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n875 Side Story: Han Binglan 7

nTranslator: Atlas Studios

nEditor: Atlas Studios

nHan Binglan felt like dying.

nThe person who shouted was Auntie Zhang. She lived opposite her house and had a good relationship with her mother, Gao Xiuying. Usually, when they were free, they would go to each other’s houses for tea and to munch on sunflower seeds. She only had one son who had just gotten into a junior high school in the city this year. He usually stayed in school and would come back on the weekends.

nAuntie Zhang had always wanted a daughter, but she didn’t have one, so she cherished Le Yao very much. When she made delicious food and drinks, she would call Le Yao over to eat.

nSometimes, Le Yao would jokingly call her “mother”. She wouldn’t forget to buy her a portion of food and drinks too.

nSince Han Binglan was here, she naturally had to maintain Le Yao’s relationships.

nJust now, she was leaning against the window drying her clothes when she saw Han Binglan and Han Ye.

nThat loud voice, that excitement, it was as if her own daughter had found a partner.

nAs a result, her shout attracted the attention of several neighbors nearby. They all opened their windows. They stuck their heads out to greet Han Binglan.

nAlthough the houses here were also commodity houses, they were all local residents and everyone was very familiar with one another. After Gao Xiuying moved here, she had a good relationship with everyone. They usually bought groceries and danced in the square together, so she knew each family very well.

n“Yaoyao, your boyfriend is quite good-looking.”

n“Yaoyao, when did you get a boyfriend? What does he do?”

n“Miss, does your mother know that you’re seeing someone?”

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nHan Binglan braced herself and exchanged greetings with everyone. Then, she hurriedly pulled Han Ye upstairs.

nThe corners of Han Ye’s lips curled up unconsciously.

nOn the third floor, before she could take out the key, Auntie Zhang opened the door and stared at Han Ye with bright eyes. “Young man, what’s your name? How old are you? Where are you from? How do you know our Yaoyao? How long have you been dating?”

nHan Binglan wanted to hold her forehead.

n“Hello, Auntie Zhang.” Han Ye nodded appropriately. “My name is Han Ye. I’m from Hong Kong. I’ve known Ah Yao for a long time. We registered our marriage today…”

n“What?” Auntie Zhang’s eyes were about to pop out. She suddenly turned around and shouted into the house, “Old Li, come out quickly. Yaoyao has registered her marriage.”

nOld Li was her husband.

nAt this moment, Gao Xiuying opened the door. “Why are you at the door? Old Zhang, I heard you shouting just now. I didn’t hear what you were saying because I was washing clothes in the toilet.”

nOld Zhang pointed at Han Binglan and Han Ye. “They’ve registered their marriage.”

nFive minutes later, Han Binglan and Han Ye sat side by side on the sofa. Opposite them were Le Jun, Gao Xiuying, and Auntie Zhang. She did not expect to meet Le Yao’s father like this.

nThere were two bright red marriage certificates on the coffee table in front of them.

n“Tell me, what happened?” Le Jun grabbed Gao Xiuying’s hand, signaling her not to flare up. Then, he looked at his daughter and son-in-law.

n“We’ve known each other for a long time…” Han Binglan pursed her lips and began to make up a story. “At that time, he came inland with a friend. I received him as a tour guide…”

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