Song Yansheng's eyes trembled slightly, and he said, "Mom, I have my own arrangements for this. Don't worry!"
Yu Yao knew that her son surely had a plan. If he didn't want to speak, asking further would be futile.
She said, "Alright, I won't press you if you don't want to say. Can you at least tell me, how long... how long until you take action against him? At least give me a sense of assurance!"
Song Yansheng paused in his movement of massaging Yu Yao's legs and spoke lightly, "Within the year!"
...
That day, Shi Nuan slept with Ye Mingmei. In no time, Ye Mingmei had fallen into a deep, sweet sleep.
Shi Nuan, however, lay awake for a long time, troubled by the words Yu Yao had said.
Later, as dawn approached, she finally felt a little sleepy and drifted off to sleep.
Early the next morning, around eight o'clock, Shi Nuan woke up. The bed was empty beside her; Ye Mingmei had already gotten up.
