Before I Forget

On the first day of our honeymoon on a tropical island, my wife suddenly received a message from a male subordinate.

"I'm sorry, honey. I just got called in for an urgent mission. I have to go handle it."

"Wait for me on the island, okay? I'll be back as soon as the mission is over."

As a soldier, I understood her duty.

Though I was disappointed, I forced a smile and nodded as I watched her leave.

As soon as she disappeared from sight, I booked a flight home.

A week earlier, I'd just been promoted to commander of a special forces unit. I wanted to see what kind of "urgent mission" could be assigned directly to her without going through me.

I tracked her movements and discovered that she hadn't gone to a military base at all. She'd gone to the luxury cruise ship worth hundreds of billions that I'd bought for her.

A huge screen displayed a conspicuous message: [Congratulations on Your Wedding, Shen Mo & Lin Wanqing].

A giant wedding photo on the deck fluttered in the wind.

There she was, in a white wedding dress, kissing her male subordinate, who was dressed in uniform.

At last, I understood.

Back then, she'd insisted on having no wedding and not registering our marriage, saying she hated tedious ceremonies.

It turned out she didn't hate ceremonies. She just hated having one with me.