When the morning sun streamed through the gap in the curtains, Ji Xiaosong realized Huo Chen was no longer in bed.
She reached out and felt the spot beside her. The sheet was still faintly warm.
A note sat on the nightstand, its message scrawled in an elegant, flowing script:
"10 AM. The driver will take you to the old estate. Wear the dark green qipao."
Ji Xiaosong picked up her phone and saw it was only seven-thirty.
She was about to go back to sleep when a soft knock came at the door.
"Madam, are you awake?" The butler's voice sounded from outside the door. "Old Madam Huo has sent someone with breakfast."
An exquisite breakfast was laid out on the food cart. The most prominent dish was a bowl of steaming bird's nest porridge, with a small card placed beside it:
"A welcome gift for my great-grandchild—Grandma."
Ji Xiaosong didn't know whether to laugh or cry. 'The baby is still so small, and it's already their great-grandchild?'
