Hearing Ming Jinxin say "daughter," the girl was startled and, after pondering for a while, cautiously asked, "Is it Uncle Ning’s daughter?"

Ming Jinxin nodded.

"So she’s a sister, huh? I’m really lucky today." Confirming Ning Youguang’s identity, the girl’s face immediately showed a warm and bright smile. She even eagerly let go of Ming Jinxin’s hand, walked to the other side of Ning Youguang, and held her arm, "Carrying so many things must be heavy, sister. I’ll call my assistant to help you carry them, so you won’t be so tired shopping with us later."

Ning Youguang gently laughed and politely declined, "I can carry them myself."

Ming Jinxin smiled beside her and reminded, "Hengheng, she’s two years older than you, so you should call her sister."

"Is it sister? Auntie, I couldn’t tell at all." The girl looked at Ning Youguang as if she were greatly surprised.

"Yes, it’s sister," Ming Jinxin said with a smile, "You can just call her Sister Youguang."

The girl immediately changed her address, "Sister Youguang hasn’t put on makeup, right? Your skin looks so good..."

...

In a renowned villa area in the capital.

"Bao, you’re back?" Mrs. Zhao, after her nap, yawned while coming down the stairs and happened to see her son, dressed in a white shirt and black pants and looking particularly neat and tidy, slowly walking in through the door.

Zhao Ying nodded slightly, his handsome face showing no expression.

"What’s wrong? Did something unhappy happen when you had dinner with your junior?"

Outsiders see him as gentle and refined, appearing courteous and gentlemanly to everyone, yet he maintains a sense of distance from many people and is not particularly close. Especially when he needs his own space, his demeanor becomes even more indifferent, exuding a kind of aloofness that keeps people at a distance.

But at home, especially when there are fewer family members around, he relaxes considerably, even to the point of appearing a bit lazy.

Mrs. Zhao had never seen such a displeased expression after her son returned from a long-anticipated meeting.

It was like something was blocking him entirely.

"I’m going upstairs to rest." Zhao Ying didn’t directly answer Mrs. Zhao’s question and instead stepped toward the stairs.

"Do you want to drink some nourishing soup? It’s good for sleeping." Seeing him this way, Mrs. Zhao became a little worried.

"No, thank you." Zhao Ying quickly ascended the stairs.

Mrs. Zhao silently watched her son’s tall back, contemplating various things that might have made him unhappy, yet she refrained from speaking about these sensitive topics, which could potentially make him even unhappier at this moment.

Instead, she switched to a lighter subject, "Did Miss Ning like the gift I prepared?"

Zhao Ying continued upstairs, slightly impatiently responding, "Didn’t give it."

"Why didn’t you give it? I saw you took it with you." Mrs. Zhao’s tone was filled with regret. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"She was caught in traffic today, arrived the latest, and I didn’t get the chance." Zhao Ying sighed gently; it was something he hadn’t anticipated.

Meanwhile, he had just reached the second floor.

Seeing her son was about to disappear, Mrs. Zhao asked again, "Do you think I could invite Miss Ning to our place to see some paintings in a few days? Incidentally, the art pieces I recently had people find from various places should arrive home soon."

Zhao Ying stopped and turned to look downstairs, "Try to invite her."

"Got it, I just knew it," Mrs. Zhao responded joyfully, "You get some rest now, and I’ll let you know once the appointment is set." 1314