The next morning, warm sunlight filtered through the pale pink curtains, casting a gentle glow on the wooden floor.
Tang Xiaowan woke up in a daze.
She didn't see her dear husband, Leng Lingxiao, and then realized she was at 66 Chunlei Street in Huang City, not at the Lingxiao Manor in Chicheng.
"A new day begins!"
"Wash my face, brush my teeth, get dressed, go downstairs for breakfast, and then follow Huahua to visit others."
"Right, it's visiting, not meeting the in-laws!"
Facing the mirror, Tang Xiaowan muttered to herself as if to muster courage. She was usually as brave as a lion at work, but shy and timid when meeting parents.
She hardly resembled the composed, wise, and resolute warrior she was in the conference room.
...
An hour later, at the Leng Family's old house.
