Wen Sheng returned home and sat in the living room, staring at the Jaeger Le Coultre antique watch in her hand, lost in thought.
The master craftsman Zhu Qingjia had found was very skilled; after the watch was repaired, there were no visible signs of damage. She held it in the palm of her hand and scrutinized it inside and out, until finally, in an inconspicuous corner at the bottom, she found an engraved letter.
J.
"Wife, what are you thinking about?" Fu Yanlin sat down on the sofa and wrapped his arms around Wen Sheng's shoulders.
"I was thinking about my dad's watch."
Fu Yanlin only took one look and guessed that the watch was of considerable value, "This is a custom Jaeger Le Coultre antique watch; it wasn't cheap."
"I've always been curious, why did my dad have such an expensive watch?" Wen Sheng carefully placed the watch back into its box and leaned back on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling.
