Gaining A Husband After a Memory Loss (BL) Chapter 12.1: Why Don’t You Hug Me To Sleep? (1)

After He Jiang’s work ended, he immediately rushed towards the He Family home to fetch Shang Jing. However, when he saw the condition he was in, he could not help bending over with laughter in the car. Only when he was done did he alight from his car to get Shang Jing.

Shang Jing’s eyes glimmered with hope the moment he saw He Jiang’s car. He ran over at the speed of light and darted into the car, placing the dumplings Auntie Liu had packed for him in the car boot.

He Jiang: “What is that in your hands?”

Shang Jing: “... Why didn’t you fetch me earlier?”

He Jiang: “I couldn’t get away from work.”

Shang Jing: “Hmph.”

He Jiang rearranged Shang Jing’s messed-up hair. “Do you only have a bad temper at home?”

Shang Jing reasoned, “The only reason why I listen to Aunt He is because she’s old!”

He Jiang: “So I deserve to be pissed off just because I’m young?”

He pulled on the bag in Shang Jing’s hands. “What kind of door gift is this? There’s an entire sack of it.”

In the past, whenever his siblings had brought their other half to meet Aunt He, those with good luck would have a harmonious good time and those with bad luck would be forced to learn all sorts of things like Shang Jing. But when they left, they would usually be showered with gifts Aunt He specially prepared.

Shang Jing’s face turned red again. “It’s nothing, just some tidbits.”

He Jiang started the car. “That precious to you? Don’t worry, you have earned them yourself, I’ll not take them from you.”

Shang Jing covered the supplements fully. He was about to divorce He Jiang and would never meet the He Jiang family again. Whether it was embarrassing or not, it was all He Jiang’s problem and has got nothing to do with him.

He stroked the bag endearingly. Suddenly, he felt a roll of something that did not resemble medicine packaging. Turning away from He Jiang, he opened a small corner of the bag and stuck a hand in to feel around.

After which, using the sack as a shield between him and He Jiang, he looked at the roll of paper he had felt. It was a thick stack of red packets.

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