The meal lasted nearly an hour.
Song Guoan set down his chopsticks, leaned back in his chair, and let out a long breath.
He looked exactly like someone who had just finished a spa treatment for his soul.
He turned to Ye Qingqing and exchanged a meaningful look with her.
Ye Qingqing nodded slightly.
The same thought occurred to both husband and wife-why not leave their business in Wucheng to their subordinates and move straight to Yicheng?
After all, their modest assets did not amount to even a fraction of their daughter's Autumn Forest Group.
They might as well retire early and mooch meals off their son-in-law every day.
After dinner.
Song Jiahe latched onto Chen Lin.
Well fed and bursting with energy, the girl clung to her gomoku board and insisted on battling her brother-in-law for three hundred rounds.
Unable to dissuade her, Chen Lin set up the board on the living room coffee table.
Black and white stones landed at an unhurried pace.
As Chen Lin played with Song Jiahe, his awareness involuntarily drifted toward the balcony.
As a cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining, he could hear every sound within two hundred meters in perfect detail.
On the balcony.
Ye Qingqing held Song Qiuya's hand as they sat in wicker chairs, her voice lowered to a whisper.
"Qiu Ya."
"Yes?"
"Let me speak from the heart." Ye Qingqing tightened her grip on her daughter's fingers, her tone shifting. "Work... you can set it aside a little."
Song Qiuya froze for a moment.
"How long have you and Xiao Lin been together? Several months now, right?" Ye Qingqing stared intently into her daughter's eyes. "It's time to think about the things that matter."
She gritted her teeth, as though making a momentous decision, and blurted