Taoyuan Street fell into the embrace of night, its tranquility growing deeper.
A sedan drove past, halting in front of an imposing mansion gate.
Beneath the eaves, two red lanterns hung, their faint glow casting shadows over the plaque above the gate—on it, the words "Ren Mansion" emerged and vanished, adding a touch of rustic gravitas.
The grand door opened, and a man in a steward's uniform hurried down the steps, opening the car's rear door respectfully. "Sir, you're back."
Ren Mingze stepped out of the car, walking toward the house as he asked, "How is Mother's health today?"
"The eldest miss invited an experienced traditional Chinese medicine doctor from the hospital to perform acupuncture on the old madam, paired with herbal treatments. The old madam is much more spirited today and even managed to eat her meals."
A faint smile curved the man's lips. "That's good."
