Assistant Zhang noticed the change in Han Jingnian, so he carefully stretched his neck to glance at the cell phone screen in Han Jingnian’s hand. Seeing the joint photo of Xia Wan’an and Xia Chen’an, he finally understood what was going on.
So, the boss is upset because... his wife said that her husband is Mr. Xia, not him?
Uh... Even though the lady often threatened him with inappropriate advances, she did help him a lot.
Thinking of this, Assistant Zhang started to speak up for Xia Wan’an: "The lady might have been afraid that releasing your marriage information would cause chaos, so she used Mr. Xia as a shield."
Han Jingnian remained silent, and there was no sign of improvent in his expression as he stared at his phone screen.
Seeing that his words were not helpful, Assistant Zhang was at a loss.
Just as he was contemplating his next move, Han Jingnian suddenly spoke up. His tone was so cold it could freeze the air: "You better leave."
Faced with this intimidating aura of Han Jingnian, Assistant Zhang didn’t even dare to hesitate for a mont. He imdiately responded "Alright," and disappeared from Han Jingnian’s sight.
With Assistant Zhang closing the door behind him, this vast space in the hotel suite beca eerily quiet.
Han Jingnian stared at the photo on his phone for a while longer, then abruptly tossed his phone aside. Out of sight, out of mind, he thought to himself, and got up to go to the bathroom.
After taking a shower, Han Jingnian proceeded as usual. He lay flat on the bed, closed his eyes, and tried to sleep.
For so reason, he felt as if sothing was stuck in his chest, obstructing him severely.
He was desperate to sleep, but he just couldn’t, even in the end, he started to beco inexplicably irritable.
After changing countless sleeping positions, he suddenly thought of last night when he attended the dinner. Both the CEO Song who was sitting beside him and the CEO Lin received calls from their wives around ten at night.
CEO Song, like him, was on a business trip. Mrs. Song asked whether he was done with his work? Had he returned to the hotel to rest? She even reminded him not to drink too much due to his weak stomach.
CEO Lin was a local. Mrs. Lin called to ask when he would be coming ho and whether he had a good al outside. She even offered to prepare so late-night snacks for him.
Only his personal cell phone was silent the entire ti. The only ti it rang was for a weather forecast from the operator.
Last night, he did not take much notice when Song and Lin received calls from their wives, as he had seen such scenes many tis. But now, in the quiet night, he suddenly realized that she had hardly ever called him. Let alone asking when he would be ho or whether he would like to have dinner at ho.
Thinking of this, Han Jingnian’s desire to sleep diminished even more.
The frustration that was building inside his chest flared up, burning more fiercely.
To her, he seed like an optional existence.
Or rather... it seed like she had never really considered him her husband?
No affection, no comfort, and no need... she wouldn’t even inform him when sothing happened.
He had no idea how she was at ho now. Was she upset because of Gu Yuzhi’s nonsense?
Forget it, she wouldn’t tell him even if sothing happened. Why should he care?
With these thoughts, Han Jingnian pulled the blanket over his head, trying to get back to sleep.
Three minutes later, he suddenly lifted the blanket, got off the bed, strode over to the sofa, picked up his cellphone, and began to check the information of flights back to Beijing the next day.
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