Luckily, Lu Jing never cared much for these superficial things. After Jiang Yuan finished her phone call, he even took out two boxes of cherries from the fridge.
Each cherry was plump and glossy, clearly looking delicious on sight.
Of course, that meant the price wasn’t exactly friendly.
"Xiao Yuan, come, have some fruit."
When Jiang Yuan saw them, her eyes immediately lit up:
Who doesn’t like cherries?
Otherwise, why would they be so expensive?
And these, they very likely weren’t domestic cherries either.
The domestic cherries were slightly sour, and Jiang Yuan had disliked sour stuff since she was young.
Two large boxes, at least three to four pounds in total.
The sisters-in-law sat on the sofa and finished them off in no time.
When Jiang Ye walked through the door, both of them even let out burps one after the other.
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Lu Jing was okay, not too surprised.
The man hadn’t asked anything over the phone, so she had more or less guessed what was going on.
As expected, he had stuck around again.
"What are you two doing?"
"Nothing, we’re not doing anything." Jiang Yuan was very nervous.
Looking , how could you not think they were up to something?
There was no helping it, Jiang Yuan was scared of her own brother, far more than she was of Jiang Huai.
Lu Jing gave an awkward tug at the corner of her mouth:
And showing up so suddenly.
The man changed his shoes, tossed the car keys on the cabinet by the entrance, and came in:
"You two are quite something, encountering such a big incident and not even notifying anyone?"
This was obviously an accusation, right?
To be honest, not getting angry would be a total lie!
Lu Jing swallowed, not daring to pick up the conversation, while Jiang Yuan became as quiet as a chicken.
Jiang Ye’s gaze swept over their heads, making both of them intensely uncomfortable.
Finally, he casually grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the cabinet and drank.
At that moment, Lu Jing, with sharp eyes, noticed a wound on the man’s wrist:
Jiang Ye hadn’t even noticed it himself and was startled by the question.
Then, following his wife’s gaze, he saw it was probably just a scrape he got while he was in action, a small cut that had already scabbed over.
"It’s nothing, just a minor injury."
Still, Lu Jing got up from the sofa and came over.
Jiang Yuan followed as well.
"Brother, are you sure you’re okay?"
Jiang Ye waved his hand:
"Do I look like something’s wrong?"
Lu Jing deliberately coughed loudly and reached out to carefully check the man’s wrist.
The cut wasn’t deep, but it was quite long, at least four or five centimeters.
"Stop moving around, I’m going to find the first-aid kit. Xiao Yuan, keep an eye on your brother."
"Oh, okay, sister-in-law."
While Lu Jing went to get the first-aid kit, Jiang Ye was not so obedient, about to move.
"Brother, don’t move around, otherwise I’m telling sister-in-law!"
"You think you’re holding the Imperial Sword?"
Jiang Yuan had never dared to be this firm with her brother before:
"Sister-in-law said so, and if you don’t listen, it’s not my fault."
Is that a feather duster?
That’s the Imperial Sword, alright?
For a moment, Jiang Ye stopped moving, standing still, except for his eyes that kept darting toward his sister in front of him.
Jiang Yuan’s scalp tingled, her heart trembling even more, silently praying:
Sister-in-law, come quickly, sister-in-law, hurry!
Thankfully, Lu Jing didn’t delay either, quickly returning with the household first-aid kit.