Fang Qiao always felt a sense of unreality.
After all, that's a courtyard house in the Second Ring Road, not a cabbage in the field.
How could you possibly have something just because you want it?
Very quickly?
Could it be that she's taking her sweet dreams from last night as reality?
However, Cheng Baidong seems to be working hard for her dream. The most obvious sign is that he has started coming home later.
Sometimes he would come back after Fang Qiao had fallen asleep, and when Fang Qiao woke up the next day, he would have already left again.
If it weren't for the glass of spiritual spring water on the table that remained unchanged every day, Fang Qiao would have suspected that he hadn't come home all night.
I work overtime at least five days a week, and sometimes I don't even get a weekend off.
Even her bodyguard, Gao Ping, complained to her: "Sister-in-law, you have to keep an eye on Brother Cheng! Stop him from working so hard overtime! It's not that he has to work overtime, but I have to be with him too. Goodness, day after day, I can't even find time to go on blind dates! If this keeps up, where am I going to find a wife?"
Fang Qiao also felt that Cheng Baidong was working overtime too frequently.
So on this day, Fang Qiao decided to endure her sleepiness and wait for him to come back so she could have a proper talk with him.
The clock hanging on the wall. The minute and second hands tick forward.
While waiting, Fang Qiao read the "Encyclopedia of Spiritual Herbs [Beginner Level]" from the cultivation world.
At first, she was able to sit steadily on the stool, but gradually she got a little tired, so she rested her elbows on the table and her chin on the back of her hand to continue watching.
Then she started to feel a bit of back pain from sitting. She glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was already 10 p.m. Thinking that Cheng Baidong should be back soon, she put down her book, fetched some water, soaked her feet, and lay down on the bed to continue waiting.
Fang Qiao originally wanted to slip into the space to cultivate for a while, but An An was sleeping alone in the small bed, and she was really worried about leaving such a small child outside the space, so she had no choice but to continue waiting.
I waited and waited, yawning constantly, but finally succumbed to sleepiness and drifted off to sleep.
With something on her mind, Fang Qiao didn't sleep very well.
So, she woke up instantly when Cheng Baidong's large, damp hand wrapped around her waist.
She groggily opened her eyes, instinctively hugged his waist, and rubbed against his chest.
"You're back."
Cheng Baidong hummed in agreement, gently patted her shoulder with his large hand, and softly coaxed, "Go back to sleep."
Fang Qiao shook her head, raised her hand to rub her eyes, and tried hard to clear her mind.
She asked softly, "What time is it now?"
Cheng Baidong glanced at the clock on the wall and replied, "It's 12:30."
"It's so late." Fang Qiao couldn't help but yawn again. "Why are you back so late?"
"One set of experimental data was incorrect, so I've been working a little longer," Cheng Baidong explained. "It's getting late, go to sleep."
Cheng Baidong's special research department was a classified department, and Fang Qiao knew that there were many questions she couldn't ask, so she didn't ask him what he was busy with. Instead, she said tactfully, "Are you so busy lately because of the courtyard house in the Second Ring Road? If so, you can take a break and stop working so hard."
I was just joking that day. I do envy him having a courtyard house inside the Second Ring Road someday, but that's just envy, not something I necessarily want to own. Actually, I think our life is pretty good right now. We have space, a house, and a household registration. We can cook whenever we want, or eat in the cafeteria when we don't. We have a surplus from our monthly ration coupons and salary, which is better than half the families in the entire residential compound.
Fang Qiao held Cheng Baidong's hand with concern and said with heartache, "Baodong, you work overtime all day long, and you don't come back until I'm asleep at night, and you leave again before dawn the next day. It's okay for a day or two, but I'm worried that your body won't be able to take it if this continues."
"It's alright, I know what I'm doing," Cheng Bodong reassured him, without giving a direct answer.
"Really?" Fang Qiao was still very uneasy.
“Of course, your husband is a cultivator, so you have to have faith in my health!” Cheng Bodong nodded seriously, and with a flash, he produced a small, snow-white porcelain bottle out of thin air: “Moreover, I can now control my spiritual energy to refine pills. This is a Spirit Recovery Pill that I just refined today. If I feel tired, I can take one and immediately restore my abundant spiritual energy. You really don’t need to worry about my health.”
He placed the snow-white porcelain bottle in Fang Qiao's palm: "This bottle is for you. You can eat it while cultivating."
Fang Qiao: "Give me this bottle. Do you have any more?"
"Yes, there are plenty." Cheng Baidong pressed Fang Qiao's shoulders to make her lie down: "Alright, go to sleep."
"Okay." Fang Qiao nestled in Cheng Baidong's arms and closed her eyes. After a while, she suddenly remembered something and opened her eyes again.
"By the way, you can work overtime, but don't make Xiao Gao work overtime with you. He's not married yet, so give him some time to go on blind dates."
At this point, Cheng Baidong cried out that he was wronged: "I didn't ask him to accompany me, but he insisted on doing so. There's so much security in the department, what danger could there be? Besides, the students I'm in charge of all look honest and kind, but he just doesn't trust them. He always thinks that everyone has ulterior motives and can't be trusted. He insists on staying by my side every step of the way, and he won't listen to me no matter what I say."
Fang Qiao's brow twitched, and she subconsciously looked at Cheng Baidong's face.
Cheng Baidong's heart skipped a beat, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his face: "What's wrong, wife?"
Fang Qiao guessed what was going on in her mind, but didn't show it on her face. She shook her head and said, "It's nothing. I just felt that with such tight security, your job must be quite important."
Cheng Baidong hummed in agreement: "It is quite important."
The two tacitly avoided continuing the conversation.
"Go to sleep."
"good."
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