The lively noise from the wedding celebration still echoed faintly through the courtyard by the time Fu Teng finally returned to his room.
The moment he pushed the door open, he immediately noticed something strange.
Several drawers had already been opened.
Clothes were folded neatly across the bed while a wooden box sat near the table filled with hairpins, books, and other belongings.
Zhao Yue stood beside the cabinet quietly packing the last few items into a cloth bundle.
Fu Teng paused at the doorway.
Then slowly, his brows lifted.
"Well," he said lazily while crossing his arms, "that was faster than I expected."
Zhao Yue did not even turn around.
Fu Teng walked further inside, the corner of his lips curving with obvious mockery.
"I thought you would last at least a few more days before running away."
Still no response.
That only encouraged him more.
"So?" he continued casually. "Finally tired of being a daughter-in-law already?"
He leaned lightly against the table.
