Snapping back to his senses, Lu Yuan looked at Aunt Zhao's reproachful expression and couldn't help but let out a couple of awkward chuckles.
'I'm so used to holding my wife, I just subconsciously copped a feel.'
Zhao Qiao'Er, her face flushed red, shot Lu Yuan a glare with her beautiful eyes before chiding him playfully,
"Don't get handsy!"
With that said, Zhao Qiao'Er, still blushing, leaned against Lu Yuan's shoulder again.
They traveled the rest of the way in silence. Around seven or eight in the evening, the convoy finally returned to Taiping City.
When they arrived at the Zhao Family estate, Su Liyan was still sleeping soundly.
Lu Yuan simply carried his wife out of the carriage.
The Zhao Family estate was a grand residence with three successive courtyards.
The front courtyard was where the Nursing Home staff, Maids, and old matrons lived.
The middle courtyard was where Zhao Qiao'Er lived by herself.
