After a good night’s sleep, the next day, Xiaoxiao woke up to find that Yang Ming was no longer by her side. It was still not completely light outside; where could he have gone, perhaps to the latrine?
Xiaoxiao waited for a while but still saw no sign of him returning, growing a bit anxious. She got dressed and stepped outside.
To her surprise, she saw Yang Ming practicing his punches in the courtyard. This was the first time she had seen him practice his boxing, and Yang Ming’s posture was quite manly.
When Yang Ming saw his wife come out, he quickly said, "Wife, why did you come out? Go back inside, it’s cold in the morning."
Xiaoxiao’s heart warmed up. Yang Ming always cared about her first and foremost. She shook her head, "I’m not cold, I’m dressed warmly. Husband, are you practicing your punches?"
"Yes." This set of punches was learned from the folks at the Escort Agency. To protect his wife, he must have some skills. Before, he was just flailing around, but now, at last, he didn’t have to flail around blindly; someone had taught him.
Xiaoxiao felt a pang of distress and scolded, "Husband, your injury hasn’t healed yet? How can you practice so strenuously?"
Just a few days had passed since he was beaten by his brother, barely a week, and now he was already practicing punches again. The internal injury that made him spit blood wasn’t something easy to recover from.
Even an iron-clad body couldn’t withstand it, yet he really wasn’t taking good care of himself.
Yang Ming knew his wife cared about him. His heart warmed up too, "Wife, I’m fine. My body is almost completely healed. I’m just practicing slowly. Please go back inside. I will come back to the room after a bit."
Watching Yang Ming, Xiaoxiao thought he was certainly doing this to protect her. Having such a husband was truly wonderful. She thought if she couldn’t stop him, then she might as well join him.
She turned and flashed a smile, saying to Yang Ming, "Husband, actually, I know how to box too."
"..." Yang Ming was stunned by her words, having never heard her mention this before. Plus, the way Xiaoxiao fought didn’t seem like it; she just swung her fists wildly, much like a scuffle with a shrew—bluntly speaking, there was no difference.
Seeing the look in Yang Ming’s eyes, Xiaoxiao continued, "What? You don’t believe me?"
"..." Was she being underestimated? She really could do it, though she might not be skilled in applying it, but at least she had learned a set of military boxing in school.
"Husband, when I was at school back home, I learned a set of military boxing. Although I might not be skilled in applying it, it is a good technique, and I hope it can help you."
Hearing her say it was from her hometown, Yang Ming now believed her without a doubt, realizing his wife might truly know it.
Then he watched as his wife got ready, and started saying, "Military boxing first set, prepare to fight, ha, ha..."
Yang Ming’s eyes widened; it was indeed a good technique. He began to learn it from his wife.
He seemed to understand the use of this technique, which appeared to be superior to what he had been practicing. This would be very helpful to the folks at the Escort Agency.
Overjoyed, he scooped his wife up in the yard, spinning her around several times and saying, "Wife, you are amazing."
"Put me down quickly, be careful, there are so many people in the house, don’t wake them up."
"Yes." Yang Ming quickly set his wife down, having gotten overly excited and forgetting they were in the yard. He had become accustomed to holding his wife .
The proud Xiaoxiao said, "See, I told you I could do it."
"Yes, my wife can do anything."
Xiaoxiao threw a confident look at Yang Ming, "Follow me, and you’ll always have meat to eat."