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When Qing Chen got home that night, he smelled the cooking of Feng Xuan. Scout, the black german shepherd, came greeting him and asked to be pet. Qing Chen complied for a minute before withdrawing his hand from the dog who smelled clean, like it had just been given a bath.

"Hey," Feng Xuan smiled at him as she expertly cut up vegetables on her wooden board. "Had a great day?"

He mimicked her huge beam. "Yes," he took off his coat. "Probably one of the best days The Kingly and Enigma had in a while. We're moving forward with the plan." He told her of everything about the presentation as his wife continued cooking. "Sounds great, doesn't it?"

She nodded. "Sounds really big and exciting."

"Speaking of exciting," Qing Chen reached for a piece of carrot and nibbled on it, "I heard you were out today."

Feng Xuan chuckled. "You really should take your eyes away from me even for just a day."