When Qiu Jingwen, wearing shorts, pushed open the door to the bedroom, Jiang Yuping pretended to close her eyes.

She thought to herself that her childhood and teenage memories, her identity as a descendant of Japanese people, and her identity as a trained special agent were things that her husband, Qiu Jingwen, absolutely could not know.

If her husband suddenly found out that Jiang Yuping was actually a descendant of Japanese people and that she had received special agent training in her youth, would he still like her and love her? Would he be shocked by her background?

Also, if their five children knew that their maternal grandfather was Japanese, would they accept it?

Everyone carries secrets, secrets known only to themselves.

Jiang Yuping decided to keep this secret in her heart forever, and not let anyone find out or notice it.

Seeing his wife close her eyes, Qiu Jingwen took out his handkerchief again and wiped the fine beads of sweat from her forehead.

With her eyes closed, Jiang Yuping was so moved that tears immediately welled up in her eyes.

Seeing his wife's tears, Qiu Jingwen whispered softly:

"Yu Ping, you're awake. Did you have a nightmare just now?"

Jiang Yuping did not respond, but slowly opened her eyes and looked at Qiu Jingwen with deep affection.

"Yes, Jingwen, I had a nightmare. In the dream, I wanted to kill someone."

She felt that only by explaining it this way could Qiu Jingwen not suspect anything.

Qiu Jingwen thought of the name Yingzuo that his wife had just uttered, and smiled:

"I know, you want to kill some Kagesa, that name sounds like a Japanese name."

"Ah, I was asking who to kill, Kagesa, the Japanese?"

Jiang Yuping pretended to be surprised and asked Qiu Jingwen a question instead.

Qiu Jingwen didn't say anything. He lay down fully clothed and gently embraced his wife.

He never imagined that the character his wife mentioned, Kagesa, was a real person, not just a character from his dream.

Because he had drunk about three ounces of baijiu (a type of Chinese liquor), his breath clearly smelled of alcohol.

Jiang Yuping smelled the alcohol and, deliberately trying to change the subject, asked:

"Jingwen, have you been drinking?"

"Yes, I gave three thousand yuan to a friend, and he treated me to drinks."

As Qiu Jingwen spoke, he cursed himself inwardly.

He didn't want to lie to his wife, but he seemed unable to explain everything.

“Jingwen, you’re obviously lying, aren’t you? Over the years, what kind of friends would make you give them three thousand yuan all at once? Besides, you didn’t leave until after eight o’clock. Who invites someone for drinks at that hour?”

She could believe her husband when he said he was drinking, but she never imagined that he was drinking alone.

But she would never believe her husband's explanation about the purpose of the three thousand yuan.

"Yu Ping, even if I lied to you, I meant no harm. I don't want you to know my secret."

When the topic of secrets came up, Jiang Yuping suddenly realized that she also had a secret, and that this secret was slowly awakening after she fell.

"Perhaps we all have our own secrets. Since you are unwilling to tell me, I will not force you anymore. Tell me when you are willing to."

After saying this, Jiang Yuping closed her eyes.

She even reached out and gently hugged Qiu Jingwen.

Having memories of her childhood and adolescence, and knowing her Japanese ancestry, Jiang Yuping suddenly felt that there were some things she shouldn't tell others. Just like herself, Qiu Jingwen had been asking her about her family and background during their courtship, and now she dared not easily reveal them.

"Thank you, Yuping. In the future, you may know everything and understand why I hid it from you."

As Qiu Jingwen spoke, he pulled his wife into his arms again.