Zhao Qiang’s happiness is here

In front of the security check. Unlike his breezy arrival with just one travel bag, Lou Cheng was now dragging a 20-inch suitcase behind him. Inside the suitcase was the spoils from the street shopping he did with Yan Zheke during their spare time, new clothes for him from head to toe, and also souvenirs for Lou Zhiqiang, Qi Fang and the others.

It's great to have a wife. She handles these things perfectly… Lou Cheng noticed the weariness on Yan Zheke's face. He reached out and tucked her hair behind her ears.

"I'm heading in. Go home and get some good rest tonight. To make up for all those sleepless nights."

Yan Zheke was touched at first, but what he said made her embarrassed and petulant. She shot him a dirty look, whipped out her right arm, and propelled her fist from her waist to Lou Cheng's abdomen. Her movements were deft but she didn't put any strength behind it.