"The Most Beautiful Goodnight": "I lost several bottles of Yakult."
Han Jingnian stopped in his tracks, the color on his face turning instantly dark as he stared at his phone screen: "..."
Over on WeChat, Xia Wan’an, who had no notion of what was happening on this end, sent a new ssage.
"The Most Beautiful Goodnight": "I counted, and I lost exactly seven bottles of Yakult."
She even counted the number of missing bottles of Yakult?
As Han Jingnian didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, Xia Wan’an sent another ssage.
"The Most Beautiful Goodnight": "By the way, Assistant Zhang Te, you didn’t call the police, did you?"
Han Jingnian remained silent for a while, raised his finger, and tapped the screen a few tis: "No, Madam."
Of course, he wouldn’t call the police, because the "thief" who stole the Yakult she ntioned was him.
"The Most Beautiful Goodnight": "That’s good. It’s not worth calling the police over such a trivial matter."
Seeing the words "trivial matter", Han Jingnian, who thought this issue was over, had his mood slightly improved.
"The Most Beautiful Goodnight": "Because even if you did report it, no one would handle it for you."
The implication being, if soone did handle it, would she really call the police over the few bottles of Yakult he drank?
Han Jingnian’s face darkened again, becoming even more so than before.
He stared at the screen for a while, then started to attempt saving himself in the tone of Assistant Zhang Te: "Madam, I don’t think anyone would steal and only take a few bottles of Yakult, do you?"
"I guess, maybe Mr. Han drank them."
"The Most Beautiful Goodnight": "Oh, right."
"The Most Beautiful Goodnight": "If you didn’t ntion, I almost forgot that he has been coming ho frequently recently."
He, a living being, has been wandering around at ho for days. How could she forget?
Han Jingnian’s fingertips, holding his phone, couldn’t help but tighten their grip.
"The Most Beautiful Goodnight" sent an emoticon of sighing.
"The Most Beautiful Goodnight": "It’s hard to prevent treachery within the family."
Han Jingnian: "..."
How did he beco a traitor within the family?
Han Jingnian: "Madam, how can Mr. Han be considered a traitor? Mr. Han and you are a family, your things are his."
"The Most Beautiful Goodnight" sent a sticker of a kitten rolling around on the floor, laughing so hard it’s crying.
"The Most Beautiful Goodnight": "Assistant Zhang Te, why are you continually making jokes tonight? A family? Hahahaha."
A family, what’s so hilarious?
Han Jingnian stared at the ssage, his lips pursing silently.
Han Jingnian tried to imagine the phrases Zhang Te usually used and quickly replied on the screen: "Madam, you and Mr. Han have always been a family. You two got the marriage certificate and you are one, sharing everything. You and Mr. Han are like two clay figures. If you break them apart, you can remould two new figures from the pieces. You can find aspects of each other within yourselves."
"The Most Beautiful Goodnight" sent a sticker of mad throwing up.
"The Most Beautiful Goodnight": "Assistant Zhang Te, are you sleep talking already?"
Han Jingnian moved his fingers, wanting to send sothing else, but unfortunately, before he could type anything, Xia Wan’an, as if she didn’t want to continue chatting with the fake Assistant Zhang Te, sent a new ssage.
"The Most Beautiful Goodnight": "Bye, I am going to bed now."
Han Jingnian felt as if sothing had stuck in his throat. He stared at the screen for a long ti before responding: "Sweet dreams, Madam."
...
Xia Wan’an didn’t reply to Zhang Te’s ssage, but as she looked at their chat records, her gaze turned a shade darker.
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