On the training ground, Qin Wenhao watched the men train with a stern gaze.
Just then, Director Xie passed by and called out to Qin Wenhao, "Qin Wenhao, your wife is back home. Aren’t you going to go see her?"
His voice was quite loud.
That single shout made all the men who were training stop what they were doing.
They all looked over at Qin Tuan in unison, wanting to see his reaction—though, knowing his temper, they figured he probably wouldn’t go.
After all, he was the notorious Cold King of Hell.
He would definitely put their training first.
When Qin Wenhao saw them stop to gawk, he immediately roared:
"What are you all standing around for? Get back to training!"
"Since you all have so much free time, give me another thirty sets. Now! Immediately! Right this instant! Start."
Wails of despair instantly erupted from the crowd, and no one dared to look at Qin Tuan anymore.
They immediately resumed their interrupted training.
Qin Wenhao paid them no more mind and said directly to Director Xie, "I’m leaving this to you."
Without waiting for Director Xie to respond, he tossed out the words, turned, and strode away quickly—
Everyone: ...?
’Did Qin Tuan just ditch us to go home and see his wife?’
Just a moment ago, they were thinking Qin Tuan wouldn’t go back. Talk about eating their words.
Watching that impatient retreating figure, the corner of Director Xie’s mouth couldn’t help but twitch.
’It’s not like his wife is going to run off. What’s the big rush?’
Meanwhile, Qin Wenhao quickly arrived at his front door. Before going in, he took a moment to calm his racing heart.
’Even a fifty-kilometer forced march had never gotten it beating like this.’
Then, he pushed open the gate and walked in—
His eyes quickly scanned the courtyard, and his gaze landed on the suitcase in the main hall.
An irrepressible smile lifted the corners of his mouth.
Just as he was about to enter the house, Mrs. Fu, who had heard the noise from the kitchen, came out.


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