At the small two-story building.
"You'd only been back at the academy for one day. You spent half a day in meetings, flew all day, and now that you'd just gotten home, you planned to lock yourself in the cultivation room?" Xian Lin'er tilted her head, sounding as though she were reasoning with a disobedient child. "You finally came back tonight, and you still want to enter seclusion. What are we supposed to do?"
Yan Jingzhe held the cup of tea and opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
Feng Ling rose from the sofa and walked over to him. She reached out, took the teacup from his hand, and set it on the coffee table. Her movements were gentle yet firm, as if she were putting aside something he had been about to pick up and do.
"Lin'er is right." Feng Ling's voice was soft, but every word was crystal clear. "Brother Jingzhe, you can rest today. Whatever it is can wait until tomorrow. What do you think?"
Yan Jingzhe looked at the two women before him. One stood with her hands on her hips, while the other stood beside him, looking up at him. Their expressions differed, but their attitudes were identical, their tacit understanding seeming rehearsed countless times. He suddenly laughed. It looked like he would have to give up another tens of billions today. With a bitter smile, he said,
"Fine. No seclusion today. I'll spend some proper time with you two."
Xian Lin'er nodded in satisfaction, turned, and headed for the bathroom, tossing back, "Ling, come on. Let's take a bath."
Feng Ling lowered her head, picked up the tea she had set down, stuffed it back into his hand, and said, "Brother Jingzhe, drink your tea and wait for us." With that, she headed