No one knew about the deal in the bar.
Jing Yichen was not God. He couldn't keep a track of everyone's whereabouts at all times nor was he able to predict everything. He just tried to take preventive measures and handled every accident to the best of his ability, as and when it occurred.
So far, he had been doing well and all was going according to his plan.
He spent most of his energy upon his wife. He went shopping with her, took a walk with her, and played tennis with her. They were living a steady and happy life.
He had already dealt with every small crisis that popped up on different occasions.
Now, he was going to present to his wife that person, who should have died ages ago.
Sitting in the car, Shangguan Ning asked him in confusion, "Where are we going?"
With one hand on the steering wheel, the other on her smooth hair that had grown an inch longer, Jing Yichen said softly, "To your home."
