Yu Yao chided, "You really didn’t take good care of Nuannuan... Forget it, it’s getting late. You two go have breakfast first, don’t stay here talking with me on an empty stomach!"

Song Yansheng responded, and Shi Nuan nodded, as the two walked together toward the dining room.

Yu Yao stood behind, watching their backs, especially how her son held onto Shi Nuan’s hand without letting go even a bit.

In the end, she sighed.

As a woman, everyone hopes to meet a good person and be treated with care and attention.

Yu Yao felt the same way back then; she met Song Xiuwen, and the two felt like old friends at first sight.

Back then, it was a match everyone admired, but while all stories start well, the process can be extraordinarily difficult.

Her challenges were unpredictable, but her son’s challenges are clearly visible.

Even so, her son is set on his path and doesn’t want to look back.

Yu Yao feels fortunate for Shi Nuan because she met her son, and her life has gone from being directionless to having support and direction.

But has she ever considered what she brings to her son, to the Song Family?

As a mother, she truly doesn’t dare to think about the future.

After finishing breakfast, Shi Nuan and Song Yansheng returned to the living room, where Yu Yao was no longer present. The servant said Yu Yao went for a walk in the garden, accompanied by Aunt Hui.

Shi Nuan looked at Song Yansheng, meaning to ask if they should go find Yu Yao now. After all, she’s an elder, and not accompanying her seems rude.

Song Yansheng reached out to tousle Shi Nuan’s long hair and said, "I’ll go to the garden to find Mom. You go upstairs to rest a bit. You can come down when we return; it won’t be too late!"

Shi Nuan blinked and asked, "Is it okay if I don’t go?"

Song Yansheng smiled, "Why not? Mom came out of concern for your health, and now it seems I’m tiring you out, which truly would be a problem... Don’t worry, with me accompanying Mom, everything will be fine!"

Song Yansheng was always stubborn, so Shi Nuan didn’t say much and eventually nodded.

Meanwhile, in the garden, Aunt Hui was leisurely strolling with Yu Yao. It was the end of September, and the day was mostly cloudy, with the sun hidden behind the clouds.

A breeze blew, and while it wasn’t particularly hot, the flowers at Song Mansion were in full bloom, vibrant and lively.

Strolling among them should have lightened her mood, but Yu Yao’s brows remained furrowed, hinting at a hidden worry.

Aunt Hui, being a long-time member of the Song Family, naturally noticed.

She asked Yu Yao if something was troubling her.

Yu Yao’s lips moved slightly, but she said nothing, continuing to walk forward.

Aunt Hui wasn’t in a hurry, following behind, waiting patiently.

Sure enough, after a while, Yu Yao asked Aunt Hui, "Ah Hui, what do you think of Qingyang?"

Aunt Hui was slightly startled, not expecting Yu Yao to ask about Song Qingyang. Her eyes flickered as she said, "Miss Qingyang is very nice, whether to you or to Mr. Song, she is respectful and filial..."

Yu Yao nodded, "I think so too. Over the years, I’ve always treated her as my own without bias. I believe I understand her personality quite well, but these days, I increasingly feel I can’t comprehend her!"

Aunt Hui was puzzled, "What aspect is the Lady referring to?"

Yu Yao recalled what Uncle Wu said earlier that morning when delivering grass carp: "Miss Qingyang and Mr. Yu’s new home is decorated just like the Song Mansion. I don’t know if Mr. Song would mind if he knew..."

Before Uncle Wu delivered the grass carp to the Song Family Mansion, he had also delivered some to Song Qingyang, as per Yu Yao’s instructions.

Because Song Qingyang was busy with decorating the new house, she sometimes stayed there overnight, so Uncle Wu delivered it directly to the new residence.

Song Qingyang and Yu Dou’s new home had a name, Qingfeng Residence, and Uncle Wu was surprised when he entered the courtyard.

Although the courtyard was smaller compared to the Song Mansion and there were quite a few changes in details, Uncle Wu, who had followed Song Yansheng for many years and knew his preferences well, understood at a glance that Song Qingyang had designed it based on the Song Mansion.

Uncle Wu didn’t think much of it, but since the Song Mansion was personally designed by Song Yansheng, and it was meant for someone special in the future, he was worried that Song Yansheng would get upset if he found out, so he told Yu Yao.

Yu Yao was also shocked for a moment but said nothing further. After Uncle Wu left, she pondered a lot.

Song Qingyang was twenty-seven this year, just two years younger than her son Song Yansheng.

When she was young, she particularly liked to follow Song Yansheng around, which greatly annoyed Liang Yue’e.

Later, when Song Yansheng went abroad, Song Qingyang cried in Yu Yao’s arms for a long time, saying she wanted to go overseas to find Second Uncle.