Starting that night, Lu Weixi felt as if she had returned to the days of their original cold war.
Aunt Hao had come back from the old house, and the servants at the West Mountain villa were present as well, each performing their duties, with no notable difference.
Qin Zhiyou still came home every day, but just as before, he would go to sleep in the study after arriving. Usually, when they saw each other, they wouldn't speak unless necessary. In fact, their chances of meeting were scarce. Qin Zhiyou was very busy, and he might just be getting home when she was about to rest. By the time she woke up to go to work, perhaps Qin Zhiyou had already left.