Jiang Siming returned to his father-in-law's house on time and ate lunch as if nothing had happened.
In the afternoon, he carried Reba to her room and took a nap with her.
He had thought the day would pass pleasantly just like that.
Unexpectedly, as evening approached, Jiang Siming was playing cards with his father-in-law and the others in the courtyard.
Jiang Siming was on an incredible winning streak, taking several thousand yuan from his father-in-law and uncles. Reba sat beside him.
Every now and then, she fed him fruit and even took responsibility for managing his money.
All the money Jiang Siming won was held in Reba's arms. The little housekeeper hugged it and grinned like a money-loving miser.
She felt not the slightest bit sorry for her father over her husband winning his money.
Her father complained that other people's daughters were all "little padded jackets," while his daughter was "Armor of Thorns."
Just as everyone was having the most fun, a crisp cry suddenly rang out from the sky.
The cry sounded like a bird's, yet it carried an imposing air, like the call of a king. Not Honor of Kings, thank you very much.
Everyone instinctively looked up and was stunned.
Two enormous birds were flying toward their courtyard.
"Those are falcons! They're falcons!" The father-in-law recognized the species at a glance and shot up from the card table in shock.
"Quick, be careful! They might attack us!" the father-in-law shouted anxiously. Hearing that, everyone hurriedly looked for somewhere to hide.
Only Jiang Siming and Reba stayed put. Reba was surprised, but the two little birds posed no threat to her.
Besides, even if there was a threat, her husband was right beside her. What was there to fear?
Jiang Siming did not leave because one