"No more next time." James Black heard Jane Sampson say the three words "that’s satisfying" and didn’t know whether to be angry or not.

"When you blocked me, you must have secretly thought, ah, that’s satisfying." Jane Sampson stared at James Black with a sneaky expression, "Dare to say no?"

"A little bit." James Black couldn’t help but laugh. To be honest, when she made him angry, and he blocked her, seeing her dumbfounded and anxious expression was indeed a bit satisfying.

"I won’t block you again in the future either." James Black promised, "Argue as we may, cold war as we might, but such acts, never again."

Jane Sampson nodded and agreed.

The two held each other and talked for a while, and Jane Sampson lingered until almost seven o’clock before getting up from James Black’s arms to go to the kitchen to cook.

By the time they had dinner, it was already eight o’clock in the evening.

Feeling guilty, Jane Sampson was unusually diligent once.

After dinner, she proactively cleaned up the bowl and chopsticks in the kitchen, although she was eventually chased out by James Black, the sincerity of her reflection was absolutely genuine.

"When I’m home, you cook, I wash the dishes, we share the housework; if I’m not at home, you’ll have to work a bit harder," James Black said, "The time I have to take care of you at home is not much, so when I’m at home, if there’s any work, you can call me."

Jane Sampson stuck close like a little tail behind James Black, and even when he urged her to go rest, she wouldn’t leave.

"James, you’re so good." Jane Sampson sweetly praised James Black with her little sweet mouth.

Thinking about it, James was like this even before the rebirth.

Though he didn’t come home often, whenever he did, he would indeed volunteer to do any housework.

If she cooked, he would certainly take the initiative to clean up the bowls.

But at that time, she was adamant about not needing his help, and that James, being even less articulate than he is now, naturally wouldn’t say such warm words, and in the end, he would relent and leave the kitchen to her.

"Think I’m good? So, are you still thinking about asking your auntie and grandfather to get you a husband who is easier to coax when angry?" James Black asked teasingly.

Jane Sampson shook her head like a rattle drum.

"Not changing, not changing—nothing in the world would make me trade you, you’re the best husband, and I wouldn’t switch for anyone else," Jane Sampson grinned at James Black with her small white teeth sweetly.

Jane Sampson waited until James Black finished washing the dishes before leaving the kitchen together; James Black would be returning to the base the day after tomorrow. Although he hadn’t returned to the base in these two days, there were still plenty of things to handle.

After finishing the housework, James Black went to the study, taking Jane Sampson along.

He wrote reports while Jane Sampson sat on a chair opposite him, playing with her mobile phone.

By this time, Jane Sampson logged onto Twitter, slowly finding out from netizens about all the events that had unfolded during that time.

Jane Sampson only realized then that when she was stuck in traffic on the road, she and James Black had been "divorced" once.

No exaggeration, Jane Sampson even wondered if she was using Twitter the wrong way, having stumbled into some bizarre App.

Looking at James Black’s Twitter, then at the content he posted using her Twitter, and reading the honest words he left with her fans, Jane Sampson widened her eyes at James Black, just as he happened to notice.

"What’s the matter?" James Black asked with genuine curiosity, pausing with the pen in his hand, finding her puffed-up expression amusing.