Unemployment at the beginning, I let the big devil of the music world return

Chapter 874 Daily life
After Mr. and Mrs. Mai left, Li Qingning and Sister Zhan returned home and chatted for more than an hour.

Jiang Yang got bored and started playing games.

When he came out to get a drink of water, he found that Sister Zhan had already left. Li Qingning had changed her clothes and was wearing a large plaid shirt and shorts. Instead of sitting upright, she was leaning lazily against the back of the sofa watching a tablet. Her fluffy hair hung down, revealing her delicate features, which made Jiang Yang's heart skip a beat. He then passed by like a lapdog.

"With so many zeros, you still want me to go out and work."

He casually picked up the figurine next to him and gestured to Li Qingning, showing off all the sincerity that Lao Mai had mentioned at the dinner earlier.

"Ok?"

Li Qingning frowned, but relaxed when she saw Jiang Yang. "What?"

The figurine in Jiang Yang's hand nodded: "Tell me, why did you lie to me? Are you wary of me, afraid I'll take your money?!"

Li Qingning blinked.

She could tell that Jiang Yang wasn't questioning her; he was just putting on an act: "I didn't lie to you. I gave you the best clothes, the best things, and all the best possessions. If you can't tell, who can you blame? If you think I lied to you, then maybe I was wrong for hiding our family's money. But think about it: I have money, yet I'm willing to stay with you in a room that can't even fit a piano. Doesn't that show my love for you even more? And—didn't you lie to me about anything? Did you tell me everything? Those novels, that music, those things that aren't from this world?"

"I--"

Jiang Yang paused for a moment, "Which movie did you steal this line from?" Then, the figure in his hand nodded: "Actually, I'm not from this world—I'm an agent from another world, who came here to pave the way and act as a guide for the upcoming invasion."

"What a coincidence."

Li Qingning picked up the figurine beside her: "I am a special agent who protects this world. It was no coincidence that I found you on campus back then."

"Then we-"

Jiang Yang thought for a moment: "Since you've put it that way, then I won't stand on ceremony, biu~"

Li Qingning: "I'm dead?"

You just beat your wife to death like that?

Jiang Yang: "No, you hit me too. We're both top-notch agents with first-rate dodging skills."

Li Qingning: ...

"We smashed the house to pieces—"

Jiang Yang felt like he was back in his childhood playing with toy soldiers. Although Li Qingning wasn't interested in fighting and killing, she found it quite comfortable to play with Jiang Yang until the two figures faced each other.

"I can't—"

Jiang Yang suddenly became quite emotional, saying, "You want my life? Then take it."

Li Qingning: ? ?
She brushed her stray hairs aside: "What should I say?"

"Need not."

Jiang Yang tossed the figurine aside and casually scooped Li Qingning up from the sofa and carried her to the bed.

"Um?!"

Li Qingning was surprised.

We were just joking around earlier; now it's time to get serious.

Jiang Yang now understood why *Mr. & Mrs. Smith* made an indelible contribution to fan fiction. The tension, the tug-of-war, the eventual conquest—that feeling of defeating a billionaire with a double-edged sword—was truly exhilarating and chilling to contemplate…

My sister's legs are like a bewitching ghost.

Jiang Yang woke up very late in the morning. It wasn't until Li Qingning closed the door and went to the company that the whole house quieted down that he suddenly woke up. He vaguely remembered that Li Qingning had sat on the edge of the bed and said something to him before she left, but he didn't remember what she said. He only remembered Li Qingning's exquisite makeup and the fragrance of her hair falling on her face.

He turned over and continued to sleep.

But he couldn't sleep soundly. He had a feeling of being abandoned and insecure, as if someone had entered the house and was standing in front of his bed. Jiang Yang was so scared that he wanted to resist, but his damn body just wouldn't move.

When Jiang Yang finally opened his eyes, he looked like he had been pulled out of the water.

He looked around, still shaken. Although he knew it was a joke, the feeling was still unpleasant.

The room was empty, save for the sunlight streaming in, which made dust particles dance merrily in the beams. Jiang Yang stared blankly until he was startled awake by his phone ringing; it was Li Qingning calling.

She's quite busy over there.

"Get up—"

As soon as she finished speaking, Sister Chen pushed open the door and reminded her, "Xiao Ning, everyone's here. We need to give each other another heads-up before the people from Time arrive."

"Okay, I'll be right over."

Li Qingning stood up, picked up the documents on the table, and walked out. "I made some porridge, remember to drink it..."

"Oh."

Jiang Yang responded with a reply.

As Li Qingning left the office, a colleague approached and said, "President Li, this document needs your signature."

"it is good."

Li Qingning gestured for her to hand it to Xia, and nodded with a smile: "Thank you for your help, I'll take a look later."

"it is good."

The colleague nodded, but after stepping aside and passing Li Qingning, he didn't leave. He looked back at the Great Demon King.

Li Yu wore a suit jacket, the sleeves rolled up for a slightly more professional look, paired with jeans—a typical working-class outfit, no different from her colleagues'. But good looks really make a difference. Even a burlap sack looked good on her, and with those sparkling hoop earrings, her colleagues were amazed, reluctant to leave, almost wanting to exclaim, "This is what a strong woman should be like!"

"After dinner, I'll go to Teacher Jiangnan's film set. His movie is almost in post-production... No, Mom and Dad haven't called yet. They probably haven't finished reading the script... Even if it's based on his writing, what's there to be afraid of..."

Li Qingning stopped at the conference room door, and after Jiang Yang responded, she gave him a few more instructions before hanging up the phone. "Xia, please tell Sister Xia to go and pick up my husband."

"it is good."

After Xia pushed open the door and escorted Li Qingning into the conference room, she sent a message to Sister Xia.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yang finally came to his senses.

I was originally planning to get up and go find Lao Wang to ask for Wang Zheng's boxing lessons at the gym.

After Lao Wang mentioned it yesterday, he was still very interested in learning about it.

just in case--

There are still secrets in this world that he doesn't know.

For example, what if martial arts really existed in this world? And during his training, he might encounter a hidden master who is unparalleled in skill, and then he becomes a master of Chinese martial arts. Many urban novels, especially those where the protagonist is a time traveler, often feature this plot device.

Who knows, he might become a martial arts master after he goes to train.

but.

My wife is right.

He should make an appearance in Teacher Jiangnan's film crew.

Clothes were laid out by the bed, carefully chosen for him by Li Qingning. She was quite enthusiastic about this, often watching Jiang Yang with satisfaction after putting together an outfit, as if admiring a work of art. Jiang Yang, on the other hand, wasn't too particular about his clothes. He always wore whatever his wife gave him, as long as he was comfortable. Only when he suddenly had a whim to look good would he have a different opinion.

After getting dressed, Jiang Yang went to the restaurant. The porridge was still hot. He ladled some into a bowl, sat down at the table, and ate it comfortably while casually scrolling through his phone. Then, the big data pushed a news item to him: the English version of "The Hobbit" had been released and sold out in England. The comments below were all praising him, and Jiang Yang felt incredibly pleased with himself.

After he reluctantly scrolled past it, another video of foreign reviews praising Jiang Yang's work was quickly pushed to him. The praise in that video made Jiang Yang blush a little, especially when combined with the comments on the review video—

No, no.

Jiang Yang can't watch anymore, or he'll get too cocky.

and--

Well, it's like they're trying to elevate Jiang Yang to a pedestal, shaping him into a cultural export icon. Jiang Yang thinks it's a bit exaggerated. He realizes that these days, there aren't many people who actually read books anywhere. The news of "The Hobbit" selling out is probably just a publicity stunt by one or two bookstores that ran out of stock.

This is not good, this is very bad.

If this continues, sooner or later someone will say, "Can I just say, in a weak voice, that I don't like Jiang Yang?"

Although you're looking for Lu Xun, what does that have to do with me, Zhou Shuren (Lu Xun's courtesy name)? Jiang Yang is still afraid that the higher you climb, the harder you'll fall. In that sense, the accusations from Wang Chaoxi and Yuanyuan that he used a ghostwriter are quite valid.