"When I was helping my husband home, we ran into one of his comrades. I accidentally let it slip about the prize for winning Devil's Week—a 28-inch bicycle."
Wen Ci, who had thought something serious had happened, smiled calmly. "What's there to apologize for? That bicycle is meant to be given away as a prize."
Zhu Jing sighed in relief.
She had wanted to stop her husband from saying anything, but she was a step too slow and couldn't cover his mouth in time. She licked her lips and added:
"But that man is the biggest gossip in the military district. I bet by now the entire Northwest knows about it..."
Wen Ci shrugged, completely unconcerned. "So what if they know? What's the big deal?"
Seeing Wen Ci's relaxed attitude, Zhu Jing changed the subject. "So, is Mr. Huo coming back for dinner tonight?"
Wen Ci shook her head. "I don't know."
She had only asked Huo Jingyuan if he was coming back tonight.
Not if he was coming back for dinner.
"Let's go ahead and eat without him."
