Chapter 841: Remarriage 3
"Do I also get a share of your concern?" He Zhilan was both amused and frustrated, mumbling to herself. She then quickly followed.
He Teng hadn’t gone far before he stopped and waited for He Zhilan. Although he didn’t quite catch what she was muttering, he could see the pouting expression on her face.
"He Zhilan, now that we’ve registered our marriage, our bond is reaffirmed, and you no longer have the chance to regret it." He Teng solemnly addressed her by her full name, his voice carrying the weight of an announcement as his eyes fell upon her face, observing.
Zhilan looked up at He Teng with a glance and responded, "Oh," as she walked over and stopped beside him. She slipped her hand into his palm, intertwining their fingers before sidling up to him and smiling with raised lips, "Brother, I won’t regret it, not for my whole life! That’s what I should be telling you! He Teng, we’ve got our certificate, and you no longer have the chance to regret it! From now on, you belong to me, He Zhilan!"
"Heh." He Teng let out a skeptical snort through his nose, then released Zhilan’s hand and tucked it into his pocket, saying sternly, "It doesn’t look good doing this on a busy street with people coming and going!"
"What’s wrong with it? We’re a legally married couple; what’s not to look good about holding hands? Is it unsightly for you to be seen holding another man’s wife, or for me to be seen holding another woman’s husband?" He Zhilan laughed in exasperation at He Teng’s overly serious demeanor, "It’s not like we’re in the army, and there’s no need for you to maintain your military image here. Those who don’t know you have no clue that you, He Teng, are a soldier. And those who do, who doesn’t know that I, He Zhilan, am your wife? What’s the matter with holding hands?"
"If you want to hold hands, we can do it to our heart’s content at home," He Teng replied, then urged Zhilan to hurry up and catch the bus to return to the countryside.
Zhilan stood still, her hands hanging by her sides, and hummed softly, "You’re such a block of wood. Will you hold hands or not? If you refuse, then I’m not leaving! If you can, just keep me company here. If I catch a cold from this breeze, let’s see what father says about your lack of care when we get back!"