In truth, for Song Lianhe to make sense of all this, she didn't need to take any action. She just had to let things run their course and stop meddling.
This way, everything about Zhou Cangyan's "kiss" from the day before became clear, and Song Lianhe no longer had to get hung up on it.
She arrived at the drawing room, where Marquis Xuan Chang and the Marchioness were already waiting. When they saw her, her grandparents smiled happily. "My dear granddaughter, look what Grandfather bought you! It's the sweet dumplings you loved as a child! And rice cakes, flower preserves..." As he spoke, he pulled a small pinwheel from his robes. "And this!"
Song Lianhe was both amused and exasperated. "Grandfather, how old do you think I am? I stopped playing with these things long ago."
"Ah, then what do you like, my dear granddaughter? Tell your grandfather, and I'll go get it all for you!"
