On the training ground, everyone was presently taking a break at halftime, and from a distance, many had seen Great Demon Jiang’s face, which seemed to be smiling with an unusually profound meaning.
"Damn, could he be up to some mischief again?"
"Every time I see him smile, I just want to cry."
However, some experienced people noticed something:
"Don’t worry, Great Demon Jiang won’t torture us this time."
Upon closer inspection, it was clear that the smile on the Great Demon’s face was different from usual.
It was the kind only seen when he was thinking about his wife.
Naturally, the group of singles couldn’t discern anything, but those with experience could definitely see the signs, after all, everyone’s daily lives seemed quite similar.
After Jiang Ye arrived, he indeed didn’t trouble everyone as usual, but rather sought out Old Qin, and the two even struck up a conversation.
The group was originally supposed to rest for only five minutes, but now they had been resting for more than ten minutes—it was truly a once-in-a-century sight.
So much so that they eventually disbanded directly.
Though it was also about time for dinner.
Watching a swarm of kids dash into the cafeteria like maniacs, both Old Qin and Jiang Ye couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow:
"Do they really need to do that? Did they ever go hungry at any meal?"
Jiang Ye tugged at the corner of his lip:
Though it looked bad, it didn’t affect other things.
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Old Qin clicked his tongue several times:
"Old Jiang, you’re acting unusual today, come on, what good fortune did you come across?"
Otherwise, how could he be in such a good mood?
Go fool someone else.
Jiang Ye smiled, but his mind recalled the touch from before, and suddenly his whole body felt off.
After suppressing it, he then said:
"There is good fortune, but there’s no way I’m telling you!"
"What’s the situation? Surely it couldn’t have been during that time just now when you went to the bathroom with your wife..."
"Get lost, get lost, get lost, what are you thinking about?"
A couple’s private matters obviously couldn’t be carelessly discussed, idiotic to think otherwise.
"Work’s over, aren’t you going home?"
Old Qin immediately said:
"Going, how could I not go home? Let’s go together."
Both paired up to go home again, and only separated upon reaching the entrance of their apartment building.
At this moment, in the family building, Lu Jing had been mentally preparing herself dozens of times.
Yet, when the door was once again opened from the outside, and she saw the familiar figure, she couldn’t help but become stupefied.
"You... you’re back?"
Jiang Ye casually closed the door, leisurely switched his shoes, tossed his keys on the cabinet, and then stepped forward:
He had already chuckled internally upon entering and seeing his wife rolling about on the sofa.
Little did Lu Jing know of her man’s thoughts. Sitting up and just about to speak, she realized that all her mental preparations and affirmations seemed useless.
There was nothing to apply now, her mind muddled and recalling nothing.
"Nothing, wasn’t doing much."
Wasn’t this man just out not too long ago?
Why did he suddenly come back?
"Did you finish work?" She continued to ask.
Usually, Lu Jing didn’t stare down Jiang Ye with such eagerness, so the kind of mood Jiang Ye was in could probably be guessed even by the toes.
"Yes, I’ve done for the day, wife, have you decided?"
"Decided what?" She asked, noticeably unsettled.
Jiang Ye leaned in closer and pressed down even more:
"What do you think?" his voice deliberately lowered.