*Runze's POV*
"Young Master?"
Mrs. Wen's gentle voice filters through the study door, followed immediately by the quiet click of the latch.
She steps inside carrying a small woven tray, a steaming fresh teapot resting in the center. Her warm expression softens into a faint frown the moment her eyes land on the desk, noticing the original teapot and two cups sitting untouched beside my laptop.
"You've both barely had a drop," she says, setting her tray down and swapping the cold teapot for the fresh, steaming one. She gives me a pointed look as she pours a warm serving into my cup. "You should drink while you work, Young Master. Stress and an empty stomach won't do you any good, especially now."
I offer her a weak smile, accepting the warm porcelain.
Her gaze shifts toward Ling Yue. "And that goes for you as well, sir."
Ling Yue sits up a little straighter under her careful scrutiny, taking his own cup with a quiet, polite nod.
"We will, Mrs. Wen."
