Ordinarily, Jiang Mengyue wouldn’t bother reaching out to Jin Jingxiu—he was always the one chasing her, eager to please. But now, she had no choice but to lower herself, however reluctantly.
That fool Jin Jingxiu was easy to sway. A few kind words, and he’d come clinging back without shame.
Foolish as he was, he still had his uses.
Under the flickering oil lamp, Jiang Mengyue’s gaze shimmered with quiet allure. Her face, soft and exquisite, lit up with a faint smile—one that stirred the heart without a word.
The Crown Prince fixed his gaze on the person before him. “You’ve rendered me a great service,” he said. “Now tell me—how might I repay you?”
Jiang Mengyue offered a gentle smile, retrieved the Crown Prince’s teacup, and poured a new serving of tea.
“Ohhh—so that’s what’s going on!”
Hua Le nodded, half-understanding. Her questions were soon swept away by the joy of returning home, and she asked no further.
“Miss Lei, safe travels. Take these with you for the road.”
Sister Mu followed behind Hua Le, casting only a brief glance at the grain. Then she handed Murong Yun the bundle of provisions she had specially prepared for them.
But now that he had met Miss Lei, it was clear from her demeanor that she was not someone who changed her mind easily.
Looking again at little Hua Le, he sighed. So be it—he would risk his life to accompany her.
Besides, Madam Hua’s noodles were truly delicious. If given the chance to taste them again—why not?
"Aren’t you… supposed to be toasting guests in the front hall, husband?" Wen Qingwan asked, noticing the domestic abuser’s face flush red with embarrassment.
She couldn’t help but wonder—he blushes just from speaking a few words, and he’s supposed to be abusive?
“I am going,” Xiao Jin said. “I’ll call your maid in to help you.” With that, he hobbled out—limping with each step, yet his back remained perfectly straight.
Xiao Jin felt extremely unhappy when he heard his little girl praising the Crown Prince, but he didn't know what to say.
Especially when he saw the Crown prince and Miss Wen openly embracing each other as if no one else was around, he didn't know whether to despise or envy them.
His gaze lingered on Wen Qingwan, heavy with things unsaid. In his eyes, a storm. Then he walked away, not turning back.
Ski resorts have special restaurants, because they cater to different groups, and all star chefs are invited.
Many people will choose to go back for a nap after eating here, and then continue skiing.
Wen Li has been skiing smoother and smoother throughout the morning, and Xia Chen, who has fallen countless times, is also skating more and more confidently.
