Capital City, West Mountain, within a certain courtyard.
After touring several countries in East Asia and concluding a visit that lasted nearly a month, Vice President Li and his wife, Ye Qingqing, had finally returned to their homeland and to their own home.
In front of others, the couple appeared to treat each other with great respect, but their manner of interaction at home seemed rather strange.
Inside the living room, on a large sofa, the two sitting together were oddly distant from each other, separated by two or three seats' worth of space.
"It's getting late, Brother Feng, I'm going to sleep first. You should rest early too!"
Ye Qingqing, who had just taken a bath and washed away her fatigue, had merely exchanged a few idle words with Li Feng before she stood up.
After giving Li Feng a nod, she got up and walked away.
"Are you going to sleep in the west wing again? After all these years of marriage, do you still refuse to sleep here?"
