her new phone that she didn’t realise she sat on Zhen Lang’s lap and he wrapped his arms around her waist.
‘Ok,’ Zhen Lang said.
Zhen Lang propped his chin on his wife’s shoulder and he helped her inspect her new phone.
‘But…’ Gu Jing said. She turned her head to face Zhen Lang and she looked suspiciously at him. ‘Let me see your new phone.’
‘I don’t have a new phone,’ Zhen Lang denied.
‘Give it to me,’ Gu Jing said. She pulled Zhen Lang’s shirt out of his pants and she searched his body. ‘I’m certain you’re hiding your new phone. I’ve known you for many years and I understand you best.’
Zhen Lang let his wife searched his body. ‘Is that true?’
After a while Gu Jing took out Zhen Lang’s new phone that he hid in his shirt pocket and she laughed triumphantly. ‘I knew you hid your new phone from me.’
‘What are you looking at?’ Zhen Lang asked.
Zhen Lang customized his phone number caller ID on his wife’s sim card.
‘I’m looking at you for daring to keep a silver phone for yourself and giving a black phone to me,’ Gu Jing said. She scoffed and she quickly took out Zhen Lang’s phone battery. ‘Switch. I want the silver phone and you can have the black phone.’
Zhen Lang laughed helplessly. ‘Ok, let’s switch. But after we switch phones, you need to forgive me.’
Zhen Lang wanted his wife to forgive him for trapping her for two days to marry him. But his oblivious wife focused on taking out his sim card and putting it into the black phone. Then she inserted her sim card into the silver phone.
‘Are you going to reward me?’ Zhen Lang asked.
‘Reward?’ Gu Jing asked.
Gu Jing lifted her head and she cried out loud enough for her mum to hear her in the kitchen. ‘Mum, tonight’s Zhen Lang is eating dinner here. Save the chicken legs for him.’
‘Lang Lang’s here? Did you update the family birth records yet?’ Mrs Gu asked loudly from the kitchen.
Zhen Lang laughed cryptically. ‘It’s updated.’
‘Then little girl, put it back in my bedroom for me,’ Mrs Gu said loudly.
Zhen Lang’s wife put her family birth record back inside her parents’ bedroom. Whilst he sat on the sofa and he looked at the photo he set as the black phone’s screen display. The photo he set was of a young beautiful woman’s hand covered half of her naked chest, her startled eyes matched the innocence of her snow white bare back and her short hair above her shoulders showed off her sensual slender neck.
Zhen Lang looked in the direction of his wife’s parent’s bedroom and he whispered lovingly. ‘Wife, I know you best. You always want to compete with me.’