Old Master Zhang, sitting in the downstairs living room, heard the sounds coming from Zhang Zhentian's bedroom and smiled contentedly. From the noise, he knew Zhentian was cultivating affection with Xia Jing. It seemed he wouldn't have to wait long to cradle a grandson—a joyous occasion indeed! Old Master Zhang wished he could hold a grandchild tomorrow, even though he knew it wasn't possible.
"Zhentian, can we take a break? I'm exhausted. How could you do this to me? Do you think bullying me like this is okay?" Xia Jing made a pitiful face at Zhang Zhentian, but he seemed oblivious to her pleading eyes. As he moved closer, Jing knew she was in for it again; another cycle was about to start.
"Stop!" Xia Jing cried out to Zhang Zhentian.
"No saying stop, and no begging for mercy, my dear wife, I'm coming for you! Zhentian looked at Xia Jing with a mischievous smile, and she realized that if she didn't run for her life now, she was truly done for—literally!