But a few, particularly some of the younger women who'd been dragged to this expensive restaurant by wealthy but inattentive partners, watched with something like envy.
Because regardless of etiquette or social standing or any other measure of worth, what they were witnessing was undeniable: Master Huo loved his wife. Completely. Obviously. Devotedly.
And in the end, perhaps that mattered more than all the proper manners in the world.
"What do you think? Is it delicious?" Huo Ting Cheng whispered, his thumb gently wiping the corner of Tang Fei's lips.
"Mmm... really sweet. You picked the best one." She savored the bite, her eyes closing in contentment.
Before he could respond, footsteps approached. Huo Qi appeared, dragging a suitcase that presumably held their belongings. Beside him walked Huo Shen, his expression apologetic and nervous.
