The room was pitch-black, with only a sliver of light filtering through a gap in the tightly drawn curtains.
The door opened from outside. Mo Chengzhou tiptoed over to the bed and slipped in, then gently turned Yan Wen to face him.
Yan Wen stirred a little and snuggled into Mo Chengzhou's arms without waking.
Mo Chengzhou kissed Yan Wen's forehead, then fell asleep with him in his arms.
Wenhan, Xie Family Manor.
In the main hall, a middle-aged man in a gray Zhongshan suit and thin, black-rimmed glasses was holding a newspaper.
A middle-aged woman sat beside him, sipping tea from a cup. She wore a sleeveless navy outfit with a matching silk scarf tied around her neck.
Wu Guilan set down her teacup and smiled. "It's been so long since I last saw Yunshu and Xingfeng. I'm afraid I'll be too happy to sleep tonight."
Xie Zhiwen chuckled. "Our daughter's just coming home. Look how excited you are."
"What's that supposed to mean? You make it sound like you don't care. Who was it who heard our daughter was bringing the grandchildren back for a few days and hurriedly rounded up every servant to clean the house from top to bottom? You even had the floors mopped three times!"
Xie Zhiwen tried to cover it up. "I just thought it was too dirty and needed cleaning. It wouldn't look good if they came tomorrow and found dust everywhere."
"All right, enough chatting. I'm going to get my beauty sleep. I need to be full of energy tomorrow."
Xie Zhiwen put down his newspaper, got up, and followed her upstairs.
With a face mask on, Wu Guilan looked at Xie Zhiwen on the bed. "What do you think our youngest grandson looks like now? I thought we'd never find