Everyone at the table except Lin Jinshu kept sneaking glances at Jiang Xingran's expression.
He was calm, composed, and perfectly natural, not at all like someone who had just done something so momentous.
After Jiang Yingcheng stopped coughing, she considered for a moment, took the serving chopsticks from the nanny behind her, and clumsily picked out the best-looking piece of braised pork. Like a child presenting a treasure, she placed it in Jiang Xingran's bowl. "Seventh Brother, eat!"
[Once you accept my yummy meat, you can't push me anymore, okay~]
Since he had already pushed Fourth Brother, he couldn't push Chengcheng too!
Fang Siwan: "..."
Cheng Yunmeng: "..."
Neither woman knew why Jiang Yingcheng thought her seventh brother would treat her that way too, but they both took it as childish horseplay and paid it no mind.
Jiang Xingran stared at the piece of fatty pork for a long while before finally putting it in his mouth.
He actually disliked such rich, greasy food, yet this time, strangely enough, he found that it tasted rather good.
Lin Jinshu kept his head down and shoveled rice into his mouth throughout the meal, feeling like an outsider through and through.
After dinner, the nanny dragged Jiang Yingcheng off for a bath amid her tearful protests. After seeing Cheng Yunmeng and Jiang Xingran off, Fang Siwan personally took Lin Jinshu by the hand and walked him toward the palace gates.
Qingbi led the way with a lantern. Only when the three reached a secluded spot did Fang Siwan speak, her voice trembling slightly. "Jinshu, have you been happy living at the Lin residence these past few years?"
Yesterday, she had been far too emotional, and she had also needed to guard constantly against outsiders overhearing. There had been so many things in her