Han Jingnian remained unresponsive, with a stunned expression, as if lost in thought.
Zhang Te, his assistant, thought he hadn’t understood and began to explain further: "This day is like your wife’s birthday, Valentine’s Day, Chinese Valentine’s Day, Christmas Day, 520 (a day for expressing love in China like Valentine’s Day), so you should stay with your wife..."
Before Zhang Te could finish speaking, Han Jingnian’s eyelids flickered, he suddenly cut in, "Was it you who helped her get our marriage certificate?"
So... Han Jingnian’s silence wasn’t because he had misunderstood, it was due to this concern?
A chill ran through Zhang Te at the question. "No, it was not accompanying your wife. You asked to go with her. You said you were busy with work and couldn’t make it. That it was a minor matter I could handle. I tried to persuade you, saying that this marriage registration happens only once in a lifeti and you should have accompanied her, but you didn’t listen..."
Zhang Te’s words inadvertently caused Han Jingnian’s fingers to curl into a fist.
If not for Zhang Cheng’s reminder, he wouldn’t have rembered...Zhang Cheng was the one who handled the marriage registration for them.
He had no real mory of when the certificate had been issued. The only thing he rembered was that half a year after they got the certificate, his grandmother reminded him to return ho and see her. It was only then he realized that he...had a wife, at least in na.
As Zhang Cheng had said, getting the marriage certificate is a once-in-a-lifeti event, but he missed it. He even told Zhang Cheng at the ti that it was unimportant. Now, he was overwheld by a sudden wave of pain, the impact of which almost made him stumble.
Zhang Te, who had been speaking non-stop for quite so ti, noticed that Han Jingnian was staring blankly into the void. He stopped talking and called out, "Mr. Han?"
Han Jingnian ca back to himself and looked at Zhang Te. His gaze was slightly wandering. After a mont, he finally found his voice again - his tone was light, but there seed to be an attempt to suppress a rapidly swirling emotion, "Go and prepare the car."
"Yes, Mr. Han." Zhang Te understood that Han Jingnian intended to go and find his wife. After he heard the order, he respectfully excused himself from the room.
Han Jingnian remained at the door of the bathroom for a while before he turned and entered.
Not long after, Han Jingnian, dressed in casual attire with his hair dried, opened the door to his hotel room.
As he got into the car, Zhang Te asked, "Mr. Han, are we heading to the Garden Villa?"
Han Jingnian was about to nod but hesitated, worried that Xia Wan’an might not be ho. He took out his phone and dialed Xia Wan’an’s number, but no one answered. Then he picked up Zhang Te’s phone and opened Wechat.
Before he could send a ssage to Xia Wan’an, he saw a status update she had posted half an hour ago in her WeChat monts.
"I want to drink a little, wear a dress, and stumble into your arms in the windy night..."
The picture accompanying the text appeared to show a large bottle of foreign wine and a crystal glass filled with ice.
The location showed she was in a sake bar not far from the Four Seasons Hotel.
So...was she getting drunk in a bar now?
Suddenly, Han Jingnian was reminded of a secret that Xia Chen’an had revealed to him at the 101 Clubhouse.
"My sister can’t get drunk. When she does, she has this quirk. She loves to undress, and not just herself. She’ll strip others until they are completely naked..."
Reviews
All reviews (0)