Chapter 32

Jian Ci was in the midst of his meal when he was tapped on the back. Two people appeared from his left and right side respectively.

On his left, was Da Xin. “Why are you here? We’ve been looking for you.”

And on his right, was Zhao Qianqian. “You were just going round the hall toasting with the guests with your husband, and we did not want to interrupt you. Your husband is still interacting with the guests but here you are, just idling?”

Jian Ci almost choked on his beef. After swallowing the piece in his mouth, he softly spoke, “What do you mean by husband, it’s embarrassing.”

“What’s so embarrassing about it, you’re his husband too,” Zhao Qianqian said.

Jian Ci agreed, “That, you’re right.”

Da Xin tittered at the side, “Hey, how did Mr. Zhou and you get together? Look at you, you’re pretty capable! One moment you were jilted, in debt and looking miserable, and in the next moment, you guys became lovey-dovey, started to live together and even got married.”

“It’s a long story,” Jian Ci sighed heavily.

“If you say it’s a long story, it just means you don’t want to share it, tsk, who wants to know about your relationship history,” Zhao Qianqian rolled her eyes. “But then again, Mr. Zhou seems to have a bad reputation in marriage. I do not believe in those bizarre sayings, but you have to take care of yourself and ignore the looks of others, do you understand?”

“Thank you for the advice, Miss Zhao,” Jian Ci gave her a toast with his glass of juice, “Don’t worry, I won’t wrong nor hurt myself.”

“Mm, this young man is worth teaching, I’ll accept this toast of juice for dogs1.”

Da Xin threw glances everywhere as she covered her stomach. “I’m going to the washroom, too much seafood.”

Zhao Qianqian gave her the cold-shoulder and spoke, “Go go go, you useless thing, I wouldn’t have a problem even if I ate three plates.”

1Juice for dogs: 狗粮液 (gǒu liáng yè) direct translates to dog-food-liquid/fluid. 单身狗 (dān shēn gŏu, single dog) is a Chinese slang to used to tease singles. Thus the dog liquid thing that Ms Zhao was referring to was the toast that Jian Ci made, and she referred herself to a single dog, accepting the dog liquid/toast.