Early the next morning.
"What are your plans for today?" Shen Qingqiu asked at the breakfast table.
"I'm meeting someone this afternoon."
"Who?"
"Someone from that organization I told you about," Jiang Lan said. "Don't worry. We're just going to talk."
Shen Qingqiu glanced at him and nodded.
"All right. Stay safe."
"Don't worry."
After breakfast, Shen Qingqiu cleared away the dishes and changed his clothes, ready to head to work.
Jiang Lan followed him to the entryway and gently kissed his forehead.
Shen Qingqiu's cheeks flushed slightly, and he gave Jiang Lan a shove.
"What are you doing?"
"Want to."
For a moment, Shen Qingqiu failed to catch on. "Want to..."
But the instant that first word left his mouth, he realized what Jiang Lan had meant.
He immediately grabbed Jiang Lan's ear.
"Talking dirty to your aunt, are you?"
"Hey... that's not right. I'm talking dirty to my wife."
Shen Qingqiu was no match for Jiang Lan's shamelessness. Defeated, he pushed open the door and left in embarrassed indignation.
"Hehe."
Watching Shen Qingqiu walk away, Jiang Lan simply couldn't stop grinning.
Two in the afternoon.
Jiang Lan arrived at the teahouse entrance on time.
A middle-aged man in his early fifties stood outside.
He was lean, wearing a gray jacket and a pair of cloth shoes with thick, layered soles.
His outfit was practically no different from that of an older man taking a stroll in the park, but Jiang Lan could sense that he was anything but ordinary.
As for how he could tell, it was, of course, from his aura.
The man's aura was terrifying.
It wasn't an overwhelming sense of pressure, but rather... something restrained to the utmost.
Just looking at him, Jiang Lan could sense how extraordinary he was.
If Chen Xiao's aura