Upstairs.
Butler Wen, concealed in the corner, observed as Old Sir received assistance to stand and softly whispered, "Old Sir, right this way!"
Bo Desong confidently approached and stood beside him, peering downstairs. "Any progress?"
Butler Wen reported, "They're merely engaged in conversation; no substantial developments."
Bo Desong scoffed, "Yi is such a dimwit. Why doesn't he just kiss her?" After a moment's contemplation, he added, "Isn't the atmosphere enough? Quick, have someone bring the emergency lotus lanterns and LED candles."
"Certainly, sir!"
Before long, a multitude of exquisite lotus lights adorned the living room, while LED candles graced every tabletop, creating a romantic and alluring ambiance.
"Wait!" Fang Yuan halted one of the servants responsible for arranging candles and lanterns. "Please inform Grandpa that I am leaving."