Jiangnan City Airport.

Inside the international arrivals area, Zhang Xulin stood quietly near the exit with a tense expression on her face.

Ever since early morning, she had been waiting here without daring to leave even for a moment.

The reason was simple.

At dawn, she suddenly received a message.

A very short message.

It only told her to come pick someone up from the airport.

No flight number. No exact arrival time.

Only the words:

—Morning flight.

That was all.

As a result, Zhang Xulin could only wait helplessly from sunrise until now. Even breakfast had been something she bought casually from a nearby shop while standing guard near the exit.

From time to time, she checked her phone anxiously.

Unfortunately, there were no additional messages.

"...Madam is still as arbitrary as ever."

Zhang Xulin sighed inwardly.

Still, she did not dare complain openly.

At around 9:15 AM—

The automatic glass doors finally opened once again.

A tall, elegant woman slowly walked out while pulling a silver-black suitcase with one hand.

The moment she appeared, countless gazes unconsciously gathered toward her.

She wore a flowing, light-colored outfit that carried both elegance and maturity. A stylish sun hat rested above her silver-white hair, while black sunglasses partially concealed her beautiful face.

Yet even so, her appearance still stunned people nearby.

Especially her facial features.

Nearly ninety percent similar to Yang Qingxi.

Anyone familiar with the Yang family would immediately recognise her identity.

Yang Qingyun! (--Image Here--)

The current Madam of the Yang family.

And the mother of Yang Qingxi and Yang Zhen.

Although she was already over forty-five years old, time seemed to have forgotten her entirely. Instead of ageing poorly, she possessed the mature charm of a woman standing at the peak of elegance and confidence.

Every movement she made carried calm composure.

The aura of a true elite businesswoman. Warm on the surface. Dangerous underneath.

The moment Zhang Xulin saw her, her body unconsciously straightened.

She quickly walked forward respectfully.

"Welcome back, Madam."

Smoothly, she took over the luggage without waiting to be told.

Yang Qingyun removed her sunglasses slightly and smiled gently.

"It’s been a long time, Xulin." Her voice sounded cheerful and approachable. "How have you been lately?"

"I’ve been well, Madam."

"Good, good."

Yang Qingyun nodded with satisfaction before looking around the airport casually.

"Were you surprised by my sudden message?" She asked with a laugh. "Sorry for troubling you so early." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

"Not at all, Madam."

Zhang Xulin maintained a professional smile.

Though... the corner of her lips still twitched faintly.

"It just would’ve been better if you’d sent me the arrival time too."

"Hm?"

Yang Qingyun blinked in confusion before pulling out her phone.

A moment later—

"Oh."

She laughed lightly.

"Fufu~ No wonder."

"I actually wrote the message after boarding the plane." She shook her phone helplessly. "Looks like the final message only got sent after I landed."

Zhang Xulin: "..."

As expected. Very reliable as always.

Yang Qingyun then looked at her curiously. "So how long have you been waiting here?"

Zhang Xulin immediately answered stiffly. "Not long, Madam. Shall we leave first?"

Naturally, she would never honestly admit she had been waiting nearly the entire morning. Otherwise, Madam Yang would definitely tease her.

"Of course."

Yang Qingyun smiled brightly while walking forward.

"I can’t wait to see Qingxi after so long." Then her smile slowly became meaningful. "And I especially want to meet this so-called son-in-law she chose for herself."

A sharp glint flashed briefly in her eyes.

"Let’s see what exactly is so special about him."

Zhang Xulin silently pushed the luggage while following behind her.

Internally, however, she could not help thinking:

’Believe it or not, Madam... That man really is a perfect match for Miss Yang.’

Both are terrifying and unreasonable.

Both like smiling while plotting against people.

No—!

Thinking carefully...The entire Yang family seemed abnormal.

Maybe Su Mo truly fit into their household surprisingly well.

"What are you thinking about?"

Suddenly, Yang Qingyun’s face appeared directly in front of hers.

"?!"

Zhang Xulin nearly jumped from fright.

"I-It’s nothing, Madam."

"Really?"

Yang Qingyun narrowed her beautiful eyes suspiciously.

"I felt like you were thinking something rude just now."

Zhang Xulin instantly felt cold sweat forming on her back.

Such terrifying intuition.

Even as a cultivator, she still instinctively felt pressured around Yang Qingyun.

Not because of strength.

But because this woman’s instincts were absurdly sharp.

"You misunderstood, Madam." Zhang Xulin quickly forced out a smile. "You’re practically family to me. How could I think badly about you or others?"

"Oh?"

Yang Qingyun’s smile deepened slightly.

"So you were thinking badly about others, too?"

"...."

Zhang Xulin froze.

Crap!

She walked right into that.

Meanwhile, Yang Qingyun quietly watched her reaction with obvious amusement.

The poor girl is still the same as years ago.

Easy to tease. Fun to scare.

And very honest when panicking.

Seeing Zhang Xulin becoming increasingly nervous, Yang Qingyun finally laughed softly.

"Forget it. I’m in a good mood today, so I won’t interrogate you further."

Only then did Zhang Xulin secretly sigh in relief.

Soon, the two arrived outside the airport.

A luxurious black Maybach was already waiting nearby.

Zhang Xulin quickly opened the rear door respectfully.

After Yang Qingyun entered and sat comfortably inside, Zhang Xulin moved to the driver’s seat.

However, before she could even start the car—

Yang Qingyun suddenly spoke again.

"Now then..."

Her elegant fingers lightly rested against her chin while her lips curved meaningfully.

"Tell me everything about that boy, Su Mo."

Her eyes carried obvious interest now.

"Don’t leave out anything." She smiled warmly. "Start from the very beginning. How did they meet?"

Zhang Xulin’s eyelids twitched slightly.

Internally, she rolled her eyes helplessly.

Shouldn’t Madam already know most things from the butler and the maids?

Still... she quickly understood what Yang Qingyun truly meant.

What Madam wanted were the details that ordinary servants could never notice.

The real interactions hidden from others. Those subtle things between Su Mo and Yang Qingxi.

Zhang Xulin silently apologised to both of them in her heart.

Then, spilled the beans.