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The first clue Jiang Fengmian had, that something was wrong, was the suddenly delighted glint in Wen Ruohan’s eyes as they chatted over a glass of wine in the Düsseldorf International Airport. A moment later that his own wife took a seat in one of the spare chairs. “Yu Ziyuan, as I live and breathe,” Wen Ruohan said, inclining his head in appreciation. “You become more beautiful every time I see you.”

She gave him a disdainful, professional smile, and turned to her husband. “Fengmian.”

He eyed her warily. “My lady.”

#mingcheng BONUS scene.

"I think that went rather well, don't you?" Nie Mingjue asked as he and Jiang Cheng approached their car.

Jiang Cheng regarded Nie Huaisang, who had been tied into the back seat of the SUV with three seatbelts and what appeared to be 550 cord.

"Sure." Nie Mingjue sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Zonghui, why did you tie up Huaisang?"

Nie Zonghui, who was rifling around the glove box, looked up with a glare. "He bit me. He's lucky I didn't tie him to the roof of Lan Shufu's car."

"Didi! What have I told you about biting?"

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Jiang Cheng pinched the bridge of his nose and breathed deeply. Wei Wuxian's wheedling voice was like silverware against ceramic. He desperately wanted chopsticks to stab his brother with.

"Come on, A-Cheng! Don't be like this. Give us a chance." "A-Cheng, please, we just want an opportunity to apologize," Jiang Yanli murmured, eyes wide with unshed tears. "Can't you spare a minute to hear us out?"

"I don't know how many times I have to say this," Jiang Cheng said. "I am at work. This is my job. I don't have the time."