Ye Xingkong had only one son, and seeing him alive, he was thrilled beyond words. He hurried over and helped Ye Xingchen up.
"Good to have you back, good to have you back!" He patted Ye Xingchen's shoulder vigorously.
The two had too much to talk about.
"Tonight, we'll have a grand feast, I want to have a good drink with my son!" Ye Xingkong declared heartily.
"Yes!"
The nearby servants bowed and all went to prepare dinner.
As soon as he entered the hall, Ye Xingchen began looking around.
"Eh? Where's Wenjun?" Ye Xingchen asked, puzzled.
As soon as he spoke,
On the second floor, Wenjun, clad in fresh, bright clothes, slowly walked down. Seeing Ye Xingchen, she could not help but exclaim with a surprised look, "Brother?"
"Wenjun!"
Wenjun quickened her pace.
Ever since that night, Ye Xingchen had left, and there had been no news of him, and now... Ye Xingchen had finally returned. How could she not be joyful?
"Are you alright now?" Ye Wenjun asked delightedly.
