When Yang Ming returned to the Sky-Blasting Gang headquarters bearing honor, Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Hu Liena had already been waiting at the entrance for a long time.
"Hubby, you've gotten thinner, and you're tanned too."
Ning Rongrong looked at Yang Ming's slightly gaunt face with distress. Raising a hand to stroke the stubble on his chin, she said gently:
"You've been running around outside for so long. Now that you're back, get some proper rest. We've already prepared dinner for you. Grandpa and Guo'er are waiting inside too."
Seeing the concern on the four women's faces, a warm current flowed through Yang Ming's heart. He embraced each of them in turn, savoring this brief tenderness.
Wang Qiuer lagged behind, among the captives. Watching the scene from afar, she only felt as though her heart had been pricked by a needle. Like a little girl whose favorite toy had been snatched away, she suddenly felt hollow inside, as if something were missing, leaving her with a sour, bitter ache.
Wang Qiuer's face turned pale as she pressed a hand to her stifled chest and thought:
What's wrong with me?
That man is so annoying. I wouldn't get angry just because he has other women!
Yes, that's right. That must be why I'm angry!
Thinking this indignantly, Wang Qiuer deliberately turned her head away, refusing to look at Yang Ming.
Out of sight, out of mind!
Yet some thought in her heart seemed to tickle her underarms. Wang Qiuer still subconsciously glanced at Yang Ming from the corner of her eye, only to discover that he had not noticed her at all. He had simply put his arms around his wives and entered the hall.
In an instant, Wang Qiuer's feeling of being ignored grew without end.
"Bastard!