As soon as He Zhilan cried, he would be utterly defenseless!
"I don’t know what to do about this either, you could, if she’s really mad at you, just propose to remarry her. That way, she’ll definitely cheer up instantly!" Chen Zheng said, grinning, "This is called, indemnity with the flesh, using yourself to settle your debts! The slaughter debt you’ve created on your own, you have to pay off on your own!"
After saying that, Chen Zheng patted He Teng’s shoulder with a solemn face, "Once you remarry, your sister-in-law and I can have a celebratory drink with you two!"
After finishing, Chen Zheng promptly dragged his wife away. The couple was laughing all the way home, and it wasn’t until they closed the door that they looked at each other, eyes filled with contentment.
"That He Teng, such a big blockhead, always stiff-faced, making it seem like he doesn’t care about Zhilan. But who knew, in private, he’s , tending to and caring for the few potted plants Zhilan bought as if they were his own sons," Chen Zheng’s wife couldn’t stop giggling at that.
"Did you see that? How anxious we made that blockhead He Teng! The wedding banquet for his second marriage, I say it’s not far off!" Chen Zheng was shaking his foot, so smug in his tone, "A blockhead is a blockhead. Liking Zhilan, but stubbornly refusing to let her know. Facing her, he keeps a wooden expression, and his words don’t match his heart. Men and women are the same, once they fall deep into feelings, anyone can seem like a completely changed person."
The old He Teng, even if an enemy’s knife reached his heart, would not show it. Now, just a few potted plants have him so anxious? Isn’t it just because he’s afraid He Zhilan would be sad to see them?
Speaking of which, isn’t it all because he’s afraid He Zhilan would be sad, afraid that He Zhilan would get angry?
He says he doesn’t welcome her to the military base, but in reality, isn’t he just anxious and worried that He Zhilan might get angry over a few potted plants and really not come?
"Young people, it’s fine, this is pretty good," said Chen Zheng’s wife, "later on, I’ll go and chat with Zhilan, let her pretend to be angry and not come to the base for a couple of days to see what He Mutou does?"
"I think it could work. It’s so boring living at the base every day, watching He Mutou for fun is not bad either," Chen Zheng raised an eyebrow in Read the latest chapters on NovelHub - completely free!
However, Chen Zheng’s wife’s plan wouldn’t be needed, because the very next morning, He Teng left the base first thing to buy four identical pots to replace the original ones. He also got rid of the evidence before He Zhilan arrived, and then waited seemingly unconcernedly for He Zhilan to come to the base with the person who went out to buy groceries.
Around nine in the morning, He Zhilan arrived at the base. Since she didn’t have a key, He Teng specially came back to open the door for He Zhilan.
Upon entering the house, He Teng’s gaze drifted to the windowsill, and his heart hung suspended; after waiting for what felt like an eternity, seeing that He Zhilan hadn’t noticed anything amiss, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief and gave her the key before leaving.
He Teng had bought them at the same place He Zhilan originally did, with similar height, and the pots were exactly the same, so He Zhilan didn’t notice anything wrong. Looking at the pots full of vibrant life, she was pleased thinking that despite his complaints, He Teng had actually been taking good care of them.
Not long after He Teng left, Chen Zheng’s wife came by to knock on the door. After entering, she glanced at the windowsill and laughed, "I didn’t notice any difference with your four pots, did I?"