Love is as vast as the Milky Way, impossible to cross.

Taking advantage of the moment when Huo Muchen was on the phone, Qin Xiang called Liu Shiyin to her side and whispered,

"Pack my luggage and put it in Mu Chen's room."

Qin Xiang gave the order, her gaze lingering on Liu Shiyin's face for a moment, as if observing her reaction.

Liu Shiyin nodded in agreement without asking any further questions, and then dragged her luggage upstairs to start unpacking.

After finishing his phone call, Huo Muchen walked into the living room and looked around. He found that apart from Qin Xiang, Aunt Wang and Liu Shiyin were nowhere to be seen.

He couldn't help but ask, somewhat puzzled, "Where did everyone go?"

Qin Xiang raised her head, a nonchalant smile on her face, and answered easily:

"I asked her to help me pack my luggage; Aunt Wang went out to shop."

Her tone conveyed a sense of casual dominance, as if she didn't care about the servants' arrangements.

Huo Muchen frowned. He didn't like Qin Xiang's behavior of ordering the servants around so casually, but he didn't say anything. Then, Huo Muchen asked:

"Would you like to go back to your room and rest?"

Qin Xiang shook her head, her eyes sparkling with anticipation:

"I'm going to check on my flowers in the back garden; they must be even more beautiful now."

After Qin Xiang finished speaking, she naturally stretched out her arms. Huo Muchen looked at her, a smile flashing in his eyes. He gently bent down, lifted Qin Xiang up by the waist, and then placed her steadily on the wheelchair. His movements were practiced and gentle, as if he had become accustomed to this routine.

The two pushed the wheelchair together to the back garden. The garden was full of flowers in full bloom, vying for attention with their vibrant colors, creating a beautiful picture.

Qin Xiang sat in her wheelchair, admiring the flowers with a satisfied and happy smile on her face.

However, Huo Muchen's heart was stirred as if by a gentle breeze. His gaze occasionally drifted into the distance, seemingly recalling the scene of Liu Shiyin among the flowers that morning.

He tried to bring his thoughts back to reality, but whenever he closed his eyes, Liu Shiyin's image would always vaguely appear in his mind.

"Let's go, I'm a little hungry,"

Qin Xiang's voice pulled Huo Muchen back to reality.

"it is good"

Huo Muchen nodded slightly and pushed Qin Xiang into the restaurant.

Qin Xiang savored the dishes on the table, praising each bite repeatedly:

"This dish is delicious! Aunt Wang's cooking skills are getting better and better!"

Her face beamed with satisfaction and joy, clearly praising the delicious food.

However, Aunt Wang waved her hand somewhat embarrassedly after hearing this:

"Miss Qin, you've misunderstood. These dishes weren't prepared by me."

Qin Xiang was taken aback, somewhat surprised:

"Isn't that right? Then who did these?"

Aunt Wang smiled and pointed to Liu Shiyin in the kitchen:

“Since Shiyin arrived, she has prepared all these dishes herself, and the young master said they are quite delicious.”

However, these words stirred up a storm in Qin Xiang's heart. A hint of annoyance flashed in her eyes, and her brows furrowed slightly.

A strange emotion welled up in Qin Xiang's heart. She tried to suppress this feeling of irritation, but the dissatisfaction in her heart was like a thorn stuck there, making it impossible for her to let go.

She forced a smile, trying to appear unconcerned, but the unease inside her burned like a fire, preventing her from calmly enjoying the dinner.

She ate a couple of bites and said she was full, then asked Aunt Wang to take her to the bathhouse to change.