Afternoon.

The shift ended.

Mr. Fang started bustling around, arranging shifts, noting important points, emphasizing key areas, discussing how North City should be managed...

In short, he made himself look very busy, so much so that he had no time to eat.

But Jing Xiuyun and Zhao Ying’er surprisingly hadn’t left.

They kept waiting quietly.

Watching quietly.

Watching him pretend to be busy.

Moreover, the food and drinks were already ordered.

Finally, Mr. Fang had no choice. He couldn’t drag it out any longer and accepted his fate.

"Let’s go."

"Okay."

Fang Che was helpless, seeing Zhao Ying’er’s persistent look, he knew this wasn’t going to be easy.

But Fang Che wasn’t worried at all.

Who is Ye Meng? 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Though she seemed meek and mild and had no real personality or ulterior motives in front of him.

But what is she? A spy!

An undercover agent!

Ever since Ye Meng came to his side, Fang Che hadn’t noticed her doing anything out of line; she appeared innocent, sweet, and a bit silly.

But the impression she gave everyone was that she was cute, docile, and harmless.

Even someone like the Old Demon of Yin Shen Palace thought highly of Ye Meng—if Ye Meng had done anything to displease the Yin Shen Palace, they wouldn’t have pushed for marriage or hosted the wedding.

They would have physically eliminated her.

Such a girl, on the surface, seems to suffer losses against anyone. But in reality, the chance of her suffering losses is minimal.

In contrast, Fang Che was more worried about Zhao Ying’er being too harshly hit by Ye Meng.

Zhao Ying’er was clearly well-dressed, her face exquisitely bright and radiant. Her spirited demeanor was both charming and bold.

Jing Xiuyun, on the other hand, hadn’t dressed up at all; instead, she made herself a bit uglier.

But just that bit made Fang Che see Jing Xiuyun in a whole new light.

This woman is worth befriending.

As they walked lightly to the entrance of Scholar Residence, Fang Che suddenly felt a bit guilty, inexplicably feeling as if he was a husband having an affair, bringing his mistress home.

Pushing open the door, Ye Meng, who was practicing swordplay in the courtyard, came up: "You’re back? Oh, who is this..."

"Um, two colleagues, this is Zhao Ying’er, and this is Jing Xiuyun, who have helped me a lot, so I specifically invited them to come to our home to sit for a while. Could you prepare some dishes? Let’s have dinner together."

"Oh... oh..."

Ye Meng’s face lit up with joy: "Steward Zhao, please come in, Steward Jing, please come in... It’s an honor to have you, oh my, Fang Che, why didn’t you tell me earlier? I haven’t tidied up..."

Looking at the almost spotless courtyard, with all facilities perfectly arranged, the whole courtyard looked like a large piece of art.

Jing Xiuyun and Zhao Ying’er were both a bit surprised.

Not just because of the cleanliness.

But because of the... comfort, the ease, the pleasantness that coming into this house instantly felt like coming home.

From a woman’s perspective, a woman who can create this kind of family atmosphere is definitely not simple.

Entering the room was like entering a woman’s battleground.

Ye Meng was gentle and elegant, soft as water.

Water benefits all things without contention.

Whereas Zhao Ying’er, with her spirited demeanor, though she had a gentle, warm smile while chatting, always had an aggressive feel compared to Ye Meng.

In reality, she was already very approachable.

But in contrast to Ye Meng, she immediately appeared sharp and prominent.

Even Jing Xiuyun and Zhao Ying’er themselves found this unfathomable.

Because usually, Zhao Ying’er in the Steward Hall had always been perceived as gentle and weak, and now she seemed even weaker than her usual self.

Ye Meng clearly appeared not very weak, yet she made Zhao Ying’er seem aggressive...

This was truly puzzling.

Ye Meng attended to guests with hospitality, smiling warmly: "Since we moved here, you two sisters are the first guests Fang Che has brought home, so you must be good friends. I’m very happy to meet you."

"You’re too kind, sister-in-law."

Zhao Ying’er said: "Sister-in-law, you’re so beautiful. Seeing sister-in-law up close today, I realize how lucky Mr. Fang is."

"Oh, I’m just a housewife, not much help to him."

Ye Meng chuckled with a bit of melancholy: "It’s only with all your support that he has achieved what he has today, thank you all very much."

"Of course, with Mr. Fang’s wise leadership, we’re all very safe and fulfilled."

The two sides exchanged pleasantries for a while.

Then the three women began preparing the food, their movements were swift and adept, clearly showing they were both capable in the drawing room and the kitchen, very virtuous.

As Zhao Ying’er washed vegetables, she asked: "Sister-in-law, I can’t quite discern your cultivation level, it seems sister-in-law is also an expert."

Ye Meng smiled warmly: "My cultivation is merely at Sixth Grade Martial Marquis, but for your Mr. Fang, I can hardly be of help."

Zhao Ying’er’s mouth twitched, her mood suddenly a bit downcast.

Though her cultivation level improved a lot after healing, now she’s only at First Grade Martial General; she didn’t expect Ye Meng was already at Sixth Grade Martial Marquis...

She immediately felt not just a bit inferior.

Jing Xiuyun: "Sister-in-law, how do you maintain your skin? It’s even smoother than that of a seven or eight-year-old girl, it’s truly..."

As she spoke, she leaned in closer to look, her tone increasingly envious, eventually shocked: "Your skin... it’s almost poreless, so white and tender... tsk tsk, like the finest white jade, it’s like mutton fat jade..."