Stars In His Eyes
Chapter 841: Remarriage 3

Chapter 841: 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!"

Zhilan was now having a showdown with He Teng. Walking hand in hand as a married couple should have been sweet! But with He Teng, it felt like she was dragging him to the execution ground. Was it really that torturous?

"If you don’t come, then I’ll head back by myself." He Teng frowned, gesturing with his hand before marching forward. After less than five meters, he realized that Zhilan truly hadn’t followed. Turning back, he saw the small, angry woman glaring at him from the crowd, and he sighed, "He Zhilan, I’ll count to three. If you don’t come over, you’ll have to deal with it yourself."

"Three!"

"Two..."

Before he could utter the next count, Zhilan had already turned her back to him, refusing to look.

Then, the word "one" remained unspoken, stuck in He Teng’s throat. In the past, this tactic would work wonders with Zhilan — a stern face from him would guarantee her compliance.

If this were at home, away from the public eye, he could easily carry her off. But here, on a busy street, carrying her just wasn’t feasible; holding hands was an embarrassment.

He Teng took long strides to return to Zhilan’s side, circled around to stand in front of her, scratching his head, and said in a low voice, "Zhilan, let’s go home. Behind closed doors, we can hold hands all we want."

"Weren’t you just going to head back by yourself? Go ahead then," Zhilan said, her head lowered as she looked at her toes, her voice tinged with sullenness. She was genuinely upset at He Teng’s abrupt turnaround earlier, but fortunately, he didn’t actually leave her there to go home alone.