***
Qiao Chutian hadn't finished his work when he returned.
Upon his return, he headed straight upstairs, and when he saw no one there, his heart tightened. He hurriedly ran down to ask Mrs. Zhang in the kitchen.
"The young lady and Old Zhang are sowing seeds in the backyard,"
Mrs. Zhang said with a smile, "Young Master, you don't have to worry, the young lady's in a very good state today."
"That's good to hear."
Qiao Chutian walked to the backyard and saw Mai Xiaomai wearing an apron, with her pant legs rolled up, water shoes on her feet, holding a watering can and sprinkling water over the freshly turned soil, her face brimming with happiness.
Seeing her bright smile, Qiao Chutian felt as if his own heart had blossomed under the sun.
He wished he could see her smiling like this every day.
She was meant to smile like this.
"The Young Master is back,"
Uncle Zhang, noticing him, quickly greeted him.
