"Before you go, I urge you one last time,"
"Please don’t provoke Gan Yuan."
"You better scram!" Nancy sneered coldly, "I don’t need you to worry about my affairs."
"Enough!" In the corridor, Duke Locke shouted angrily, "Apologize to Qian Xueying!"
Nancy frowned unhappily, "Dad!"
"Dad." Qian Xueying, carrying her suitcase, came up to Duke Locke and bowed deeply, "I will leave first."
Duke Locke reached out to hold her suitcase, "This is my home, and without my order, no one has any right to ask you to leave."
"Fine, if you can’t bear to see her go, I’ll leave!" Nancy turned around, stomping quickly down the stairs.
"Nancy!" Qian Xueying frowned, wanting to chase after her, but Duke Locke grasped her wrist, "Don’t mind her, let her come to her senses!"
"She didn’t even take her card; she’ll be back before nighttime!" Duke Locke glanced towards the staircase, then looked back at Qian Xueying with a gentle face, "You know her temper; don’t take this to heart in the future."
"Actually, I can understand how Nancy feels, and you shouldn’t be angry with her either. When she comes back, have a good talk with her." Qian Xueying lowered her face, "I am truly sorry about this situation."
"You haven’t done anything wrong; the mistake is hers for not maturing." Duke Locke pat her shoulder gently, "Go on, pack your things. When she returns, I’ll talk to her."
Qian Xueying nodded obediently, "Thank you, Dad!"
Watching the girl in front of him behave so sensibly and obediently, Duke Locke sighed silently.
If only Qian Xueying were his own daughter, how wonderful that would be!
Turning around, Duke Locke walked downstairs at a leisurely pace.
Qian Xueying stood in the hallway, watching his retreating figure, her lips slowly curling into a smile.
The car drove out of the city, heading toward the suburban farm.
In the back seat, Gan Yuan held Huangfu Jue’s arm, resting her face against his shoulder, her eyebrows subconsciously furrowing at the thought of Moses.
Noticing her expression, Huangfu Jue reached over with his finger to smooth her furrowed brows.
"Do you have a headache, or is something else uncomfortable?"
Gan Yuan gently shook her head, looking up into his eyes.
"After receiving Qian Xueying’s invitation yesterday, I..."
His finger glided down, gently pressing against her lips, Huangfu Jue smiling affectionately.
"You are not my slave; you don’t have to explain these things to me."
It was just attending a party, in his view, it wasn’t a big deal at all.
She had been thinking about what kind of excuse to find, but hearing him say this, a sense of relief welled up in her, followed by guilt.
Her apologies remained unexpressed as she extended her arms around his waist, hugging him close.
"Nancy didn’t give you a hard time, did she?"
"Of course not." Gan Yuan pressed her face against his chest, jokingly saying, "I am the Prince’s woman, after all. Even Duke Locke made a toast to me during dinner!"
He smiled, his large hand gently caressing the long hair draped over her shoulders, "In the future... you will have to slowly adapt to this kind of life."
Someday, he would be the King, and she would be the Queen; she would be treated with respect by everyone.
She took a breath and changed the subject.
"Aren’t you working this afternoon?"
"Just a few documents left to handle," he looked down with concern, "what’s the matter?"