Before work ended, Liu Yichen returned home. For now, he wasn't too worried about Lin Yuxin; those people, no matter how reckless, wouldn't dare harm her in broad daylight.
At home, Qingqing was busy directing the maids and staff. Some were tidying up the house, while others were outside trimming the flowers and plants—there were about seven or eight of them.
Liu Yichen stood at the doorway, arms crossed, watching Qingqing giving orders, and he smiled slightly. The way this woman took her work seriously was rather endearing, though she couldn't compare to his goddess, Lin Yuxin. Still, at least she looked decent enough to make do.
After some time, Qingqing checked the results and was fairly satisfied. As the housekeeper, she was responsible for making Lin Yuxin's life more beautiful at all times.
"Qingqing." Liu Yichen walked over, intending to get closer to discuss something, but the girl instinctively took a few steps back.
