Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s Chapter 2425 - 2361: Are You Rotten?
Previously on Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s...
Chiang Xiao gave a casual shrug.
"No helping it."
Trouble had a way of seeking her out, even if she avoided stirring it up.
Perhaps this was simply her destiny.
"When's Officer Meng due back?" Ding Haijing inquired once more.
Chiang Xiao glanced his way. "Something on your mind?"
"I'd like a word with him."
Was this fellow thinking of turning her in?
Though the thought crossed Chiang Xiao's mind, it didn't faze her. Meng Tyrant was well aware of her aversion to Deng Qingjiang and Chen Kaijin. Naturally, everything would stay smooth as long as he didn't probe too deeply into her intense dislike for Deng Qingjiang.
In the current circumstances, her resentment toward Deng Qingjiang ought not to run this deep. The worst she'd do is brush him off and keep him at arm's length. Why would she ever bother scheming against him on purpose?
Chiang Xiao's nature had always followed the rule: "I let others be if they leave me alone." Thus, for her to take such proactive steps, something deeper had to be amiss.
Luckily, Meng Tyrant had stopped grilling her over these odd details.
"He probably won't be free until tomorrow."
Yet, much to Chiang Xiao's astonishment, right after her words, the door swung inward.
With Ding Haijing and the rest present, she'd left her courtyard gate unlocked, merely cracked open.
The door creaked wider, and Meng Xinian's voice rang out. "Were you just discussing me?"
Chiang Xiao sprang to her feet in an instant and dashed to the entrance.
"Tyrant Meng!"
How on earth had he returned so soon?
Wasn't the timing off?
Moreover, after leaving the Enclosed Camp, shouldn't he head straight to the camp in Anbu Town?
Meng Xinian's expression soured. He set aside the bag in his grip and extended his arms to scoop up the oncoming Chiang Little, who barreled right into him. "What's that nickname about?"
"It's just Tyrant Meng—what's the big deal?" From his embrace, Chiang Xiao tilted her chin up, batted her eyes, then scrunched her nose and leaped back, holding it shut. "What's that odor clinging to you? Gone all tangy?"
Gone tangy?
Did he resemble some dish?
Meng Xinian's features grew even stormier.
"Chiang Xiaoxiao, I hurried straight here to see you the moment I exited the Enclosed Camp, and these garments simply haven't seen soap in two days. But I've cleaned up myself."
During their intense sessions in the Enclosed Camp, every second counted for rigorous drills. The group packed spare outfits, swapping them out dirty and saving the laundry for after release.
He'd figured this pair remained decently fresh, so he slipped them on post-shower, only to catch a whiff once the breeze hit outdoors.
Still, it couldn't be that awful, could it?
Enough to earn outright scorn?
"Sweat drenching your outfits during drills, left unlaundered for two days..." Chiang Xiao giggled. "Did anyone end up beside you on the trip home?"
"...Nope."
Meng Xinian clenched his jaw and stretched to tweak her cheek. "Little wife, care to launder your husband's gear?" He gestured toward the dropped bag.
Stuffed within lay outfits far dirtier still.
Chiang Xiao eyed his weary visage, dusted with fatigue. Without delay, she stooped to seize the bag. "I'll handle it. Strip off what you're wearing, and I'll clean the lot."
Meng Xinian halted her reach and hoisted the bag on his own.
"Foolish girl, you think I'd actually have you scrubbing grimy rags?"
Given a spare moment, he'd gladly tend to her laundry too—how could he burden her with such rank stuff?
Her slender, pale fingers were meant for artistry, not scrubbing muck.
"Ahem."
Ding Haijing along with the pair had lingered nearby, observing the scene for some time, utterly overlooked.