Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s Chapter 2425 - 2361: Are You Rotten?
Previously on Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s...
Chiang Xiao gave a casual shrug.
"Can't be helped."
Trouble had a way of seeking her out, even if she avoided stirring it up herself.
Perhaps this was simply her destiny.
"When's Officer Meng due back?" Ding Haijing inquired once more.
Chiang Xiao glanced his way. "What's the matter?"
"I'd like a word with him."
Was this fellow intending to turn her in?
Though the thought crossed Chiang Xiao's mind, it didn't faze her. Meng Tyrant was well aware of her aversion to Deng Qingjiang and Chen Kaijin. Naturally, everything would stay smooth as long as he didn't probe too deeply into her intense dislike for Deng Qingjiang.
In the current circumstances, her resentment toward Deng Qingjiang ought not to run this deep. The worst she'd do is brush him off and keep him from latching onto her. Why on earth would she bother scheming against him?
Chiang Xiao's nature had always followed the rule, "I won't provoke unless provoked." Thus, her taking the initiative like this signaled some underlying issue.
Luckily, Meng Tyrant had stopped grilling her on these odd details.
"He probably won't get out before tomorrow."
Yet, much to Chiang Xiao's astonishment, right after her words, the door swung wide.
With Ding Haijing and the rest present, she'd left her courtyard gate unlocked, merely cracked open.
The door creaked apart, and Meng Xinian's voice rang out. "Were you just mentioning me?"
Chiang Xiao sprang to her feet in an instant and dashed to the entrance.
"Tyrant Meng!"
How had he returned so soon?
Wasn't the timing off?
Moreover, after leaving the Enclosed Camp, shouldn't he head straight to the camp in Anbu Town?
Meng Xinian's expression soured. He set aside the bag in his grip and extended his arms to scoop up the oncoming Chiang Little as she barreled into him. "What's with that nickname?"
"It's just Tyrant Meng—deal with it." Chiang Xiao raised her face from his embrace, batted her eyes, then scrunched up her nose and leaped back, holding it shut. "What's that odor on you? Did you turn sour?"
Turned sour?
Was he some kind of dish?
Meng Xinian's features clouded over once more.
"Chiang Xiaoxiao, I hurried straight back to see you the moment I left the Enclosed Camp. These clothes are only unlaundered for two days. I've cleaned up myself."
During their intense drills in the Enclosed Camp, time was precious for rigorous practice. Each person packed several outfits, swapping them out dirty and saving the wash for after release.
He'd figured this outfit remained decently fresh, so he donned it post-shower. But the instant he exited, a gust carried the scent right to his own nose.
Still, it couldn't be that awful, could it?
Enough to earn such outright scorn?
"Sweat from training drenches your gear, left sitting for two days..." Chiang Xiao giggled. "Did anyone end up beside you during the trip home?"
"...Nope."
Meng Xinian clenched his jaw and stretched to tweak her cheek. "Little wife, care to launder your husband's duds?" He gestured toward the bag on the floor.
Stuffed within lay even dirtier garments.
Chiang Xiao eyed his weary visage, tinged with dust. She stooped at once to seize the bag. "I'll handle it. Strip off what you're wearing, and I'll clean the whole lot."
Meng Xinian halted her reach and hoisted the bag on his own.
"Foolish girl, you think I'd actually have you scrubbing dirty laundry?"
Given the chance, he'd gladly tend to her garments too—how could he burden her with such rank ones?
Her soft, pale fingers were meant for artistry, not grimy chores.
"Ahem."
Ding Haijing along with the other two had lingered nearby, observing the scene for some time, utterly overlooked.