Netizen: Investor Black, you and Monkey King of Sampton must stay this happy forever. Seeing you two makes me believe in love. As long as you’re not apart for a day, I’ll believe there’s truly love in this world every day.

Netizen: Because Mr. Black and Jane Sampson are love itself. It’s really sweet.

Netizen: Woof woof woof, greetings from the single dogs.

Netizen: So reserved~ haha, screenshot this and post it on twitter, using his wife’s account no less.

Netizen: Here’s the question, where’s Monkey King of Sampton? Why hasn’t she shown up yet?

Where’s Monkey King of Sampton?

She was stuck halfway there, and finally got home an hour later.

She had no idea what events transpired during that hour she was stuck halfway.

She also didn’t know that during that hour she had been "divorced" once, and then James Black used three twitter posts to turn the situation around.

When Jane Sampson got in the door, she was exhausted, not because she had to carry a lot of stuff, that was all for Nia, she left it in the trunk.

It was mainly the traffic, and driving was tiring.

Upon opening the door, she saw James Black leaning against the cabinet in the entryway, staring at her with eyes like a hawk.

It made Jane Sampson’s hair stand on end.

Wearing slippers, she asked quietly, "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Why didn’t you wait for me before leaving?" James Black asked.

"Because I didn’t want to deal with you," Jane Sampson replied as if it were the most obvious thing.

"Hah." James Black let out a cold laugh, took a step forward, closing in on Jane Sampson, "Then let me ask another question, why did you unfollow me on my twitter?"

"..." Jane Sampson suddenly felt guilty, quietly taking a step back, "You... you know?"

Jane Sampson shrank down, took another step back, glanced sideways at James Black, then hunching forward, tried to dash by him and run inside past the siege.

But James Black had already anticipated this move, reached out and trapped her under his armpit, watching her flail her limbs about as he stifled a laugh and embraced her.

He said, "Let’s make up."

This counted as him waving the white flag and compromising first.

Hearing this, Jane Sampson stopped struggling, stood up quickly, even pretended to brush her bangs back, and gave James Black a reluctant glance, responding in a half-hearted tone: "Alright... fine."

James Black held Jane Sampson’s hand with one hand and pointed to his lips with the other, "Since we’ve made up, then give me a kiss."

"????" Jane Sampson looked puzzled, what kind of bizarre demand is this?

Seeing James Black speaking so earnestly, Jane Sampson stood on tiptoes and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

James Black shook his head, "That’s not how you kiss."

Then he took out a kiss card from his pocket and slipped it into Jane Sampson’s coat pocket, "Kiss again."

Jane Sampson was dumbfounded, she had just stepped out, what exactly happened?

As soon as she returned, James Black insisted on making up.

And really wants her to kiss him?

"Five minutes, not a second less," James Black pulled Jane Sampson by the waist against him, urging her, "Hurry up."

Jane Sampson felt there was a conspiracy behind James Black’s amiable words.

But at that moment, she couldn’t figure out what kind of conspiracy it might be.

So, she put the keys in her hand on the entryway cabinet, tilted her head up, and stood on tiptoes to kiss James Black’s lips.

James Black’s mentioned five minutes, not a second wasted.

It even lasted more than twice as long before the kiss ended.