This is his woman, no doubt about it!
In this room, he can live frankly during this period.
——
This morning, there was constant chatter in the living room. Feng Fanghua was bored at home alone, looking upstairs multiple times, but no one came down. She thought, if Qin Mu doesn't come down, so be it—she's a sickly weakling. But her son didn't come down either, which annoyed her a bit.
The aunt poured her some tea and smiled softly, saying: "Madam, don't overthink it. Ever since Young Mistress's father passed away, the Young Master and her haven't had many good days."
"Hmph! They're so young, are they afraid of not having good days? Every single one of them, disrespectful to elders."
Feng Fanghua muttered quietly.
"Young Mistress isn't someone who disrespects elders, you..."
"Alright, alright! Can't I speak?"
Feng Fanghua knew everything in her heart, but now she was suffocating at home alone, unable to help wanting to talk to someone.
