Trying to outsmart Sister Jing, huh?

When he returned to the dormitory, Fang Dalong was already waiting at the door with his wife and children, carrying large and small bags of gifts.

His wife was also matched by the system; she's an honest girl with average qualifications and currently works in an ordinary clerical position in the law enforcement team.

Hello, sister and brother-in-law.

When Fang Jing saw her younger brother, she quickly handed the child to Ye Rou and ran over to look him up and down.

Are you alright?

"It's alright. I was almost pushed into the White Walker pit by Lieutenant Sun, but luckily my brother-in-law caught me in time."

Fang Jing turned to look at Yang Ding, her face showing gratitude.

I never expected that the younger brother who always looked down on Yang Ding would now call him brother-in-law so smoothly.

"Why would he want to harm you? Because of me?"

Fang Dalong nodded. "It should be General Zhao's order."

"Shh!" Yang Ding pointed to the intercom system by the door. "Stop talking here, let's go inside."

Fang Jing immediately understood. Given their special identities and the way they were stirring up Jiangling City, they were probably already being monitored by the law enforcement bureau.

"Yes, yes, try your brother-in-law's spicy blood curd."

What is Mao Xue Wang (a spicy Sichuan dish)?

"A particularly delicious dish that goes perfectly with rice."

After entering the room, Fang Jing neatly tied her hair up, rolled up her sleeves, put on her apron, and went to the kitchen to help Yang Ding.

Ye Rou stayed in the living room, playing with the guests and their children.

She lowered her voice and asked, "Da Long, Da Long, is my husband behaving well in the Ghost Cave?"

Fang Dalong nodded hurriedly, "If he is a genius martial artist in the junior class, he will definitely become a great leader of the human race like your father in the future. This time, we were able to wipe out the entire White Walker horde with just low-level martial artists. My brother-in-law played a key role."

"If he hadn't inspired everyone's fighting spirit, we would all have died inside."

As Ye Rou listened, a smug look of satisfaction spread across her face, as if she had found a treasure.

"You're getting more and more outrageous. My husband isn't that capable. However, I'm very pleased that he has such abilities. I don't want him to become some kind of human leader, sacrificing himself and causing suffering to his family and children. It's not worth it."

Fang Dalong shook his head. "I disagree with your statement. You and my sister both want to go to the Northern Territory to improve your cultivation. Your brother-in-law might perform better than you if he goes to the Northern Territory because he has leadership qualities."

"Even if his cultivation level is not high, as long as he can command those with high cultivation levels, it's fine."

"Although the Empress is a time-manipulating being with prophetic abilities, she is physically weak and could be killed by an ordinary person. Yet, the eight grandmasters are still willing to protect her, aren't they?"

Ye Rou was stunned. She touched the baby in her belly and realized that perhaps she had been selfish.

Yang Ding's cultivation level is now no worse than that of other awakened individuals of the same age, but no one knows why.

If he wants to go to the North, can his wife refuse?

But what should we do about the child?

In the kitchen, Yang Ding was chopping vegetables, and Fang Jing was washing them; they worked together like a young married couple.

"Wash all the cilantro, Ye Rou and I both like to eat it."

"Sure, wash whatever you want to eat. There will be a lot of people tonight."

Fang Jing glanced up at her new husband. "Do you really like me, or do you just want my body?"

Yang Ding looked at her fair skin through the collar of her black shirt and swallowed hard.

"Sister Jing, how can you underestimate me? Your husband keeps his word and would never lust after you."

Fang Jing rolled her eyes, speechless. "If you're not craving it, why do you take every opportunity to hug me and nibble on me?"

"Ahem, that was just an involuntary instinct."

Fang Jing felt like she was being snubbed, so she said, "Never mind then."

"What do you mean 'forget it'? Keep asking."

"What do you mean, 'what'?"

"You should ask what 'unable to control oneself' means."

"What does 'uncontrollably' mean?"

I really like you.

"..."

Fang Jing pointed at Yang Ding, "Trying to play tricks on me, huh?"

"Since Sister Jing has asked this much, as husband and wife, we should be honest with each other, so I have no choice but to tell you the truth."

"Speak."

"I genuinely like you, and I also crave your body; these aren't contradictory."

"When did it start?"

"First time meeting you."

"you……"

Fang Jing was stunned; at that time, she was unaware of her husband's death.

He even craved his wife's best friend?

But now that they are husband and wife, there's no need to say anything that could disrupt family harmony. At least it shows that her new husband truly loves her.

Yang Ding pulled Fang Jing into his arms. "What were you trying to say just now?"

"My brother and sister-in-law are here, let go of me first."

After breaking free, Fang Jing straightened her hair, bit her lip, and hesitated for a long time before saying, "I've made up my mind. After I finish my three-month mourning period, I'll give birth to two children for you."

"Really? There's still a month left?"

"Hmm, 27 days, so as your husband, please be patient and don't make me anxious about getting pregnant for you."

"Okay, no problem."

"If you really want to touch me, you can kiss me, but only from the neck up, okay?"

"A perfect solution."

Yang Ding was so excited that he was laughing even while chopping vegetables.

A good wife is one who considers her husband's feelings, whether she likes it or not.

Soon, two large bowls of spicy dishes were served.

After Ye Rou became pregnant, she was easily hungry, and her mouth would water at the smell of delicious food.

She sat down and was about to start eating when Fang Dalong and his wife stood up with their wine glasses in hand.

"Brother-in-law, sister, let us first raise a glass to you, wishing you and my sister a happy marriage."

Yang Ding and Fang Jing quickly stood up.

"You're making this too serious. There's no need to be so formal with family."

After finishing his drink, Fang Dalong poured himself another glass.

"I was stupid last time and embarrassed you all in front of everyone. I'll punish myself with three drinks."

Fang Jing quickly stopped her, "Don't drink so much. When Mom and Dad come over at the end of the year, just say a few words for your brother-in-law."

"Let him drink, I'll have three drinks with him. We've escaped death, we should celebrate."

Since her husband had spoken, Fang Jing had no choice but to sit down and watch her two closest relatives drink three glasses in a row to reconcile.

Ye Rou nudged Fang Jing.

"Jingmei, I told you it was the right decision to let you marry our husband, didn't I? Would anyone else have accepted Dalong's stubbornness?"

"Sister Ye, you're the smartest, okay?"

Just then, the doorbell rang, and Fang Dalong's wife quickly got up to open the door.

"Is Yang Ding home?" asked Mao Jian.

"Mao Jian, I'm here. Come in and eat."

"Brother Ding, come out here for a second, my mom wants to thank you."

"Thank me?"

Yang Ding walked over, puzzled. Mao's mother was holding a brand-new meteorite iron shield, the very one Ye Rou wanted to buy last time, but Yang Ding didn't want. It seemed to cost tens of thousands of yuan.

"Yang Ding, thank you for taking care of my Mao Jian in the Ghost Cave. This is a small token of my appreciation, and I hope you will accept it."

Knowing that Mao Jian's family had many children and was not well-off, Yang Ding replied, "As the team leader, it is only right for me to take care of my teammates. Instructor Mao, you are too kind."

"Just take it. I was looking down on you before, I hope you won't hold it against me."

Yang Ding had no choice but to accept it. "Alright, let's call it even. This shield is mine. Can I give it away?"