The Long-awaited Mr Han

"I just don't understand. There are so many men out there, Han Zhuoli's not the only outstanding one," Luo Wangyuan said. "Han Zhuoli is already married, so why is it that you can't give up? Just find someone else. Surely there are better men out there."

Indeed, few were like Han Zhuoli, but that was not what Luo Wangyuan meant.

Was Wang Qianyun really in love with Han Zhuoli? Did she have only him in her eyes?

That wasn't the case.

Or else Wang Qianyun would not have said that it would be fine as long as she had him before.

That as long as she had claimed the title of Mrs. Han, even getting a divorce in the future was okay.

When was true love ever about titles? About possession?

If it was true love, she would have held on tightly the moment she owned his heart, never letting go.

Just like Han Zhuoli and Lu Man.

Wang Qianyun was just a sore loser.

Han Zhuoli never liked her once despite all the effort she spent on him, yet he treated Lu Man, who'd appeared from nowhere, as his treasure.

In which aspect did she lose to Lu Man?

Why should Han Zhuoli dislike her? Why should she lose out to Lu Man?

Thus, she was just a sore loser.

She was losing what she couldn't get, not what she loved.

She wanted to get that outstanding man in order for people to be envious of her. She wanted someone she liked and who liked her back, always at her beck and call.

Did Luo Wangyuan just forbid her from looking for Lin Jinshu?

She would do just the opposite!

Wang Qianyun decided not to discuss it with Luo Wangyuan any longer. The results of discussing things with Luo Wangyuan previously was getting nothing done until Han Zhuoli was married.

Hence, she dashed out of her house without saying anything else.

Wang Qianyun called Lin Jinshu after getting into the car. "Auntie, where are you now?"

***

Han Zhuoli and Lu Man had nothing to do on the plane.

Fortunately, the plane had Wi-Fi and they could access the web.

Lu Man browsed the Internet while Han Zhuoli tinkered with his phone, his fingers swiping and tapping on the screen.

Curious, Lu Man reached over and saw that Han Zhuoli was adding filters to the photos.

As if she'd just discovered the Americas, Lu Man said, "You know how to do this?"

"…" Han Zhuoli ruffled her hair in resignation. "Why do you give off the impression that I don't know how to do anything?"

"It's not that," Lu Man explained. "You know plenty. It's just that in my mind, you know how to deal with the important matters while you seem less knowledgeable about such stuff regarding entertainment."

Han Zhuoli frowned slightly, feeling torn. "I did just learn this."

Inclining his head, he looked at Lu Man. "Ever since I can remember, I was taught and groomed to be the next heir. There were many things to learn, but entertainment wasn't one of them. Do you feel that I am a boring person, unable to bring you out to have fun like how people your age do?"

"How could that be! You've given me so many surprises, I'm never bored!" Realizing that this man also liked to imagine things, she continued, "And anyway, what do you mean by having fun? Like how the other youngsters do it? Going to karaokes and bars and going crazy the whole night?"

Lu Man shook her head. "I don't like that either."

Han Zhuoli laughed. True, this girl would suffer from headaches the moment she hears rock music.

When they were not yet staying together, she always went home early after their dates.

She was a girl who liked going home, not staying out and partying.

Moreover, she was as busy as he was.

There was not much time for them to go out and have fun.

Feeling bored from scrolling through the Internet, Lu Man turned her attention to Han Zhuoli sorting out his photos.

They were all taken during their stay on the island. "When did you take so many pictures of me?"