"You're back?"

Seeing her husband lie down beside her, Jiang Yuping asked gently.

"Yeah, I'm back."

As Qiu Jingwen responded, he reached out and put his arm around Jiang Yuping's waist.

"Did you really tell your son about our situation?"

"Yes, I said so."

"Your son must be devastated to know that you're a secret agent and that I'm a murderer, right?"

"Yes, he broke down, he cried."

In fact, Qiu Jingwen told a lie.

He only told his son the whole story of how he became a member of the Kuomintang secret service and how he was the murderer of Liu Han, but he did not tell his son the truth about his wife killing Liu Han.

"Jingwen, you know, life really does play tricks, doesn't it? Our family used to be so happy, but now---."

Qiu Jingwen did not respond, but gently patted his wife's lower back. After about twenty seconds, he spoke again.

“Yuping, your son can’t take it anymore. Don’t say anything to him anymore. Just pretend you don’t know anything. Go to sleep. You have to go to work tomorrow.”

At this point, he suddenly recalled the scene of two night birds flying away while he was talking to his son by the rice paddy.

Then he whispered again:

"Yu Ping, I have a feeling that we might be secretly being monitored by the police."

Upon hearing that she was being secretly monitored by the police, Jiang Yuping instinctively trembled.

Jiang Yuping, who was already intelligent, was further convinced by the triggering and awakening of her memories, along with the unique intuition and sensitivity of the young female agent within her body, that her husband's feelings must be correct.

She turned over, stared at her husband's face, and asked:

"Jingwen, why do you have this feeling? Is it intuition, or have you discovered something?"

Qiu Jingwen then told his wife about the two birds that flew not far away when he was talking to his son.

"It feels like those two birds didn't fly away naturally, but were startled away by someone."

Jiang Yuping stroked her husband's hair, comforting him:

“Jingwen, don’t be too nervous. Besides, you didn’t kill the person. I’ve thought about it. Although you were once a Kuomintang agent, you were still a teenager back then. Even if your identity is about to be exposed, it might not be a big deal. At least you won’t get shot.”

Qiu Jingwen hugged his wife, tears welling up in his eyes.

Just now, by the rice paddy, when his son knelt down before him in the moonlight, he shed tears, and now he is crying again.

“Yuping, this whole thing started because of me. I’m sorry to you, and I’m sorry to this family. I should take full responsibility.”

“Yuping, go to sleep. We both have to go to work as usual tomorrow. Let’s procrastinate as long as we can. We can’t let the police find out anything about us. We are a family now, not just you and me. I’m worried that if our affair is discovered, Qiuyang and Qiuyue will be okay, they’re all grown up, but what about Qiushui, Qiuchan, and Qiushou? How will they cope?”

"Even if Qiu Yang and Qiu Yue are at risk of losing their jobs, their family background is extremely important. A family of Kuomintang secret agents who have gone undercover—sigh, never mind, I don't even want to think about it."

After Qiu Jingwen finished speaking, he nestled in Jiang Yuping's arms like a child and began to sob softly.

Jiang Yuping burst into tears.

She held her husband's head tightly against her soft breasts.

"Jingwen, let's make love! Otherwise, I'm going to break down, I really can't take it anymore!"

For some unknown reason.

Jiang Yuping suddenly cupped her husband's face in her hands and gently offered her advice.

Yes, at this moment,

Perhaps sex is the only way to relieve the couple's inner stress and fear.