"Yingying is here!"
Madam Weng saw Ye Yueying enter the house and quickly beckoned her to sit beside her.
Ye Yueying walked over to Madam Weng but didn't sit down immediately. Instead, she stood by the brazier to dispel the chill lingering on her body.
Madam Weng noticed this, pulled Ye Yueying over, touched her ice-cold hands, and her expression darkened: "Why are your hands so cold? Was your aunt giving you trouble again?"
Ye Yueying shook her head with a smile: "No, I stayed outside a little longer because the snowy scenery was simply too beautiful."
Madam Weng held Ye Yueying close, sighed inwardly, and gently stroked her granddaughter's hands. She knew all too well the kind of person her eldest daughter-in-law was—kind on the surface, cruel at heart. These years, her treatment of Yueying had always been cold and dismissive.
"Yingying, do you remember the second son of the Qi Family?"
