Huh? August 12th, he felt that this date... seed to be not so simple?
As Zhang Te walked in the elevator, he was scanning his brain for any events related to this date.
It wasn’t his birthday, nor his mother’s birthday. Han Jingnian’s birthday just passed, and Mrs. Han’s birthday was in winter... They didn’t sign any significant contracts on this day either...
Upon returning to his room via the elevator, Zhang Te stripped off his grubby clothes. As he was about to take a shower in the bathroom, through the swirls of steam, the date "August 12th" kept flashing before his eyes.
It wasn’t the birthday of an important person, nor was it an important day at work. Could it be... a day worth commorating?
But apart from the 57 failed dating experiences, he had nothing special worth commorating...
Lost in his thoughts, Zhang Te didn’t notice that he’d squeezed an entire bottle of shower gel onto himself.
By the ti he snapped back to reality, he was half subrged in bubbles.
He quickly grabbed the shower head to rinse off. While he was rinsing, Zhang Te slapped his forehead and exclaid aloud!
No wonder he felt the date was significant, it was as if he’d forgotten sothing important. Indeed, he had forgotten sothing huge! Today was the day he and his wife were registered as married... Correction, it was the day he would register Han Jingnian and his wife’s marriage at the registry office!
In the past, Han Jingnian didn’t pay much attention to his wife, so he never cared about these things. Naturally, Zhang Te wouldn’t be so foolish as to remind him.
But things are different now. Han Jingnian has beco much more fond of his wife. Ever since she was discharged from the hospital a few days ago and stopped visiting him, Han Jingnian had been restless... More importantly, there were no signs of reconciliation since their separation.
This day held such importance that it was nothing short of a godsend opportunity for Han Jingnian!
With that thought, Zhang Te glanced at the digital clock on the bathroom mirror, two hours till midnight.
Zhang Te hurriedly rinsed off the bubbles, roughly wiped down his body with a towel, then wrapped himself in a bathrobe and darted across to the opposite room.
Upon entering and taking into account Han Jingnian’s usual habits, Zhang Te marched straight up to the bathroom door and started pounding on it, "Mr. Han, Mr. Han — "
Over the sound of running water, seeing no response from within, he knocked harder.
What ti was it now? Was cleanliness more important than his wife?
With this thought in mind, Zhang Te blurted out with the tact of a genius, "Mr. Han, it’s your wife..."
The sound of the water stopped, replaced by footsteps. Then the tightly shut door swung open, revealing a dripping wet Han Jingnian, with only his lower half covered.
Facing such a breathtaking view of a handso man fresh out of the shower, Zhang Te found himself inexplicably ashad, quickly turned his head away, and in a "do not look and do not listen" posture, he said: "Mr. Han, today is the day I registered my marriage with your wife..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he felt a chill run down his spine, instantly realizing he’d misspoken. He hurriedly corrected himself: "... I an, it’s the day I helped you and your wife register your marriage at the registry office."
Han Jingnian’s expression didn’t change much. Even his moistened eyes gazed blankly.
Zhang Te sighed inwardly, realizing that Han Jingnian had no idea what he had just said: "Mr. Han, today is a significant and commorative day for you and your wife..."
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