Jiang Jinghuai seed a bit distracted on the way back.
He tilted his head to glance at her face, as flawless as jade, then looked ahead, his gaze turning cold. "Sangsang, how did you co up with braised beef noodles?" It wasn’t that he wanted to be overly suspicious, but after years of carrying out missions, being suspicious had beco second nature. His wife—there were just too many inconsistencies, too many mysteries about her. He was sure of one thing: she wasn’t a spy. Because no spy would be so easily riddled with flaws like her. Then, what exactly was she?
"I ca up with it myself, of course. Don’t underestimate a housewife’s creativity when it cos to food. They’re miracle workers, trust . Besides, I’m trying to be a progressive military wife, always staying aligned with a soldier’s high standards of awareness." Tian Sangsang replied naturally, her clear eyes fixed on him. "What’s the matter? Are you srized by my beauty right now, feeling like you can never leave ?"
So self-absorbed and narcissistic. Yet, it was precisely this version of her that captivated him.
"My wife is amazing!" Jiang Jinghuai pinched her cheek with amusent, letting out a low sigh. "I wish I could spend my whole life tied to your apron strings." Yes, no matter what, she was his woman—the one he intended to spend his whole life with. Her eyes were still so pure and harmless. What was he even overthinking about?
"But I don’t wear aprons that often."
Jiang Jinghuai gave her a sidelong glance. "But you wear sothing else every day..." (You know what I an.)
"Ah! A pervert! Sobody catch the pervert!" Tian Sangsang gave his waist a playful slap, only to be pulled into his arms.
She grinned slyly. "Oh, Jiang Jinghuai. The other day, I walked past a super fancy, super extravagant, super romantic, high-end restaurant in Beijing. I think it was called sothing... I can’t quite rember. It’s on West City Road. Have you ever been there before?" West City Road was a famous comrcial street in Beijing, known for its luxurious establishnts.
"A Michelin-starred restaurant?" Jiang Jinghuai asked in his deep voice.
"Yes! That’s the one!" She eagerly studied his profile. She was dropping such an obvious hint—surely, he’d get it, right?
"Never been," Jiang Jinghuai replied with a faint shake of his head. "But I’ve heard it’s good. If you want, we can take Yanyan there tomorrow."
Tian Sangsang: "Uh..." -_-||
**
Tian Sangsang and Jiang Jinghuai arrived at the factory.
A delivery truck was parked there, and the security guard, Xiao Lin, was talking to the driver.
As soon as Xiao Lin saw Tian Sangsang, he rushed over respectfully. "Boss, they said they’ve delivered the equipnt you ordered and brought it over specially." Since Xiao Lin hadn’t received any prior notice from Tian Sangsang, he didn’t dare to let them in on his own judgnt. Now that she was here, he was ready to wait for her instructions.
To be honest, Xiao Lin was shocked. Who would’ve thought that the girl who ca by asking him for information earlier—and even slipped him a few packs of fancy cigarettes—would, in just a few days, turn around and beco his boss? And now she had taken over this factory. Was it too late to return the cigarettes?
"Yes, I did order the equipnt. Open the gate and let them in."
Tian Sangsang greeted the driver briefly.
After Xiao Lin opened the gate, Tian Sangsang and Jiang Jinghuai followed them in.
The factory had been cleaned up—it was spacious and tidy. There were several separate factory buildings, unevenly distributed. So were one-story, others two or three stories high. Jiang Jinghuai’s sharp eyes discreetly assessed the surroundings.
The delivery personnel consisted of just one young guy—a sowhat fresh-faced driver—but the amount of machinery was substantial. Purification machines, drying machines, and various glass apparatuses. Xiao Lin instinctively lent a hand, helping the young man move the equipnt into the factories.
"Be careful, all of you. Don’t get hurt," Tian Sangsang urged, itching to help.
Jiang Jinghuai firmly pressed down on her shoulders, raising an eyebrow. "You go sit on the side. I’ve got this."
"I can do it too."
"Your man doesn’t just serve you in bed; he also serves you in everyday life," Jiang Jinghuai countered. "If I let you do it, what good am I?"
Though his logic made sense and ward her heart, Tian Sangsang still insisted, "Don’t forget, I used to be the type of rugged woman who’d stroll around with a hoe every day. I could princess-carry a grown man no problem."
"Even so, no way." Jiang Jinghuai found that he could barely rember what she used to look like. Vaguely, he recalled darker skin and the image of her standing on a stage, belting out, "Face injustice with a roar! Strike when the ti is right!"
Tian Sangsang suggested, "How about I assist you?"
"With that tiny fra of yours?" With zero hesitation, Jiang Jinghuai dismissed her and hefted a purification machine.
"Careful! Let lend a hand." She tried stepping in to help but was frozen in place by a single glare from him. "Stand there. Don’t move."
Xiao Lin, returning to fetch another load, snuck a glance at the "boss’s wife." Oh no, wait—he should say the boss’s *man*. Jiang Jinghuai’s tall, striking figure cut an impressive silhouette. Together with his boss, they made such a stunning pair it was impossible not to admire them.
Tian Sangsang had no choice but to stand and watch as they moved the equipnt. They worked quickly but still ended up drenched in sweat. She had thought about cooking a al as a thank-you, but there weren’t any groceries, and anyway, they’d all just had breakfast and weren’t particularly hungry.
Once everything was settled, Tian Sangsang gave Jiang Jinghuai a tour of the factory. The two of them went to the office building to rest. Although the place had been cleaned up, the finer details still needed work. For instance, the office furniture was dusty—to the point where it was unusable. Tian Sangsang found a cleaning rag and was about to wet it when it was taken out of her hands. Jiang Jinghuai said, "I’ll do it. You stand there and don’t move."
Tian Sangsang frowned slightly, watching him busily clean up. After finishing one chair, he moved it in front of her, wiped it down with a dry cloth, and said, "In a mont, you can sit."
He then opened the windows for ventilation and went on to thoroughly clean the other tables and chairs in the office. Tian Sangsang sat leisurely in the chair, letting out a chuckle. "Jiang Jinghuai, going out of your way to be so attentive can only an one thing: guilt. Co on, spill it. What did you do behind my back?" First, he voluntarily moved machinery, and now he was zealously tidying up the office. He was like a hardworking little bee today.
Jiang Jinghuai wiped away so sweat and narrowed his deep-set eyes. "No need to thank now. Just give an extra round tonight."
"..."
Tian Sangsang sulked. "Is now really the ti to be discussing this? Don’t you think you’re acting weird today? It’s totally suspicious." I an, soone who normally wouldn’t even cook is now cleaning furniture?
Jiang Jinghuai put down the cleaning rag and suddenly fixed his dark, burning eyes on her. Step by step, he approached.
Tian Sangsang’s breath hitched. "What are you doing? Don’t talk to with your eyes, okay?" His sudden shift to this intense deanor—it was downright spooky!
"Last night, I didn’t wear *anything*." He pressed his lips together solemnly.
I know! You don’t need to keep repeating it!
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