Retired for A Hundred Years: Re-Employment for the Apocalypse Bigshot!-Chapter 252 - 250: My Wife Isn’t Very Good at Talking

Chapter 252: Chapter 250: My Wife Isn’t Very Good at Talking

The old lady was left speechless after being questioned.

Ah Ying, seeing this, got even angrier, "If you won’t speak, I’ll ask him myself."

With that, she hurriedly went downstairs, regardless of the old lady’s reaction.

"Brother—Big Brother—"

Ah Ying rushed down the stairs and jogged to the living room, ready to question them, but was stunned by the person in front of her.

On the brown sofa, a very handsome man was looking down at his phone.

Despite only wearing a simple black casual hoodie and pants, he exuded an aura that couldn’t be ignored, though she couldn’t quite pinpoint how it made her feel.

Suddenly, the person on the sofa looked up at her.

Wow—

So handsome!

Ah Ying felt as if her chest had taken a heavy blow. Her initial anger felt as if it had been doused with cold water, instantly extinguishing the flames.

Who is this?

Just then, Xiao Kong entered, loudly calling out to her: "Ah Ying, come with me!"

Though his face appeared calm, his heart was pounding from nervousness.

Seeing Ji Ning’s expressionless face, he just wanted to quickly take his sister away.

"Let’s go quickly."

Ah Ying quickly followed Xiao Kong out of the living room.

"Brother... who is he..."

"My colleague." Xiao Kong turned to glance at the living room window, pulling her to the yard gate before releasing her, "Ah Ying, can you go back to the city for a few days?"

"Huh? Why?" Ah Ying’s previously warm heart turned cold at once. She shook off Xiao Kong’s hand, suppressing her anger as she asked.

"I’m on a mission."

"Mission?" Ah Ying asked skeptically, watching her brother frequently glance back at the living room window, her suspicion growing stronger, she asked, "What mission?"

"It’s confidential."

Ah Ying’s gaze turned colder, suppressing her anger: "Fine, if it’s confidential, I won’t ask. But Brother, you have to tell me where your base is, so when I have time, I can bring Mom and Dad to see you."

Xiao Kong quickly refused, "No need. I’m eating well, sleeping well at the base..."

"Brother, are you really planning to leave me alone to take care of our parents?" Ah Ying burst out, directly questioning him.

"You..."

"It’s been over ten years since you came home, which base doesn’t let soldiers go home? Tell me, and I’ll ask your leaders myself... um um..."

Xiao Kong was almost scared to death by his sister, quickly covering her mouth and looking nervously behind him.

Ah Ying squinted her eyes, freeing herself from Xiao Kong’s hand, and bluntly said: "That person in the living room is your leader, isn’t he?"

"No!"

"Then that’s it. I’ll go ask him why they don’t let you come home."

"Ah Ying, don’t cause trouble!" Xiao Kong quickly grabbed her arm, his face serious as he tried to stop her.

But Ah Ying didn’t listen at all, her voice even louder than before, "Who’s causing trouble? Brother..."

Before she could finish, a shout of anger from the tiny old man interrupted her, "Ah Ying, shut up! Go home now."

"No, Dad..."

"Don’t call me Dad, just go. I’ll have your mom pack your things."

Ah Ying was so angry she almost stomped, her eyes immediately turning red, as she yelled out: "Why should I leave? Just because my brother is back, I have to leave, is this still my home? Over ten years without returning, who in this family inside and out hasn’t been taken care of by Dajun and me, yet he doesn’t even ask a single thing. No calls, no contact, I thought he was dead out there!"

Her words pierced the hearts of the old couple.

The tiny old man pointed at his disobedient daughter, angrily looking for the feather duster inside the house.

"You..."

Just as the tiny old man was about to throw a shoe, his body suddenly couldn’t move, and even his mouth couldn’t open.

Stunned, fear overtook him.

"Xiao Kong, go book a hotel!" Ji Ning stood up and walked to the entryway by the door.

Xiao Kong’s body trembled, sensing something bad. Just as he was about to say something, he heard Ji Ning apologize to his parents and sister: "I’m sorry for disturbing your rest."

The tiny old man truly wanted to speak, but he couldn’t move, blinking anxiously.

"Xiao Kong?"

Ah Ying looked at her brother in surprise.

Why change names?

Could he really be on a mission?

She suddenly thought of those undercover agents on TV, feeling uneasy, frequently signaling her brother with her eyes, but he was like a drooping eggplant, not even glancing at her, directly walking towards the yard gate.

"Brother... I..." Ah Ying called out, then braced herself to look at Ji Ning, who nodded at her again, her face burning hot.

"I’m sorry, young brother, my wife isn’t good with words, she just cares too much and gets confused. Please don’t hold it against her."

At this moment, Feng Dajun suddenly came down the stairs.

Seeing she had an opportunity to de-escalate, Ah Ying quickly came back, apologetically smiling: "Right, I’m not driving you away. Our home is spacious, you and my brother can stay as long as you want. I just can’t speak well. I’ll go pack my things now..."