The next day.
At the crack of dawn, Ye Qiu woke up and glanced at Cao Qingcheng, who was still asleep.
Looking again, he noticed the bedsheets were in complete disarray.
Ye Qiu couldn’t help but recall the intense “battle” from the previous night, and several idioms popped into his mind.
Raising the flagpole.
Venturing deep alone.
Sweeping through like breaking bamboo.
A storm of blood and chaos.
(Forgive my limited vocabulary; readers, please feel free to add more.)
…
In the end, Cao Qingcheng was utterly defeated.
Fearing he might wake her, Ye Qiu carefully got out of bed and quietly slipped out of the room.
As soon as he left, Cao Qingcheng, still in bed, opened her eyes, which sparkled brightly.
“I wonder if it took this time?” she murmured softly.
After freshening up, Ye Qiu went to the courtyard and found Xiao Zhan guiding Qilin in his training.
“Boss!”
Seeing Ye Qiu, Xiao Zhan and Qilin immediately stopped and greeted him respectfully.
“Qilin, when Qingcheng wakes up, tell her I’ve gone to the Ye family,” Ye Qiu said.
Qilin replied, “The chef is preparing breakfast. Why not eat before you go, Boss?”
“No, I’ll eat at the Ye family,” Ye Qiu said to Xiao Zhan. “Let’s go!”
“Yes!”
Xiao Zhan followed Ye Qiu, driving to the Ye family residence.
As the car stopped at the gate of the Ye family mansion, the closed doors opened, and Grandfather Ye stepped out, holding a birdcage.
“Qiu’er!” Grandfather Ye smiled upon seeing Ye Qiu. “Why are you here so early?”
“You knew I was in the capital?” Ye Qiu asked.
“Long-Brow came by last night and told me. Wuwei wanted to call you back for dinner, but I stopped him,” Grandfather Ye said. “Have you sorted out Dragon Gate’s affairs?”
Ye Qiu nodded. “All settled.”
“Good,” Grandfather Ye said. “Have you eaten breakfast?”
Ye Qiu grinned. “I came here to eat breakfast.”
“Come in!” Grandfather Ye waved to Xiao Zhan. “Young man, you come in too.”
During breakfast, Grandfather Ye sat beside Ye Qiu, watching him warmly. He occasionally poured milk for Ye Qiu or handed him a napkin, making Ye Qiu feel quite uneasy.
“Grandfather, there’s no need for such fuss. A refined space doesn’t need to be grand, and the charm of books lies not in their number,” Ye Qiu said.
