New Year's Eve.
As in previous years, the Yang Family gathered together for the New Year's Eve dinner.
This Year, however, there were three differences. The first was that Yang Mingzhi's family was far away at Jianning Guard and could not come back to reunite with them.
The second was that Jiang He and Yang Yunyan's family stayed at the Yang Family for the New Year.
The third was that the Yang Family had one more Yu Qingyi.
That was right—Yu Qingyi had entered the inner household. Though Yang Zhengshan had not explained anything to the Other People, he had invited Yu Qingyi to eat the New Year's Eve dinner with them.
In truth, Yang Zhengshan's thinking was very simple. During a holiday as big as this, Yu Qingyi was living alone in the Yang Family. If he did not let her eat the New Year's Eve dinner with them, wouldn't that be far too lacking in human feeling?
His thought was good, and there was nothing wrong with it, but he seemed to have overlooked One Person: Miss Yulu.
Yu Qingyi was alone, but Miss Yulu was also alone. Yet Yang Zhengshan had completely forgotten her.
The Yang Family's New Year's Eve dinner was naturally incomparably lavish. Now that Yang Zhengshan was not short of silver, the household's food, clothing, and daily expenses had become much more relaxed, Let Alone during the New Year. Yang Mingcheng and Wang had prepared a whole table full of dishes.
However, the atmosphere at the dinner table was somewhat strange.
Yang Zhengshan sat in the Main Seat, eating with an unshakably calm air. Yu Qingyi sat on the left, her face flushed crimson, her head almost buried in her bowl. Yang Mingcheng and the others also lowered their heads and ate, only they