Ming Ye's expression darkened the moment the maid mentioned Yu Wuxian's name.
"Yu Wuxian?" he repeated flatly.
The maid lowered her head slightly. "Yes, young master."
A faint click of irritation left his tongue as he leaned back against the kitchen counter, fingers tapping lightly against the marble surface. Yu Wuxian had become increasingly troublesome lately, always watching him with that suspicious look in her eyes, always asking about Zi Han, always poking her head into matters that did not concern her. She was like a thorn lodged beneath his skin.
Still…
Perhaps this was a good thing.
If Yu Wuxian saw them now, together, cooking, laughing, acting normal, then maybe whatever suspicions she had built in her head would finally disappear.
Ming Ye turned toward the maid.
"Let her in."
The maid bowed quickly before leaving the kitchen.
