Just as Xia Wan’an was about to ask Han Zhijin when he was going to Africa, a new ssage popped up on the screen.
[The Cutest Kid in the Capital]: "Auntie, Youman seems to be in a bit of a bad mood lately. She’s inexplicably losing her temper at , even hitting . I don’t know who pissed her off. While I’m not around, rember to keep her company, ok?"
[The Cutest Kid in the Capital]: "I looked up online and I suspect it might be due to her heavy workload lately. She might be going through anxiety disorder."
Xia Wan’an, who wanted to praise Han Zhijin for being considerate after reading the first ssage, imdiately fud when she saw the second one.
[The Prettiest Kid in the Capital]: "You are the one with anxiety disorder! In your family, everyone except for , your grandma, your sister-in-law, and your uncle has anxiety disorder!"
[The Cutest Kid in the Capital]: "Auntie, aside from great grandma, you, my mom, and my uncle, I’m the only other person in our family. If you are trying to say , just say it directly. Why are you beating around the bush... and why does your cursing sound exactly like Youman..."
Xia Wan’an snorted, tapped the keyboard a couple of tis, "Stay in Africa, don’t co back!"
After replying to Han Zhijin’s ssage, Xia Wan’an quit WeChat and went to see the text ssage she received while chatting with Han Zhijin.
Qin Shujian: "Little sister, on the 12th, which is this Sunday, I happen to be free, shall we have dinner together?"
Xia Wan’an: "The 12th? which month’s 12th?"
Qin Shujian: "Little sister, are you stupid? Of course, I an this month’s 12th, which is August 12!"
Xia Wan’an took a while to reply to Qin Shujian’s ssage.
The reason she asked the question earlier was actually inadvertently sent out.
Because, August 12th was the anniversary of her marriage register with Jingnian... An anniversary that she had been the only one rembering for two years of their marriage.
Qin Shujian: "Little sister?"
Qin Shujian: "Little sister, why aren’t you responding?"
The phone kept vibrating in her palm for a while before Xia Wan’an ca back to her senses and replied to Qin Shujian’s ssage: "No, I just went to the restroom. The 12th is fine. See you then."
Qin Shujian: "Hmm-hmm, let’s not call it off, little sister."
...
Han Zhijin, who had just been randomly scolded by Xia Wan’an, walked out from the restroom of the Golden Splendor, scratching his nose.
He wanted to go back to the private room and continue partying with Jiang Ping and the rest, but now all he could do was just go ho...
A dejected Han Zhijin, on his way out of the main entrance of the Golden Splendor, sent two ssages to Song Youman while holding his phone: "Youman, have you gone to sleep?"
"Youman? I have a business trip to Africa, catching a flight tomorrow morning. Do you want to go out for a late-night snack now?"
His ssages sunk like stones in the sea. No reply.
Han Zhijin ran his fingers through his hair in irritation. Could it be that he had provoked Song Youman? But he couldn’t rember how he would have provoked her?
While Han Zhijin was racking his brain, a timid voice ca from behind him: "Zhijin?"
Han Zhijin instinctively uttered "Huh?" and turned around, then his eyebrows imdiately drew together into a cold stare: "Am I familiar with you? Please address as Mr. Han or Han Zhijin, thank you!"
Ai Jiang was taken aback by Han Zhijin’s rebuff, and quickly apologised: "I’m sorry..."
Han Zhijin kept a straight face, without saying a word.
Ai Jiang bit her lip and ventured to ask: "I called you to ask... did you see my bracelet last Saturday night?"
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