half a member of the Xiao Family.
Little did he know that, in Old Master's heart at this moment, this grandson-in-law of his truly counted as one of the Xiao Family.
Before this, Old Master had merely thought well of Chen Yi and believed that he was worthy of his granddaughter, Xiao Jinghong.
He had never expected Chen Yi to make any contribution to the Xiao Family.
Even now, after learning that Chen Yi's way of calligraphy had reached perfection and going through a complicated journey of the heart, Old Master still could not bring himself to order Chen Yi to do anything for the Xiao Family.
It was probably because his conscience could not bear it.
After all, with the Xiao Family in its present state, dragging anyone into it meant making them carry their head on their belt.
If not for the blood ties linking Xiao Wan'er, Xiao Jinghong, and Xiao Wuge, Old Master would have wished for them to stay out of it as well.
Unfortunately, that was no longer possible.
Watching the grandfather and grandson-in-law, Sun Fu could more or less guess their thoughts. After placing that Brocade Box into the carriage compartment, he said with a smile:
"Qingzhou, if you