March 7th Was Originally My Wife

March 7th thought for a moment, then quickly hurried forward.

Having doubted herself for so long earlier, she could no longer find Kapote or Yan Huan.

Looking at the vast crowds on Herta Space Station, March 7th was momentarily stumped.

"What should I do now? I've lost them."

As she was at a loss, a commotion came from a distant corner.

As if guided by an unseen force, March 7th walked quickly towards it.

The power room.

It was very deserted here; no one ever came.

And now, March 7th hid outside the door and peeked inside.

It was nothing to see them, but when she did, they were all familiar faces.

March 7th's eyes fell upon Kapote and Lamina.

"You, how can you not even handle this small matter? You washed the clothes poorly. Couldn't you have hand-washed them?"

Kapote pointed at the slightly wrinkled suit in his hand, very displeased.

Lamina lowered her head, clenched her hands, and said apologetically:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kapote. I actually hand-washed this suit. Perhaps the wrinkles are due to the fabric. I did suggest dry cleaning before, but you said dry cleaning wouldn't get it clean..."

Kapote threw the suit onto the ground, took off his glasses, and said angrily:

"So, it's my fault then?"

Lamina quickly lowered her head and apologized in a small voice:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kapote. I, I really didn't mean to."

"Alright, alright. Take this suit back and iron it," Kapote waved his hand impatiently. "Fortunately, Mr. Yan Huan isn't a superficial person and doesn't care about my attire, otherwise, I wouldn't be able to make a good impression today."

"And you, if you can do it, do it. If you can't, then get out! I'm telling you, many people are eyeing your position now. With so many people in my fan club, you're incredibly lucky to have become my secretary, you know?!"

Lamina pursed her lips and quickly nodded:

"I, I understand, Mr. Kapote. Thank you for your generosity."

"Sigh." Kapote held his forehead and sighed.

"Alright, I need to go entertain Mr. Yan Huan. Maybe if he's happy, he'll even teach me some skills. As for the suit, you figure it out. It's fine if you buy me a new one."

Hearing this, Lamina suddenly looked up and said hesitantly:

"But, but my salary isn't much to begin with. I buy you breakfast, lunch, dinner, and supper every day, and I can only eat pickles myself. Now, where would I get extra Credits to buy you a suit?"

Kapote showed an impatient expression:

"That's not my problem. Besides, isn't this also a test of your work capability? I'm cultivating you. Don't you understand the principle of 'hardship first, then sweetness'? Go do it quickly, don't make me angry again."

Then, without even glancing at the clothes on the ground, Kapote quickly walked out.

March 7th quickly hid behind a potted plant. After confirming Kapote was far away, she slowly poked her head out.

"Damn, Kapote is truly disgusting."

He was just talking eloquently in front of a large group of fans, but she never expected him to be like a completely different person in private.

So Lamina was his secretary.

It looks like she's not having a good time.

After a while, Lamina also came out, dejectedly holding the suit, like a walking corpse.

"I will definitely, make something of myself. Sister, I definitely will..."

March 7th didn't know what Lamina was muttering, and watched her slowly leave.

Is this what the workplace is like? It's too tiring.

"Wait, I think I was supposed to be looking for Yan Huan!"

After realizing this, little March immediately chased in the direction Kapote had left.

She didn't know how far she chased, but she finally saw Kapote on a sky-bridge.

Standing in front of him was Yan Huan, and now there was only one of him.

March 7th's pink and blue eyes widened.

Did Shui Xiao run off?

She quickly stepped forward and shouted at Yan Huan:

"Hey, where did Shui Xiao go?!"

Yan Huan saw March 7th running over and asked confusedly:

"Shui Xiao? What Shui Xiao?"

March 7th: "The other you who was standing next to you just now."

Yan Huan suddenly realized, "Oh, you mean my good buddy? He said he wasn't feeling well and went to the restroom."

"???" March 7th was stunned, completely dumbfounded. "Good buddy? Since when do you have a good buddy?"

At this moment, Kapote, who was nearby, came over to mediate. He resumed his affected demeanor and smiled politely:

"Hey, Miss March 7th, Master Yan Huan hasn't said anything, so please calm down."

"Calm down? How can I calm down?!" March 7th raised her eyebrows.

Yan Huan was with Shui Xiao, had he been bewitched by Shui Xiao?

"And you," March 7th suddenly pulled Yan Huan away, putting distance between them and Kapote, "Don't try to get close to us!"

This left Yan Huan utterly confused.

March 7th saw his confusion and leaned into his ear, staring at Kapote as she whispered:

"I'm telling you, this Kapote isn't a good person."

Yan Huan was taken aback, "No way."

"Slap—!!"

March 7th hit Yan Huan on the head, gritting her teeth and saying, "Just trust me. Stay away from him, and don't be like him, understand?"

Putting on a different face in front of people than behind their backs, and oppressing his own secretary.

People like that are the worst.

Yan Huan rubbed his aching head and nodded, "Okay, you call the shots."

Seeing the two whispering and staring at him, Kapote, despite his smiling facade, felt uneasy.

"Brother Yan Huan, what are you two discussing?"

March 7th snorted:

"Nothing. Why hasn't that Shui Xiao come back yet? Did they get stuck in the toilet?"

If she could catch Shui Xiao, maybe Sister Himeko would calm down.

After resolving this matter, she absolutely had to tell Asta about Lamina's ordeal.

And let her properly punish that scoundrel Kapote!

Hmph.

"Huh?" March 7th turned around, "Where did Yan Huan go?"

Kapote, standing nearby, replied:

"Over there. Mr. Yan Huan is chatting with your sister."

"Sister?"

March 7th suddenly had a bad feeling and looked in the direction Kapote was pointing.

"..."

As expected, Yan Huan was currently chatting with "another" March 7th.

Yan Huan: "What are your thoughts on the situation in Syria?"

The other March 7th: "Gurgle gurgle, I believe the current conflict in Syria..."

Watching the two chat animatedly, March 7th felt a headache coming on and quickly massaged her temples with both hands to stay calm.

She slowly walked towards them.

"Shui Xiao, you've got some nerve, even impersonating me."

"Hmm?" The other March 7th looked at the real March 7th in confusion, "What are you talking about?"

March 7th put her hands on her hips and said proudly, "I'm saying, you're finished now that you've met me. Go back to the containment unit!"

The fake March 7th was stunned by her words.

Then.

She affectionately linked her arm with Yan Huan's, staring at the real March 7th suspiciously, and said:

"But I'm the real March 7th."

Yan Huan nodded, "Yes, March, she's you."

March 7th was speechless:

"Are you even listening to yourself?"

Hearing this, the fake March 7th frowned slightly, pointed at March 7th, and said coquettishly:

"What do you mean by that? Are you trying to ruin the relationship between me and my beloved? We've always been very in love."

Yan Huan chimed in, "Right, right."

"..."

March 7th's face was instantly covered in black lines. She glared unpleasantly at Yan Huan and the fake March 7th, who was feigning weakness, and gritted her teeth:

"I really... damn it! It's one thing to turn into my appearance, but can you at least not be so weak? You're going to ruin my reputation."

Hearing this, the fake March 7th leaned even closer to Yan Huan, practically pressing herself against him.

She said very gently:

"But, this is the kind of relationship we've always had."

Yan Huan, standing nearby, cooperatively took the fake March 7th's hand. "That's right, that's right. We've been together for over three years."

"Three years of what?! Stop messing around and just throw her into the containment unit, okay?"

"No," Yan Huan shook his head. "I will not abandon my wife."

The fake March 7th also cooperatively kissed Yan Huan on the cheek, her pinkish-blue eyes showing a shy expression.

"You rascal, you're so annoying."

"Heh heh."

"Haha."

March 7th: "..."

This guy really knows how to play.