Ye Xianxun's face lit up with delight at those words.
She reached out and gently stroked Ye Lingling's hair, her eyes brimming with affection and pride.
"Wonderful! Worthy Son-in-Law truly keeps his word. The results really are extraordinary."
However, when Ye Xianxun mentioned Chen Xuanqing, Ye Lingling noticed that he had already left, and her happy expression shifted slightly.
"Mother, where's Chen Xuanqing? Why isn't he here?" Ye Lingling asked in confusion.
"He's already gone," Ye Xianxun teased. "What's this? Is our Lingling reluctant to let him leave?" A hint of playfulness colored her voice, as though she were probing her daughter's feelings.
Ye Lingling immediately blushed. She shook her head and denied it. "Of course not! I just... I just feel a little grateful because he's done so much for me."
Yet despite what she said, the image of Chen Xuanqing rose unbidden in her mind.
That man, who always wore a gentle smile, had done so much for her, whatever his motives might have been.
At the thought, warmth welled up in Ye Lingling's heart.
Perhaps this man really isn't so bad, Ye Lingling thought, a gentle smile unconsciously appearing on her face.
Ye Xianxun gazed at Ye Lingling before her. Seeing her daughter's face glowing like a spring breeze, her heart filled with worry and reluctance to let her go.
"My daughter," Ye Xianxun began slowly, each word seemingly weighed with careful thought and carrying a heavy burden, "although Chen Xuanqing is something of a womanizing scoundrel, after meeting him twice, I've come to understand his character. He takes meticulous care of every woman by his side. I think he won't let you down."
As Ye Lingling listened to her mother, a jumble of emotions stirred within her.
Ye Lingling knew her mother wanted what was best