We Will Not Get Married

Zhou Mo was a little shocked. Although anyone would think of this question, it was different when it came from Han Chen. After all, in her memory, Han Chen was not the kind of person to get jealous or be envious.

“Completely. I can guarantee that within a radius of ten meters from me, he wouldn’t dare to come near,” Zhou Mo recalled the chaotic scene at that time, feeling embarrassed and amused at the same time.

“My dad broke his leg with a broom, my mom scratched his face, and I...” Zhou Mo didn’t feel comfortable talking about it. After all, scenes of her family, resembling a madhouse, were too embarrassing. She was even more embarrassed to admit that she was the most embarrassing one.

“A few days ago?” Han Chen asked.

Zhou Mo nodded with a hint of confusion. “Yes.”

She thought Han Chen would ask more, but unexpectedly, he didn’t say anything and went into the bathroom with the clothes.

Zhou Mo found it a bit perplexing and turned to the kitchen to make a warm rock of sugar water.

When Han Chen came out of the bathroom, towel-drying his hair, Zhou Mo placed the rock sugar water on the coffee table. “Drink this.”

Han Chen walked towards the coffee table.

Zhou Mo went to the bedroom to get a hairdryer. “After you finish drinking, dry your hair. What about your clothes? Do I need to wash them for you?”

Han Chen bent down to pick up the glass of water, preparing to drink. “No, I’ll do it myself.”

“Do you know how to use the washing machine?” Zhou Mo couldn’t help but blurt out, but then she felt it wasn’t appropriate.

Most of her memories of Han Chen were from high school, and at that time, he was a study machine. He didn’t know how to do anything other than study, and his mother took care of all the trivial matters in his life, including doing laundry. He was the type of person who didn’t even know how to peel an egg.

“Now I do,” Han Chen quickly drank a few sips of water, and as the warm sensation faded from his tongue, he realized the water was sweet.

“Okay,” Zhou Mo didn’t want to interfere too much. “Before you throw them in the washing machine, remember to rinse off the dirt from your clothes. After washing, remember to disinfect the washing machine.”

Zhou Mo had a cleanliness obsession, so she endured many unexpected “intrusions” by Han Chen out of consideration for their past friendship.

“Mm,” Han Chen acknowledged and went into the bathroom.

Zhou Mo sat back on the sofa and continued watching her horror movie. The movie was called “Anatomy Lab of the Medical School.” Zhou Mo was reminded of her anatomy classes in school, which were quite horrifying, but the suspenseful atmosphere was completely broken by the presence of another person in the room and the sound of the hairdryer rumbling.

When Han Chen emerged from the bathroom again, his hair was already dry. The fine bangs in front covered his eyes, and he casually brushed them aside, revealing a handsome forehead and narrow eyes.

As Zhou Mo turned around, she saw this man playing with his own hair. She secretly wondered how he had learned to be so narcissistic.

They say time is a butcher’s knife, but besides making Han Chen become more outstanding and his appearance more handsome and stylish, it seemed to have also infused him with a more vibrant life.

“Are you not feeling uncomfortable?” Zhou Mo’s gaze was fixed on the TV.

“Hmm?” Han Chen looked at her back.

“You’re not still running a fever, are you?” Zhou Mo reminded him.

“Hmm, I am. I’m uncomfortable,” Han Chen walked to the other side of the sofa, about to sit down.

“If you’re uncomfortable, go and rest in the guest room for a while.”

Han Chen didn’t move. He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, seemingly lost in thought. Zhou Mo didn’t understand and reminded him, “The bedding in the guest room is clean, so don’t worry...”

“I’m not concerned about that,” Han Chen interrupted her. “I meant, have there been any other men here?”

“You don’t have to doubt me. I don’t have the habit of cohabiting with someone before marriage,” Zhou Mo interrupted him this time.

“Listen to me,” Han Chen knew she misunderstood. “I mean, if no other men have been here, then my staying here would break your rule. Besides, I’m afraid it might not be good for you.”

So that’s what he meant. He was actually considering her well-being.

Zhou Mo didn’t pay much attention to the rule-breaking aspect. For her, Han Chen was more like an old friend she hadn’t seen in years. Furthermore...

“We’re going to get married, aren’t we? So, it’s not inappropriate.”

Han Chen fell into silence for a while before finally saying, “I see.”

He stood up and went to the guest room.

Zhou Mo didn’t bother with him and continued to stare at the TV. However, the images on the screen didn’t register in her mind at all. At this moment, all her thoughts were focused on the man in the guest room.

He appeared so suddenly in her life, but she didn’t find it difficult to accept. Instead, it gave her a sense of familiarity.

For Zhou Mo, who was usually cold and restrained in matters of love, she could cleanly break up with her exes for various reasons, without dragging things out or causing unnecessary complications. After breaking up, she treated them as strangers, without crying or feeling sad, never contacting them again.

Except for Han Chen.

When they met again, she didn’t resist. He was the only ex-boyfriend with whom she could get along so harmoniously.

Zhou Mo sat on the sofa, lost in thought. Her mind was filled with whether or not to marry Han Chen. She mentally drew a pentagon radar chart, encompassing appearance, character, education, occupation, and family.

In this chart, Han Chen almost scored the highest in every category. Damn it, where else could she find such a good candidate for marriage?

Of course, she should marry him!

Inside the bathroom, the rumbling sound of the washing machine finally stopped, replaced by a pleasant alert tone. The clothes were washed.

Zhou Mo glanced at the guest room door. There was no response, indicating that he had probably fallen asleep.

Zhou Mo got up and went to the bathroom, opening the lid of the washing machine and retrieving the clothes. Along with the clothes, there was a blue-black item—a pair of men’s boxer briefs with the CIN logo displayed at the waist.

Zhou Mo erupted, “Han Chen!”

Han Chen, in a dazed state, poked his head out from the crack of the door, looking dispirited and extremely weary. “What’s wrong?”

“How can you wash your underwear with your other clothes... You...” Zhou Mo nearly gritted her teeth.

For someone with a cleanliness obsession, this was an absolute taboo!

Throwing the boxer briefs into the laundry basket, Zhou Mo was fuming. “Our living habits are incompatible. So you should find someone else to get married.”

Leaning against the side of the door, Han Chen tilted his head, resting it against the door frame. Whether he hadn’t fully woken up or it was due to his illness, he appeared weak, exhausted, and completely listless.

He didn’t explain and walked to the washing machine, retrieving all the clothes. He filled the washing machine with water, added disinfectant, and turned on the washing machine’s function for large items.

Zhou Mo was dumbfounded. He actually knew the disinfection steps for the washing machine.

“If you’re not satisfied, I’ll buy you a new one tomorrow.”

Han Chen carried the laundry basket and went to the balcony to hang the clothes.

Zhou Mo’s anger dissipated by more than half.

The balcony light wasn’t turned on.

His back faced the living room, and his tall figure was bent as he focused on hanging the clothes on the hangers. His clear silhouette was projected onto the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window opposite.

“Han Chen,” Zhou Mo regained her composure, “I don’t think we’re suitable.”

Han Chen paused his actions.

“You’ve only known me for a short time, so it’s normal to have such feelings.”