"I've asked them to get the guest room ready, you'll be sleeping here tonight, just let me know if you need anything!" Lin Zhiya said, with an air as if she was afraid Rong Yan would run away, immediately grabbing Rong Yan's hand with a beaming smile, "Since you're staying here tonight, let's not rush into acupuncture right away. Come, come, try the fruit tea we made earlier. Taste it and see if it's good. If you like it, next time I'll teach you how to make another kind. The roses in the garden have bloomed; we can make rose tea too."
"...Okay." Rong Yan had never been treated so warmly by any elder. In the Rong Family, Jiang Meiqi acted as if she didn't exist, and Rong Nanfeng was out of the house on 360 of the 365 days in a year. Even on the rare occasions he did come back, he would only pay her lip service with a few words of concern before burying himself in his study. As for Old Madame Jiang, she saw Rong Yan as a thorn in her side and never hid her dislike.