342 Leather-bound

The waiting felt like forever. Qing Chen just wanted to step in and just break the whole statue and its stand so they could finally see what was inside the nameplate. His eyes kept on shifting from the process of opening it to the hand of the statue and the marble rose.

This is nuts, he thought to himself. He just wanted to say bad words, or even curse his mother but it was nothing he could convince himself to do.

He took a look from his side and saw that his wife was chewing her lips unconsciously, her eyes never leaving the nameplate as it was being carefully unscrewed. Qing Chen reached for her and nestled her under his arm. 

She did not say anything but wrapped her arm around his waist.