Suddenly, a soldier in uniform appeared at the door. He knocked, holding a lunchbox, and said to Wen Yaozu, "A superior officer asked me to deliver this."
Wen Ci turned and looked at the man sleeping soundly on the bed, then changed her clothes and went downstairs, where she ran into a sweat-drenched Wen Yaozu. "Sis, this is the breakfast the soldier brought. He said from now on, he'll be delivering three meals a day for brother-in-law."
Wen Ci took the lunchbox. "Got it."
"I'm going to keep running then."
"You're still running?" Wen Ci asked, perplexed.
Usually, he'd drag his feet when she told him to run. The moment her back was turned, he'd slow down and slack off. But now he was suddenly so motivated.
'Something's fishy!'
"Where's Yu Qing?"
Wen Yaozu answered, "She went back to the Northwest."
"When did she leave?"
"Last night, when brother-in-law got back."
Wen Ci was utterly speechless.
