Han Jingnian had just turned on the faucet when his phone in his pocket began to ring.
It was Zhang Te’s assistant calling, and he answered the call.
"Mr. Han, are you busy at the mont?"
"Busy." Han Jingnian turned on the speakerphone, put his phone aside, and picked up a dishwashing soap to read the instructions.
Hearing the sound of running water, Zhang Te’s assistant casually asked, "Mr. Han, are you preparing to take a bath?"
"No," Han Jingnian finished reading the instructions, wet a dishtowel with so dish soap, and responded to Zhang Te’s assistant saying, "washing dishes."
"Wash, wash, wash what?"
"Dishes."
As Han Jingnian finished his sentence, a "plop" sound ca through Zhang Te’s side of the phone, followed by a few "zzz" noises, and then the call cut off.
Han Jingnian didn’t pay any mind to it and continued to scrub the dishes intensely.
He was unaware that, ten kiloters away in an apartnt complex, Zhang Te’s assistant was desperately staring at his phone that he had clumsily dropped into the bathtub, sighing in frustration: what bad karma had he brought upon himself? Within just two weeks, he had already ruined two phones!
While Han Jingnian was washing dishes, Xia Wan’an washed so fruit in the dining room, sliced them into a beautiful fruit plate, poured two bottles of sour milk, added so nuts and raisins, and then happily began eating her dessert with a spoon after dinner.
As she was happily eating, Han Jingnian walked out of the kitchen and stood a ter in front of her, staring straight at her without blinking.
Xia Wan’an felt that sothing was off while she was eating. She looked up and made eye contact with Han Jingnian, feeling inexplicably guilty.
Was it her imagination? Why did she feel that Han Jingnian, at this mont, looked like an abandoned orphan, his eyes filled with accusation and sorrow?
Was he...accusing her of eating alone?
Xia Wan’an looked at the half-eaten dessert in the bowl, then at Han Jingnian, and her kind-hearted nature won over: "Um... would you like so fruit?"
Han Jingnian responded "sure", then pulled out a chair to sit down, took the spoon from her hand, and began eating.
Xia Wan’an: "..." That was the spoon she had used.
After a while, Xia Wan’an: "..." It seed like the drink she had before dinner was the one he had drunk.
After eating the fruit, Han Jingnian didn’t wait for Xia Wan’an to speak, he proactively took the dishes and spoon to the kitchen.
Xia Wan’an, watching Han Jingnian wash the dishes, comnted, "the young can be taught," then went to take a bath.
Han Jingnian must have gone to work in his study, as Xia Wan’an couldn’t see him in the bedroom when she ca out after her bath.
Xia Wan’an flopped onto the bed, picked up her phone to set an alarm, and then casually checked her unread ssages and WeChat notifications.
There were only two text ssages, sent by Qin Shujian, who hadn’t been in touch with her for a while.
Like the last ti, the first ssage was a picture of a man and a woman. The man was incredibly handso, dressed in a highly sophisticated suit, while the woman beside him was estimated to weigh over 200 pounds, wearing a red shirt and green pants, and she was also wearing a pair of slippers. Her hair was a ss, like a bird’s nest, and there was a toothpick in her mouth.
The second ssage was a text: "Little sister four, do you still rember ? I’ve been filming by the sea in Qingdao for quite so ti. My manager confiscated my phone, and I could only get it back today on my day off. Little sister four, take a look at this picture, does it remind you of Han Jingnian and his wife?"
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