Today, after the incident involving Meng Tingting, she had spent some time with Meng Tingting's mother and only just arrived home to find it eerily quiet, devoid of its usual atmosphere.
The butler greeted her when he saw her, "Madam."
"Where is Xia Yunsheng?" Mrs. Cheng asked.
"Uh... upstairs."
Mrs. Cheng went upstairs; her primary concern was the two children.
The first thing she did every day was to check on the children, but today the door was closed.
She knocked on the door, but there was no response. She looked at the butler and asked, "What's going on?"
"The young madam has locked herself in for a long time now. She hasn't eaten breakfast or lunch."
"Is she sick or something?" Mrs. Cheng couldn't fathom it, how a mother could still act like a petulant child, "Go get the keys."
Obediently, the butler went downstairs. Cheng Yanzhi heard the commotion and came out of the study.
Seeing him, Mrs. Cheng asked, "You're here! What's the matter with your wife?"
