It was late at night. Chi Xiaoyu lay alone in bed. She had dozed off for a while, and when she woke up, Yeh Cangqiong was still not back.
Glancing at the clock by the bedside, it was already one in the morning. What could he still be busy with?
She got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom, noticing the light in the study was still on.
At a glance, there were quite a few people inside.
She waited for a long time before she saw people trickling out one after another—around a dozen of them—leaving slowly under Secretary Wen's direction.
Through the faint light, she saw Yeh Cangqiong's cold and prideful figure, always cloaked in a faint haze of smoke.
It was a kind of otherworldly solitude and the pride of someone in power.
After some time, she walked toward him.
"Honey..."
He lifted his face to look at her and stood up immediately.
"Why aren't you asleep yet?"
His arm pulled her into his embrace, holding her tightly.
