"I’ll rest over the weekend, and head back first thing Monday morning," Jas announced before he casually walked past Jane Sampson. After entering, he suddenly turned his head back and added, "From now on, don’t get up so early to make breakfast on the weekends. I’ll bring sothing back from the community entrance after I finish jogging."
Jane focused only on the critical words. What did he an by he would be ho on the weekends?
Was this so kind of joke?
Seeing Jane’s stunned expression as though she had been struck by lightning, Jas Black couldn’t quite describe the feeling in his heart. Her shock was imnse, but her flabbergasted look seed to make him even less cheerful.
"After breakfast, head back to the Black Residence," Jas said, leaving these words behind before descending the stairs to go for his run.
Jane slumped back in the bed, feeling utterly despondent.
At the Black Residence, there was soone even more intimidating than Jas—Old Master Black. Jane might occasionally test Jas’s limits, but in front of Old Master Black, she’d prefer not to say a word, wishing she could beco invisible.
She was more terrified of Old Master Black than she was of Jas. In the past, Old Master Black in his youth could crack a tea table with just a slap. Peter Gingery got into trouble and ended up being beaten so badly by Old Master Black that he almost couldn’t get down from the bed.
Since then, Jane had been as ek as a lamb in front of Old Master Black, afraid that one of those slaps might land on her so day and break her slender waist.
After her marriage, Jane seldom went back to the Black Residence, only making an appearance every Chinese New Year’s Eve for a reunion dinner, regardless of whether Jas was present, as she, the granddaughter-in-law, was expected to attend.
When Jas ntioned going back to see Old Master Black, Jane didn’t dare to refuse. If Old Master Black didn’t see her return, he might ask Jas where she had gone. If Jas ntioned her work and Old Master Black investigated, she would be caught in a lie.
After indulging in two minutes of self-pity in the bed, Jane sent Rock Bell a text ssage to ask for ti off. She thought Rock might still be asleep at this ti, but to her surprise, he replied in just a few seconds, approving her weekend leave. He also teased her, saying he had guessed she wouldn’t be going to the company this weekend after finding out Jas had returned last night.
Jane didn’t know how Rock had figured it out, especially since it was only recently that Jas had started to act unpredictably, so she couldn’t discern the reason behind his sudden change.
But as they say, the heart of a man is unfathomable, and not sothing one can simply guess.
Jas spent over forty minutes jogging downstairs before he returned with breakfast. They quickly ate and then imdiately set out, arriving at the Black Residence just after seven o’clock.
As they entered, Old Master Black was vigorously practicing his boxing. He stopped and lifted his eyebrows when he saw them walking one after the other, and he comnted, "It’s not Chinese New Year or any other festival. It’s strange to see you both coming back."
"We’re ho this weekend, so we thought we’d drop by for a visit," Jas briefly explained, reassured to see Old Master Black talking with vigor and seemingly in good health.
Old Master Black casually patted the corner of his clothing and questioned, "Being the Chief, you should lead by example. What does it look like, running off all the ti?"
Brooke Black, Peter’s mother, ca over and burst into laughter. "Dad, when Jas doesn’t co back, you complain he’s treating the Solar Planet Guardian Team like his wife. When he does co back, you scold him. What do you really want him to do?" she said.
Old Master Black glared at Brooke but said nothing more, waving his hand for everyone to follow him inside.
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