She could not quite believe that he had gone, that he had pretended to go again, and was trying to make fun of her. So she got up and opened the bathroom door to look. The clothes he had taken off were left there, waiting to be washed by her.
He was not in the study either. He had really left. Perhaps he had gone home. This was what she had been looking forward to. She ignored the inexplicable disappointment in her heart. She lay back on the bed, picked up the book, and slowly flipped through it.
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The next day was Old Master Qiao's 80th birthday.
Old Master Qiao never liked to make too much noise, so he didn't invite many guests. He didn't even inform his relatives, so he only gathered his family for a reunion meal.
Everyone in the Qiao family had a smile on their faces. The older the old man was, the more he looked like a child. He was amiable to everyone, and even the servants liked him.