As Zhang Wei watched Qi Xiang disappear into the evening, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly, a mixture of amusement and disbelief coloring his thoughts.
He pondered how, with a wife like Murong Jinxiang, Qi Xiang could still find himself drawn to the allure of club girls, who were undoubtedly several notches below what he already had at home.
Regardless, Zhang Wei had paid up, not just to settle past debts but also because—
"Uh? Where is Qi Xiang?" Murong Jinxiang interrupted his musings, returning with two plates balanced expertly in her hands.
She scanned the area, noting her husband's absence.
Zhang Wei replied with a nonchalant shrug, fabricating quickly, "He got a call from the Port; a consignment got stuck."
Murong Jinxiang pressed her lips together in subtle disapproval before setting the plates down.
