At midnight, Li Ye was preparing to fall asleep, thoroughly satisfied.
Ever since Wen Leyu had used a bit of reverse psychology to get their son and daughter sleeping in the small room, the couple had once again returned to their carefree, fish-in-water happy days.
Experts had once analyzed vast amounts of scientific data and reached a conclusion: if two people exercised a little before bed, then whispered sweet nothings by their pillows, it could strengthen the bond between husband and wife and improve sleep quality.
Li Ye was someone who believed in science. After trying it several times, he felt that the experts had finally gotten something right for once.
But high-quality deep sleep also hated being disturbed most of all. Once interrupted, it triggered an emotional response known as "bedhead rage."
"Ring-ring~ Ring-ring~"
In the silent hours before dawn, the telephone's ringing sounded especially piercing.
Wen Leyu, who was sleeping with Li Ye in her arms, was half-awake and kicked out angrily at random, planting her foot right on Li Ye's leg.
"Hiss~"
Li Ye picked up the phone and suppressed his irritation. "Hello? Who are you looking for?"
Tan Min's voice came through the phone. "Things have gotten complicated. Professor Xiahou Qingzhi and his son came to blows. The police are already here. What do we do next?"
Li Ye jolted fully awake. "The father and son fought? Did they fight with you? Was anyone hurt?"
Tan Min said gloomily, "Our people never showed themselves. It was Professor Xiahou Qingzhi and his son who fought each other. The son slashed his father with a fruit knife, but it shouldn't be fatal."
Li Ye let out a breath of relief, sat up, and asked quietly, "Tell me carefully. What exactly happened?"
"This afternoon, we sent some of the