Shen Jing didn't go to Shanghai.
After waking up in the afternoon, the little one wasn't home, and the villa seemed empty and quiet. Neither she nor Zhou Luchen particularly liked having many people around; with only two maids remaining, the house felt austere and somewhat lonely.
Zhou Luchen, the child's biological father, also hadn't gone to Shanghai.
This time, he had no interest in the pageantry of a packed house.
He finished his work and stayed at Taihe Middle Court.
Shen Jing shuffled down the stairs in her slippers, casually draped in a loose, flesh-colored nightgown.
The overcast sky leached the color from the grass in the back garden.
Zhou Luchen sat at the outdoor tea table, savoring his tea. His long, fair fingers held the teacup, which rested against his lips, motionless for a long moment.
"The current plan involves three phases, budgeted at thirty billion each. Do you think any adjustments are needed?"
