Lu Jing looked at the man who was a bit grumpy from waking up and couldn’t help but curl the corners of his mouth.
It was him who insisted on getting up, right?
Whose fault was that?
Luckily, that person never lashed out at his wife.
Lu Jing didn’t plan to intervene—it’s not like he was a child. He was thirty years old, he could deal with it himself.
He simply started tending to his own matters.
The doorbell rang on schedule.
Jiang Ye stepped forward to open the door. As soon as he opened it, Dai Changwan’s figure appeared, hastily holding back the words she was about to say:
She forcefully swallowed back the last word, "good morning."
Instead, it was Jiang Ye who dryly uttered from his mouth:
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The guest is king, after all.
Besides, so early in the morning, it’s better not to be too petty.
What left the deepest impression on Jiang Ye about Dai Changwan was their first meeting.
Ever since then, Jiang Ye had formed quite an opinion about Miss Dai.
Miss Dai was also very self-aware. After all, both were the type who didn’t exactly see eye to eye.
"Morning, Captain Jiang."
Jiang Ye stepped aside:
They couldn’t just keep standing, one inside and one outside the door, right?
That’s when Lu Jing’s voice also chimed in:
"Is Awan here? Come on in, it’s just in time for breakfast!"
The stuff stored in their fridge was far more abundant than in the residential compound, all kinds of things and very fresh. It seemed the aunt kept replacing them all the time.
Naturally, making breakfast became much simpler.
At least, there was no need to worry about ingredients, as everything needed was readily available.
Dai Changwan looked at her friend donning an apron, face all sweet...
Alright, clearly this girl was living the good life.
It was also clear that the Jiang family’s Crown Prince wasn’t treating the young lady poorly.
Otherwise, how could her face be free of any worries? It was truly filled with sweetness and happiness.
Looking and looking, Miss Dai couldn’t help but feel envious.
"Lu Lu, your life, tsk tsk, really is..."
Having known each other so long, even if the rest of the sentence was left unsaid, Lu Jing understood:
"You could too, isn’t Xiang Zheng good to you?
It’s just you being problematic, not realizing the good life you have!"
Lu Jing thought Xiang Zheng was seriously a legendary good husband!
After all, she was well aware of how much her best friend could be a handful.
Ordinary people definitely couldn’t handle it.
But Xiang Zheng, he kept pampering and spoiling her every time.
That’s why, she’s getting bolder by the day, and not even afraid if the sky were to fall—as, after all, Xiang Zheng would be there to cover for her.
Speaking of which, Dai Changwan fell silent, her hands not stopping as she grabbed a custard bun from the plate on the table:
"Hey, this tastes good, Xiao Lu. Have you gotten so skilled now? A virtuous wife and good mother, huh?"
"Sit down and eat, no need to rush this moment."
Just as she was about to ask someone else to sit down and eat, she looked up, but there was no one there.
"Jiang Ye?" she called out.
Then she saw him emerge from the study, holding two envelope bags.
Seeing those, it was clear they were the two hundred thousand in cash prepared the night before.
He casually tossed them on the nearby sofa:
Miss Dai, who had been facing away, choked fiercely.
Vigorously chewing the bun in her mouth, she morosely spoke:
"Could you two not feed people dog food this early in the morning?"