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Wednesday morning. It was rare for Ming Chengkang to show up at the breakfast table. When he sat down, Ye Tang and Ming Qingcheng both knew he had something to say. Jiang Yining ate quietly, as if she did not notice the subtle shift in the air around the table. Sure enough, halfway through the meal, Ming Chengkang set down his chopsticks and smiled at her. "Yining, what is today..." He paused