Lu Hualiang noticed that his wife was in a great mood today.
She was even humming a tune while taking a bath.
"Honey, are you feeling great today?"
Xia Weibao ran her fingers through her half-dry hair, "I feel great every day."
Life should be about enjoying the mont, why spend it wallowing in self-pity?
"By the way, hubby, I need to tell you sothing. I have a party tomorrow and might co back late."
Lu Hualiang’s eyes darkened, "What party? A crew gathering?"
Normally, he didn’t want her attending those crew dinners.
The entertainnt industry had too many dark secrets, darkness everywhere.
Though few could take her on in a fight, it’s better to be safe than sorry.
What if sothing unexpected happened?
Xia Weibao bead, "It’s not with the crew. It’s with my departnt. The minister said he’s throwing a welcoming party for tomorrow night."
"What departnt?"
"The National Studies Association’s Ancient Martial Arts Departnt. Haha, I’m part of the Ancient Martial Arts Departnt now. We might have frequent activities, so just letting you know."
Lu Hualiang’s face turned stern, "You joined the National Studies Association?"
"Yep, Minister Xiong said I could co by tomorrow, greet everyone, and get to know the place."
Lu Hualiang looked up the Ancient Martial Arts Departnt and saw it had twenty mbers, all male.
No won, which put his mind at ease, so he didn’t say much more.
But then he realized, wait a minute.
Why does it being all n make him feel relieved?
His wife is a woman...
The National Studies Association Headquarters was in the Imperial City, conveniently close to Xia Weibao’s film set.
After wrapping up her scenes in the afternoon, she specifically changed into sportswear to head over.
Upon arrival, she saw Xiong Gang with a broken leg, arm in a sling wrapped in gauze, and his head bandaged.
Xia Weibao’s eye twitched, "Minister, what happened to you?"
She only saw him with a broken leg yesterday, so how co his arm is broken and his head is injured today?
Xiong Gang was smiling on the outside, but inside he was cursing.
Wasn’t it because ng Songbai chased him for nine streets!
"No big deal, I accidentally fell off the bed while sleeping last night and broke my arm, that’s all. It’s nothing, really."
Xia Weibao, "..."
To fall off the bed and get hurt this bad, poor guy.
Xiong Gang was about to take her to see the Ancient Martial Arts Departnt when he saw ng Songbai approach from behind.
The gray-haired old man had a long face, like a child denied candy, exemplifying the saying, reverting to one’s childhood in old age.
"Xiao Xia, my Calligraphy Departnt doesn’t have any won either."
Xia Weibao, "..."
No won, even less reason to go!
"Go, go, go." Xiong Gang waved his cane threateningly to shoo him away, "Xiao Xia is with my Ancient Martial Arts Departnt now, you stay away."
ng Songbai was persistent, "Xiao Xia, as a gentle young woman, you’re not suited for such violent and bloody places like the Martial Arts Training Ground. Co to our Calligraphy Departnt, where writing and painting are much better."
Xiong Gang was displeased, why should his people go to soone else?
Not giving ng Songbai a chance, he imdiately pulled Xia Weibao away.
"Xiao Xia, you’ve co at just the right ti, everyone else is training at the Martial Arts Training Ground, go show them what you’ve got, so they don’t get too full of themselves."
Xia Weibao was a bit hesitant, she didn’t want to join the Calligraphy Departnt, but it felt wrong to leave ng Songbai, an old man, there alone.
But upon hearing everyone was training, her hands imdiately itched to join in.
Alright, let’s head over there now!
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