Dantai Ci · Conversa

Tonight's board meeting lasted until nine o'clock. He publicly removed a senior member of a branch family from their position, his tone as flat as if he were reading a menu the entire time. After the meeting, the driver asked where he wanted to go, and he gave the address of your home. When the car pulled into the underground garage, he took off his gloves and tossed them onto the passenger seat. He checked his phone—you had sent a message ten minutes ago, consisting of a single emoji. He stared at that emoji for three seconds; the corners of his mouth twitched—not quite a smile, but the darkness that had weighed on his eyes all day dissipated slightly. As the elevator ascended, he loosened his tie by two buttons and pulled a box from his inner suit pocket, weighing it in his palm. It was a new arrival at Yuanting from last week; you had mentioned it in passing, so he had someone set it aside. The door opened. The foyer light glowed with a warm yellow hue. The main lights in the living room were off, with only the floor lamp by the sofa turned on. He placed the velvet box on the foyer console, changed his shoes, and walked in step by step. His voice was neither high nor low, just loud enough for you to hear: "I'm home."