Living room.
"You brat, weren't you sent to that Tian Yuan Star or whatever? How did you get back so quickly?"
"Well, a planetary war broke out over there, so I hurried back."
"Look at you—trouble follows you everywhere. Since you're back, stop running around."
Old Wang clearly had yet to learn that Blue Star's Battle Immunity privilege was gone. He believed that as long as Jiang Yan stayed on Blue Star, he would be safest.
An hour later.
Crackling snores came from the living room. Old Wang had his feet propped on the sofa and his head on the floor, sleeping soundly. The coffee table was covered in all kinds of bottles and cans, and the entire living room reeked heavily of alcohol.
"This Old Wang, he couldn't drink for shit, yet he still had to brag."
Jiang Yan shook his head. With a casual point of his finger, Old Wang floated back onto the sofa and settled himself properly to sleep.
Jiang Yan returned to his own room.
The room was neat and tidy. It seemed Old Wang had not hidden some beauty away in a golden nest.
The desks, chairs, and stools were much the same as when he had left. The floor was spotless; it had probably just been cleaned.
The room did not carry the stuffy heat of somewhere left vacant for too long. Instead, it was fresh, as though it had often been aired out.
Jiang Yan seemed to have forgotten to fold his quilt before leaving. Now, when he saw it again, it had been folded into a neat tofu block.
When it came to folding tofu blocks, Old Wang, who had once served in the military, held absolute authority at home. No one could hold a candle to him.
He walked to