March 7th thought for a moment, then quickened her pace to catch up.
Due to her self-doubt for so long, she had now lost track of Kapote and Yan Huan.
Looking at the vast crowd of people in the Herta Space Station, March 7th found herself in a dilemma for a moment.
What should I do now? I've lost them.
Just as she was at her wits' end, a commotion came from a corner in the distance.
On a sudden impulse, March 7th walked over briskly.
The electrical room.
It was very deserted here; normally no one ever came.
Now, however, March 7th hid outside the door and poked her head inside.
If she hadn't looked, it would have been fine, but one look revealed they were all old acquaintances.
The figures of Kapote and Lamina came into March 7th's view.
"Look at you, how can you not even handle a simple task like this? The clothes are ruined, couldn't you wash them by hand?"
Kapote pointed at the slightly wrinkled suit in his hand with great dissatisfaction.
Lamina lowered her head, wringing her hands, and said with great embarrassment:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Kapote, I actually did wash this by hand. The wrinkles are probably because of the fabric; I did mention before that dry cleaning would be better, but at the time you said dry cleaning doesn't get things clean enough..."
Kapote threw the suit onto the ground, took off his glasses, and flew into a rage:
"Are you saying it's my fault, then?"
Lamina hurriedly lowered her head and apologized in a low voice:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Kapote. I, I really didn't mean to."
"Fine, fine, take this suit back and iron it." Kapote waved his hand impatiently. "It's a good thing Mr. Yan Huan isn't a superficial person and doesn't care about what I wear, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to make a good impression today."
"And you, if you can work, work; if you can't, get lost! Let me tell you, plenty of people have their eyes on your position right now. With so many people in my fan club, you should consider it the stroke of a lifetime that you were able to become this secretary, you know?!"
Lamina pursed her lips and nodded hastily:
"I, I understand, Mr. Kapote. Thank you very much for your generosity."
"Sigh." Kapote supported his forehead and sighed.
"Alright, I'm going back to entertaining Mr. Yan Huan. Maybe if he's in a good mood he'll teach me a trick or two. As for the clothes, handle it however you see fit—buying me a new one is fine too."
Hearing this, Lamina raised her head abruptly and said with great hesitation:
"But, but I don't have much of my salary left. After buying breakfast, lunch, dinner, and midnight snacks for you every day, I can only afford to eat salted vegetables myself. Right now, where would I get extra Credits to buy you a suit?"
Kapote showed an impatient expression:
"That's not my concern. Besides, isn't this a way to train your administrative skills? I am nurturing you; don't you understand that you must taste bitterness before sweetness? Go on and do it, don't make me lose my temper again."
Without even glancing at the clothes on the floor, Kapote strode directly out.
March 7th quickly hid behind a potted plant, and only after confirming that Kapote had walked far away did she slowly pop her head out.
Damn, this Kapote is truly disgusting.
Just a moment ago he was holding forth eloquently in front of a huge crowd of fans, but who would have thought that in private, he was like a completely different person.
So this Lamina was his secretary.
It looked like she was having a really hard time.
After a while, Lamina also walked out hugging the suit, looking utterly dejected, much like a walking corpse.
"I will definitely make something of myself. Sister, I definitely..."
March 7th didn't know what Lamina was muttering to herself, and watched her slowly leave.
Was this what the workplace was like? It was so exhausting.
"No wait, I'm supposed to be looking for Yan Huan!"
Coming to her senses, Little March dashed off directly in the direction Kapote had left.
She chased after them for who knows how long before she finally caught sight of Kapote at a pier.
There was only a single Yan Huan standing in front of him now.
March 7th's pink-and-blue eyes widened.
Could the Shui Xiao have run away?
She hurried forward and shouted at Yan Huan:
"Hey, where did the Shui Xiao go?!"
Seeing March 7th run over, Yan Huan asked in bewilderment:
"Shui Xiao? What Shui Xiao?"
March 7th: "The other you who was standing right next to you just now."
Yan Huan dawned on comprehension: "Oh, you mean my good brother? He said he wasn't feeling very well and went to the restroom."
"???" March 7th froze, completely dumbfounded. "Good brother? What kind of good brother of yours is that?"
At this moment, Kapote nearby also came over to mediate. He resumed his hypocritical demeanor and smiled politely:
"Ah, Miss March 7th, Master Yan Huan hasn't said anything, so why don't you calm down."
"Calm down? How am I supposed to calm down?!" March 7th arched a brow.
Yan Huan was hanging out with a Shui Xiao, after all; what if he had been bewitched by it?
"And you, stop trying to buddy up with us!" March 7th immediately grabbed Yan Huan, keeping her distance from Kapote.
This left Yan Huan looking completely baffled.
Sensing his confusion, March 7th leaned close to his ear, glared at Kapote, and whispered:
"Let me tell you, this Kapote is no good."
Yan Huan blinked: "No way."
"Smack!!"
March 7th slapped Yan Huan on the head and said through gritted teeth: "Just trust me on this. Stay away from him, and don't go picking up habits from guys like that, understand?"
Two-faced in public and private, and even oppressing his own secretary.
People like that were the absolute scum.
Yan Huan rubbed his sore head and nodded. "Alright, you call the shots."
Seeing the two of them whispering while staring at him, Kapote smiled on the surface, but grew uneasy inside.
"Brother Yan Huan, what are you discussing?"
March 7th sneered:
"Nothing. How come that Shui Xiao still hasn't come back? Did it die in the toilet?"
Once she caught the Shui Xiao, Sister Himeko might blow off some steam.
After getting this matter resolved, she definitely had to go tell Asta about Lamina's plight.
She'd make her properly punish that bastard Kapote!
Hmph.
"Huh?" March 7th turned around. "Where's Yan Huan?"
Kapote beside her replied:
"Over there, Mr. Yan Huan is chatting with your sister."
"Sister?"
March 7th suddenly had a bad premonition and looked in the direction Kapote was pointing.
"..."
Sure enough, Yan Huan was chatting with "another" March 7th right now.
Yan Huan: "What are your views on the situation in Syria?"
The other March 7th: "Gurgle gurgle, I believe the current battle situation in Syria..."
Watching the two of them chat animatedly, March 7th felt a wave of a headache coming on, and quickly massaged her temples with both hands to stay calm.
She slowly walked toward the two of them.
"Shui Xiao, you've got some nerve, you're even turning into me now."
"Huh?" The other March 7th gave the real March 7th a puzzled look. "What are you talking about?"
March 7th put her hands on her hips and said haughtily: "I said, you're done for now that you've run into me. Honestly get yourself back into the containment compartment!"
The fake March 7th froze upon hearing this.
Then.
She affectionately looped her arm around Yan Huan's arm, looked at the real March 7th suspiciously, and said:
"But I am the real March 7th."
Yan Huan nodded. "That's right, March, she is you."
March 7th was left speechless:
"Do you even hear yourself right now?"
Hearing this, the fake March 7th furrowed her pretty brows, pointed at March 7th, and said in a spoiled voice:
"What do you mean by that? Are you trying to ruin the relationship between me and my darling? We've always been very loving, you know."
Yan Huan chimed in: "True, true."
"..."
Dark lines instantly covered March 7th's head. She stared at Yan Huan and the fake March 7th—who was putting on a weak act right before her—with an unfriendly gaze, grinding her teeth:
"I really am... Damn it! It's one thing to take my appearance, but can you not act so delicate? My reputation is going to be completely ruined by you."
Upon hearing that, the fake March 7th pressed even closer to Yan Huan, practically pasting her entire body against him.
She said very gently:
"But we've always had this kind of relationship, oh."
Yan Huan, standing beside her, very cooperatively held the fake March 7th's hand. "Yeah, yeah, we've been together for over three years."
"Three years my foot! Cut the act and hurry up and throw her into the containment compartment already."
"No can do." Yan Huan shook his head. "I would never abandon my lawful wife."
The fake March 7th also very cooperatively kissed Yan Huan on the cheek, her pink-and-blue eyes revealing a shy expression.
"You scoundrel, stop it."
"Hehe."
"Haha."
March 7th: "..."
This guy really knew how to play.
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