Hongji came home for dinner at night, and while eating, he gave his little girl meaningful glances.
Ye Shiqi noticed her father's gaze; it seemed that there was an unspoken understanding between them. They didn't talk about the estate, preserving a sense of mystery.
Ye Shiqi's elder sisters had always been very tight-lipped, and even after several hours at home with their sister, they hadn't let everything their Young Uncle said reach their mother's ears.
They knew some things their mother should, and inevitably would, know, and they understood the more people in the house, the more gossip there would be.
That night, before going to sleep, Hongji didn't fall into bed and sleep as usual, too tired to even have time to whisper sweet nothings to his wife.
Mrs. Li had actually gotten used to it. With her husband working so hard outside every day and returning exhausted, they were an old married couple, and once the lights were off, they wouldn't talk much even when making love.
