They left the cemetery, and the car sped along the road.
When they reached the downtown area, Lao Bai was the first to get out of the car: ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel⟡fire.net
"Lao Bai, what time is your flight tomorrow?"
"Three in the afternoon, why?"
"Let’s have lunch together tomorrow noon. I’ll bring my wife."
Upon hearing this, Lao Bai immediately understood and naturally couldn’t refuse:
"Sure, it’s not often you’re treating, kid!"
Not far down the road, a very low-key black Volkswagen had been waiting with its hazard lights on.
After Lao Bai finished speaking, he headed straight for the Volkswagen.
Just before getting into the car, he waved towards them, then pulled open the door and got in.
Soon, the black Volkswagen started and drove off in the opposite direction.
Jiang Ye started his car and immediately rushed home.
It was already past ten o’clock in the evening, not too early, but not too late either.
When they passed a night market stall selling sweet tofu dessert, the car stopped.
There was no helping it, since his beloved woman liked it.
"Madam, one bowl of the sweet kind, but with less sugar."
"Eh, young man, just wait a moment."
"No worries, take your time."
It’s first come, first served, there was still a queue ahead.
Jiang Ye was never one to seek special treatment, not to mention the issue of professional identity, which made it even more unlikely.
This delay lasted several minutes.
His phone rang again, and upon seeing the caller, a smile quickly formed on his lips:
"Wife, I’ll be there soon, just a few minutes."
On the phone, Lu Jing uncomfortably hummed in agreement, then continued:
"When you come back, could you also pick up something for me from the supermarket outside?"
Jiang Ye furrowed his brows:
The phone was silent for a few seconds:
He finally understood.
But Jiang Ye, being a man, also felt a bit uncomfortable, his face still feeling warm.
The call was ended by the other party, and a series of beep tones followed.
Luckily, the tofu dessert was ready:
"Young man, your sweet tofu dessert."
Jiang Ye snapped back to reality, quickly took it, and then pulled out some cash to pay:
There definitely wasn’t a convenience store inside the fire station, so he had to buy it outside.
But this was truly the first time Captain Jiang had ever come to buy such a thing, it was really...
The supermarket owner had been watching for a long time, always feeling that this man was acting suspicious, and had quietly taken out her phone and dialed 110, ready to call at any moment.
"Eh, eh, eh, young man, what do you really want to buy?" she asked.
Finally facing her, Jiang Ye first showed a very uncomfortable smile and scratched the back of his head:
"I, I’m buying it for my wife."
Upon hearing this, the owner immediately understood and stood up:
"Oh, you should have said so earlier, it’s just sanitary pads? Come on, let me introduce them to you."
The owner was really enthusiastic.
But Jiang Ye didn’t refuse.
Mainly because he wasn’t very familiar with all the different brands of sanitary pads on display.
Having someone introduce them was obviously the best option, otherwise, he would have to call back and ask.
The owner came over and began to enthusiastically introduce:
"This one is ABC, it has mint, this one is HSB, use this one if it’s a heavy flow, otherwise, Seven Degrees or Su Fei are fine, then do you need it for night or day use?"
Jiang Ye heard every word clearly, but just couldn’t grasp it all at once.
What’s all this about?