Chapter 201: Slapping Han Zhan
Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon
Han Zhanâs pupils quivered slightly. âWhy do you ask?â Although he had already guessed the reason why Song Fei was specially waiting here, Han Zhan was still slightly shocked to hear this from Song Fei.
This person is really smart.
Song Fei stared at Han Zhanâs knee joint. She totally didnât believe what Han Zhan said to Song Ci this morning. âArthralgia is just a reason for you to brush Song Ci off. You just wonât kneel down and kowtow to my parents. Your eyes tell me that you really donât like our mother. You must know our mother.â
Song Feiâs insight was truly astonishing. Han Zhan thought of denying it and lying, but in the end, he still decided to treat Song Fei honestly. It was all because Song Fei was Song Ciâs family.
âYes, I do.â
Hearing this, Song Feiâs gaze on him deepened. âHow did you know her?â
âIâm sorry, Sister Fei, I donât wish to lie to you, but I donât wish to speak of this for now.â
âOh, you donât wish to say...â Song Fei sized Han Zhan up with a scrutinizing gaze. Han Zhan allowed her to look at him as she wished, but his expression remained calm and composed, not looking like he had any ulterior motives.
After a while, Song Fei looked away and took out a small black pill from her pocket.
Song Fei played with that little pill like a little kid playing with marbles. Han Zhan stared at the black pill in Song Feiâs hand and narrowed his eyes. His intuition told him that this pill was not something good.
As they played, Song Fei said, âAnyone who has seen my mother will know that we sisters look almost exactly the same as my mother. You hate my mother, but married Song Ci who looks just like my mother...â
âHan Zhan, what are your motives?â
Han Zhan frowned slightly and was about to explain, when he suddenly saw Song Fei raise her right hand and throw that black pill into her neighborâs chicken coop.
Han Zhan turned to look and saw a plume of smoke rising from the spot where the pill had landed. Within seconds, three to four chickens had collapsed to the ground, struggling for their lives.
Upon seeing this, Han Zhanâs pupils constricted!
Song Feiâs cold voice reached Han Zhanâs ear. âHan Zhan, youâre not allowed to harm my sister. If I find out that you have ulterior motives toward my sister, I donât care who your grandfather or your godmothers areâI can make you a pile of ashes in a jar!â
Song Fei said that she would turn Han Zhan into ashes, so she really had the capability to do so.
Look, werenât those chickens the best example?
Suppressing the tumultuous waves in his heart, Han Zhan told Song Fei, âI really donât have any ulterior motives towards Song Ci. Iâve never thought of harming Song Ci. You donât have to worry about this, Song Fei.â Han Zhanâs voice was soft, afraid of angering this dangerous person who would explode the society at the drop of a hat.
Song Fei snorted. âIt better be.â She turned and left.
Han Zhan stared at the few chickens lying on the floor in the chicken coop. He hesitated for a moment, before slowly walking back to Song Ciâs house.
Yan Jiang stood by the window upstairs and observed the scene on the snow just now. He felt puzzled. What was Ah Fei and Han Zhan talking about behind me and Song Ciâs back? Why did Han Zhan anger Song Fei?
At 11pm, Song Ci returned from her neighborâs house with a bag of farm produce. There was dried bacon, sausages, and salted duck eggs. Song Ci entered the house and placed the items on the table. She found two bags and planned to pack them up separately for Song Fei and Yan Jiang.
Han Zhan had work and was working in a room upstairs. Song Fei didnât like to cook, so she sat on the sofa and read the latest literature thesis published in the Lancets Magazine. Meanwhile, Yan Jiang, who was once the most handsome man in the entertainment industry, could only enter the kitchen and put on an apron to cook.
Song Ci said to Song Fei and Yan Jiang, âItâs strange. A few chickens suddenly died in Auntie Zhuâs house next door. Auntie Zhu was so scared that she thought they had contracted the plague and even called a vet over.â
Yan Jiang shot Song Fei a meaningful look.
Song Fei didnât even look up. âThey might have died from the cold.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Song Ci was surprised. âA chicken can die from the cold?â
Song Fei said expressionlessly, âIf a person can die from the cold, why canât a chicken? Have you forgotten that the little girl selling matchsticks froze to death?â
Song Ci still didnât believe Song Fei. âI think it might be the chicken plague.â Song Ci packed the food and shouted upstairs. âBrother Han, what do you want to eat? Iâll make it for you.â
Han Zhan walked out of the bedroom, stood in the corridor, and replied, âHot and sour shredded potato, slightly spicy.â
âSo sour and spicy. Are you pregnant?â Song Ci muttered but still went into the kitchen to make spicy shredded potato.
Song Ci continued peeling the potato. Yan Jiang stared at the dried beef in the pan. He turned to look at Song Ci several times, but hesitated. He wanted to tell her what he saw today.
But Song Fei purposely avoided Song Ci and Han Zhan meeting in private because she didnât want Song Ci to know about this. As a result, Yan Jiang was very conflicted. Should I tell Song Ci about this?
âWhy are you always looking at me?â Song Ci turned and glanced at Yan Jiang. âLook at your food and donât mess it up. If you keep staring at me, Iâll tell Song Fei.â
Yan Jiang poured some water into the pot. The dried beef would taste even better after being cooked for a while longer.
The last time Han Zhan and Song Fei conspired to harm Mu Mian, they had really deceived Yan Jiang. Yan Jiang could understand the feeling of being kept in the dark. Yan Jiang and Song Ci were brothers in distress and they were very close. In the end, Yan Jiang still felt that he should tell Song Ci.
Yan Jiang turned and leaned against the counter. âSong Song.â
Song Ci threw the potato into the pot, picked up the second peeled potato, and grunted without looking up. âWhatâs the matter?â
Yan Jiang decided to test Song Ci first and asked, âIs Song Fei and Han Zhan hiding something from you?â
Song Ci suddenly stopped peeling the potato. She glanced back at Song Fei and saw that she was reading the thesis intently. She approached Yan Jiang and asked, âYou also noticed it?â
Also?
Yan Jiang was shocked. âYou know? Hey, I thought you didnât know. I was hesitating over whether to tell you about this.â Seeing that Song Ci knew, Yan Jiang didnât have to worry anymore and told her what he saw this morning.
âI only discovered it today. Didnât Han Zhan send you to tutor that little kid next door this afternoon? He was stopped by Ah Fei on the way home.â
Song Ci said calmly, âI noticed long ago that they had secretly gathered together to speak. I was afraid that they were plotting something again. Did you hear what they said today?â
âI donât know what they said either. I just saw Ah Fei suddenly throw a poison pill at the chicken coop. Several chickens fell to the ground and died. Man, my heart nearly stopped beating when I saw that scene upstairs.â
Hearing that those chickens were poisoned to death by Song Fei, Song Ci was enraged. âHow can Song Fei be like this! She poisoned someone elseâs chickens just like that, how can we face Auntie Zhu in future!â
Seeing that Song Ci was angry, Yan Jiang hurriedly said, âIf she wasnât really angry, Ah Fei definitely wouldnât do such a thing.â He asked Song Ci, âDo you know how Han Zhan managed to provoke Ah Fei?â
Song Ci shook her head. âHow would I know?â
âI thought you knew...â
Song Ci said, âActually, I didnât realize anything. I was actually lying to you when I told you that I saw them talking privately.â She didnât expect Yan Jiang to be so gullible.
Previously, when Song Ci came back from Auntie Zhuâs house, she saw the footprints of Han Zhan and Song Fei on the snow and knew that they had met privately. She was troubled over not knowing what those two had done in private, and Yan Jiang delivered the information himself.
Realizing that Song Ci was purposely misleading him so that he could tell her everything, Yan Jiang once again realized how evil Song Ci was. âSong Ci, you are too cunning. How could you lie to me!â Yan Jiang regretted knowing this little liar.
Song Ci snorted. âIf a woman isnât cunning, how can she rule the world?â With that, Song Ci tossed the potato aside and hurried into the living room.
Song Ci crossed her arms and stood beside the sofa. She looked down at Song Fei. âSong Fei, come out.â
Song Fei opened her eyes and glanced at Song Ci nonchalantly. Seeing that Song Ci looked like she was about to get angry, she slowly stood up and shuffled out after Song Ci.
Yan Jiang felt a headache coming on upon seeing this. Afraid that the two sisters would start fighting outside, he hurriedly turned off the fire and ran out.
Yan Jiang was hiding under the door and overheard their conversation.
âHow did Han Zhan offend you? Why are you scaring him like that?â It was Song Ciâs voice.
Song Fei asked, âHow did you know?â After thinking for a moment, Song Fei guessed the crux of the matter. âDid Yan Jiang tell you?â My own man is siding with someone elseâheâs asking for it.
Song Ci was like an old hen protecting her cubs. She looked fiercely at Song Fei for an explanation. âDonât care who told me. Just tell me, how did Han Zhan upset you? He is my man. Itâs fine if you bully me, but why did you bully my man? Song Fei, speak clearly. Donât bully him behind my back.â
Hearing this, Song Fei scolded Song Ci. âAre you an idiot?â
Song Ci said, âYou always call me a little dumbass. Even the smartest person will be called dumb by you.â
Song Fei was speechless and helpless. âIdiot, canât you tell that Han Zhan knows our mother?â
Hearing this, Song Ci asked her instead, âWhy do you think Han Zhan knows our mother?â
Song Fei was disappointed at the ignorant Song Ci.
How could I have such a stupid little sister? Eyes are such a good thing but she only used them to flirt.
Song Fei told Song Ci, âToday, when we went to our parentsâ grave, I noticed that Han Zhan looked at our motherâs name with disgust and conflict. This means that Han Zhan very likely knows our mother. Even if he doesnât know him personally, he knows our mother! There should be some enmity between him and our mother!â
âMoreover, we sisters look very much like our mother. Han Zhan obviously hates our mother very much but he married you. Donât you think this is suspicious?â
âSong Ci, donât you understand? I was afraid that he married you because he had ulterior motives. I was worried that he would hurt you, so I went behind your back to ask him for an explanation!â But my good intentions were misinterpreted by Song Ci.
This fool even came to seek justice for Han Zhan!
What a silly girl!
Love-struck fool!
After hearing Song Feiâs explanation, Song Ci didnât look shocked or surprised.
Seeing this, Song Fei couldnât help stealing a few more glances at her. Thinking about why Song Ci was so calm, Song Feiâs expression couldnât help turning solemn. âDid you already know?â
Song Ci nodded. âYes. I noticed something was off long ago.â
Song Fei was slightly shocked. âYou actually knew...â Song Fei was in disbelief that Song Ci could discover this herself. She didnât know that Song Ci had brains.
Song Ci said, âI am not really blind. I can tell some things.â This morning at her parentsâ grave, Song Ci noticed that Han Zhanâs expression was slightly off when he looked at her motherâs name.
Song Ci also told Song Fei, âActually, I already realized that there was a problem. The previous time I went back to Hunan with Han Zhan, I saw a photo of Han Zhanâs mother. Sister, when Han Zhanâs mother smiles, she looks especially like our mother. Is this a coincidence?â
Song Ci felt slightly uneasy. She asked Song Fei, âElder sister, donât you think this matter is very strange?â
âHow so?â
âHan Zhan told me that his father was a drug lord and his mother was just one of his fatherâs lovers. He said that his father had a first love who couldnât be loved. As he couldnât get that woman, he found many other lovers who were similar to that woman... Today, when I saw Han Zhan looking at our motherâs name on her grave, I thought...â
Song Ci stopped and stared at Song Fei uneasily. She bit her lips and said in a low voice, âI was thinking if our mother is the first love of that drug lord!â
Song Feiâs expression changed slightly. âWhatâs that personâs name? Han Zhanâs father.â
âI donât know.â Song Ci shook her head and said, âHan Zhan never told me his fatherâs exact identity. I only know that he is a major drug lord. But this is just my guess. Only Han Zhan himself knows the truth.â
Song Fei frowned, feeling that Han Zhan was really troublesome. âYou shouldnât have married him!â
âDonât say that. In that situation, the only person who can help me and know my roots is Han Zhan. Moreover...â Song Ci suddenly smiled and told Song Fei honestly,â Itâs quite funny. I married him because I wanted to use him, but I seem to have really fallen in love with him. â
Song Fei gritted her teeth in exasperation.
Hearing the sudden sound of footsteps in the house, those footsteps stopped after reaching the door. Song Fei smiled and asked Song Ci with a cold face, âLittle fool, arenât you worried that Han Zhan has ulterior motives for marrying you? Arenât you afraid that he will harm you?â
After thinking for a moment, Song Ci said, âI am afraid too.â
âBut even if he had ulterior motives in marrying me, what he has done for me these few months is real. His love and concern for me are also genuine.â Song Ci could tell whether Han Zhan was truly devoted to her.
âIf Han Zhan really wanted to make use of me and hurt me, I wouldnât be so stupid as to join in and be used by him.â Song Ci smiled openly, with a sense of ease and fearlessness. âI, Song Ci, am not the kind of woman who canât live without a man. If Han Zhan betrays me, I can just give him up and live my single life?â
Mu Mian was already dead and Song Ci was no longer in danger. She really didnât feel any pressure now. âActually, Iâm waiting for the day Han Zhan takes the initiative to tell me the truth.â Song Ci had long seen through Han Zhanâs many secrets. She was waiting for the day Han Zhan took the initiative to tell her.
If she continued to wait, there would only be two outcomes. Either Han Zhan would come clean, or Song Ci would be disheartened.
Song Fei asked again, âWhat if he doesnât say anything?â
Song Ci narrowed her eyes and stared at the messy footprints in the snow. Her expression turned cold. âWhat else do I want from a man who doesnât really care about me?â
Song Feiâs expression softened slightly. âMmm, thatâs the right thing to do.â
Inside the house, Yan Jiang turned and saw Han Zhan standing behind him with a dark expression. He raised his brows in surprise. When did this guy come? Patting Han Zhanâs shoulder, Yan Jiang asked him in a low voice, âShall we go to the backyard for a chat?â
Han Zhan glanced at the sisters on the roof, nodded, and followed Yan Jiang out of the living room to the backyard.
Song Feiâs ears twitched as she heard their footsteps fade into the distance. She told Song Ci, âItâs cold outside, go in.â After lying in bed for eight years, Song Fei was used to using her ears to listen to everything.
Just now when she was talking to Song Ci, Song Fei noticed that Han Zhan had come downstairs. She purposely asked Song Ci those questions in front of Han Zhan so that she could give Han Zhan a wake-up call and let him hear Song Ciâs heartfelt words.
Luckily, Song Ci was also supportive and her words satisfied Song Fei. As for what choice Han Zhan would make, Song Fei didnât care.
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Arriving at the backyard, Yan Jiang took out his cigarette case and took out a cigarette from the side. Before Yan Jiang could bite that cigarette, Han Zhan dashed out and snatched it away.
Yan Jiang glared at him.
Han Zhan bit his cigarette and lit it. Before he could take a puff, he heard Yan Jiang say softly, âArenât you guys preparing for pregnancy?â Han Zhan was stunned for a moment, before hurriedly taking the cigarette away from his teeth and pinching it with his hands without smoking it.
Yan Jiang was also smart. After hearing the conversation between the two sisters, he guessed that Han Zhan had many secrets.
Yan Jiang didnât have the habit of prying into other peopleâs secrets. He patted Han Zhanâs shoulder and told him, âMr. Han, listen to my advice. Be honest and speak your mind. Only then will your relationship last longer. Some secrets are like a thorn buried in your flesh. Even if itâs absorbed by your flesh, there will still be a knot.â
Han Zhan frowned and remained silent.
Yan Jiang added. âI know Song Song very well. She is willing to give you a chance. When you take the initiative to confess, you must cherish it. You must understand that there is a limit to her waiting.â
There were almost no secrets between Yan Jiang and Song Ci. Yan Jiang also knew all the reasons and transactions between Han Zhan and Song Ci. He had to remind Han Zhan. âMr. Han, donât forget that you and Song Ci still have a one-year promise.â
Han Zhan froze.
His eyes widened slightly.
Recalling Song Ciâs words to Song Fei just now, Han Zhan felt a lingering fear. During this period, Song Ci had always called him Brother Han in a soft, sweet voice, made him laugh, fooled around with him, and cried unbridledly in front of him, so he felt like Song Ci had no choice but to marry him.
In reality, how could Song Ci be that kind of weak little girl? She, Song Ci, had been fighting wits and courage with a domineering man for six years. A woman who dared to stab someone in the gut!
She loved him and was willing to be the little woman in his arms. If her heart turned cold, he would never be able to touch her.
Han Zhan was so scared that his eyelashes were trembling.
Yan Jiang continued. âDonât think that just because she wants to have a child with you, she really has to have you. Song Song is capable and talented. Even if she has your child in her womb, she will still have the guts to divorce you if something really happens to your relationship.â
âShe is not a parasite attached to you. She can leave whenever she wants.â Having said that, Yan Jiang stopped talking.
After hearing Yan Jiangâs words, Han Zhan imagined some more scenarios and broke out in a cold sweat. He suddenly came to his senses. It turned out that hiding or not telling the truth was also a form of hurt and distrust towards oneâs partner.
âI know what to do now.â Han Zhan tilted his head and gave Yan Jiangâs shoulder a hard knock. âThank you.â
Yan Jiang waved his hand. âWe are family.â
âYes, family.â
The two of them stood outside for a while, before turning to enter the house. All four of them had ulterior motives and pretended like nothing had happened. After dinner, they loaded their belongings into the car and prepared to return to the city.
Worried that there would be ice on the roads after the snow, Han Zhan put chains on the tires. On the way back to the city, the car drove rather slowly. Song Ci occasionally chatted with Han Zhan, her usual tone no different from usual.
Han Zhan suddenly realized that Song Ci was also good at pretending.
It was already dark by the time they reached home.
Han Zhan took the initiative to take over the responsibility of cooking and didnât allow Song Ci to enter the kitchen. He fiddled around in the kitchen for a while and made a home-cooked dinner. Song Ci ate Han Zhanâs meal and seemed to be in a good mood.
After dinner, Song Ci turned on the television and watched a television drama.
She stared at the television, but her heart was racing.
Song Ci only turned to look at Han Zhan, when the sofa beside her lunged and the scent of Han Zhanâs cold wood perfume wafted into her nose. Seeing that his hair and cheeks were all wet, Song Ci said, âYou washed your hair?â
âMmm.â
Song Ci bent over and retrieved the hairdryer from the television cabinet. Song Ci patted her own leg and said to Han Zhan, âBrother Han, bend over.â
Han Zhan bent over and let Song Ci dry his hair.
Song Ciâs fingers ran through Han Zhanâs hair. Han Zhanâs scalp went numb. He felt comfortable and at ease. After drying his hair, Han Zhan didnât sit up straight and just laid sideways on the sofa, resting his head on Song Ciâs lap.
Song Ci looked at the television and stroked Han Zhanâs nose and eyes from time to time.
âSong Ci.â Han Zhanâs voice sounded very serious, without the usual warmth and gentleness.
Song Ci blinked and turned off the television. She looked down at Han Zhanâs struggling and hesitating eyes. âDo you have something to say to me?â
Han Zhan met her eyes, and his flickering gaze revealed his uneasiness. âSong Ci, can I tell you my story?â
Song Ci leaned back against the sofa and gazed at the ceiling. Her throat moved. âOkay.â
Han Zhan closed his eyes and sank into his memories. He spoke slowly and tirelessly â
âMy mother gave birth to me as an unmarried woman. After giving birth to me, she left me at my grandmotherâs house. She returned to school to take the assessment and was determined to become an excellent military pilot. When I was 2 years old, I unfortunately went missing. My mother and grandfather searched for me for several years, but at that time, China was not like the current China. The surveillance system was far from perfect.â
âThey searched for me for a long time but didnât manage to find me. I was still a toddler then and had already lost that memory. I also heard these things from grandma, but I still remember some of what happened after I was stolen.â
Song Ci suddenly asked, âThe person who stole you is your father?â
âMmm.â
My fatherâs name is Edward Clooney. He is an Italian. You might not know his name, but you must have heard of the major crimes he committed.â Han Zhan casually mentioned several major events. Song Ci was shocked to learn that those were all crimes she had seen on the news.
Song Ci could already imagine how vicious and cunning Edward was.
âAfter I was taken away by my father, I was forced to undergo the same miserable and inhumane education in their family. In order to make me immune to all poisons, my father injected me with all sorts of poisons from a young age, turning me into a poisonous human. When I was four years old, I had to complete the familyâs baptismal ritual. I still remember how that boy whom I harmed looked like...â
Song Ci realized that Han Zhan, who was calm and composed in the face of any major incident, was actually trembling in fear at this moment.
âWe have a total of four brothers and sisters. I have an elder brother above me, and a younger sister and a younger brother below me. Among the four of us, only the eldest is the most doted on by Father. The eldest always calls him by hisâ son â. To us, he just calls us by our names.â
The last time they came back from Brunei, Han Zhan had told Song Ci about his siblings on the plane. Hearing this, Song Ci made a bold guess. âCould your elder brother be the child of your fatherâs first love?â
Han Zhan suddenly opened his eyes and nodded at Song Ci. âYes.â
Song Ci couldnât bear to think about how the other three children would react every time they saw their father looking at their eldest son with love and satisfaction, but showing no concern for them. They must be very disappointed, right? How could they not be? They are all children, but why are they being bullied like animals while the eldest son received all their fatherâs love?
âWhen I found out that my little sister and brother and I were only the children of my fatherâs mistresses, while big brother was the child of my fatherâs first love, I hated big brotherâs mother very much. I strongly believe that the pain of us three brothers and sister were all caused by that woman.â
âIf not for that woman, Father wouldnât have found so many stand-in lovers! If not for that stand-in lover, we wouldnât even exist and wouldnât have to endure all those hardships! At that time, I was only five or six years old and hated living. I always dreamed of dying so that I could leave.â
Song Ci was terrified.
Her heart ached slightly for Han Zhan at that time.
Han Zhan lifted his right hand and stroked Song Ciâs cheek through the glove. His eyes gradually lost focus.
Han Zhanâs voice was intermittent. âYou really look like her.â
Song Ciâs heart quivered slightly. âLike who?â That ridiculous guess in her heart became clearer and clearer.
Han Zhan didnât answer Song Ciâs question. Instead, he said, âFatherâs room was filled with photos of that woman. There was her smiling face, her playing the piano, and her throwing a tantrum. I barged into Fatherâs room by mistake and saw all sorts of photos of women in the room. I felt especially scared then. It was as if I had entered a secret room and was being stared at by countless identical facesâsome happy, some sad, some crying, some laughing. I was so scared that my hair stood on end!â
âFather was very angry when he discovered that I had barged into his room. He gave me a good beating and that vicious beating left me lying on the bed for a week. Due to the deep pain, I had a very deep impression of that woman. It was only when I grew up that I found out her identity and her name.â
âWhat is it called?â Song Ci asked impatiently.
Han Zhan said, âJiang Shiyu.â
Song Ci heaved a sigh of relief. She thought that her motherâs name was Jiang Mengmeng and her previous guesses were all wrong.
Han Zhan saw Song Ciâs assured expression and frowned. âSong Ci, do you know? Half a year ago, you went to Zeus for an interview. The first time I saw you, I felt that you were very familiar.â
Song Ci still remembered what happened on the interview day. She asked Han Zhan, âWhy familiar? Could it be because I look like your mother?â
âNo.â Han Zhan shook his head and said, âOn the way home, I kept thinking where exactly did I see you. After returning home, I vaguely guessed your identity and went to look for my motherâs photo. Staring at my motherâs appearance, I finally understand why you give me a sense of familiarity. Itâs because you...â
Han Zhan covered his eyes with his arm and sighed. âYour face is the source of my pain.â
Song Ci felt as if she had been electrocuted and was losing consciousness.
She gradually regained her senses and asked Han Zhan with a trembling voice, âMy mother... My mother, Jiang Mengmeng, is your fatherâs first love. Am I right?â
Instead of answering Song Ci directly, Han Zhan sat up and stared at the dark grey ground. He suddenly said, âJiang Mengmeng, original name Jiang Shiyu, British Chinese. Her brotherâs name is Jiang Shifeng, current top pianist of the Angel Orchestra.â
Turning to stare at the stunned Song Ci, Han Zhan shattered all the hopes in Song Ciâs heart. âSong Ci, do you understand? Your mother, Jiang Mengmeng, is my fatherâs first love! Because of her, my mother, and Aaronâs mother have all become innocent scapegoats!â
Han Zhan clutched at his own hair in pain. He was like a wild beast that had fallen into a trap, unable to find an exit.
Han Zhan murmured in pain. âI know your mother didnât do anything wrong. My father should be the one being stabbed to death! But Song Ci, I hate your mother too much!â
âDo you still remember? In the hospital, when I treated you as a spy and grabbed your neck, I really wanted to kill you! But when you begged me to collaborate with you and let me marry you, an evil thought surfaced in my mind...â
That thought was too despicable. Han Zhan was extremely ashamed and actually didnât have the courage to continue.
Song Ciâs heart was also in a mess. Hearing this, she suddenly roared. âContinue! You dare to do it but donât dare to say it?â
Han Zhanâs spirits were agitated at Song Ciâs shout.
He looked at Song Ci uneasily and said in a small voice, âI was thinking that I could marry you and treat you better, like boiling a frog with warm water, so that you could completely drown in my gentle arms.â
âI will bring you to see my father when you are utterly in love with me. I want to show him that the woman he loves but cannot haveâshe has already married another man and had a child with him! I want to show him that his life is a joke!â
Song Ci looked calm.
Instead of being alarmed, she asked calmly, âThen have you never thought that when I find out the truth, I will also be sad and upset? Have you never thought that your father might kill me in a fit of anger? And that little brother of yours called Aaronâhe wants to kill me more than anyone!â
Song Ciâs three questions rendered Han Zhan speechless.
Song Ci thought of something else. She said, âThat night after we registered our marriage, we went to a restaurant in Deep Alley for a meal. On the streets, I cried bitterly because I was feeling aggrieved. When you hugged me to comfort me, you said that you married me for another reason...â
Song Ci clearly remembered Han Zhanâs original words. He said,
[Song Ci, how did you know that you schemed to get close to me and I didnât have any ulterior motives for keeping you?]
[Donât feel sorry for me. Please make good use of me.]
âActually, everything you said back then was true. However, you didnât want my looks and body. You wanted my face and my identity as Jiang Shiyuâs daughter! You wanted me to make good use of you not because you were magnanimous, but because you were also making use of me!â
Unexpectedly, Song Ci even remembered this clearly. Han Zhan felt shocked and uneasy.
âIâm asking you, is this true?â Song Ciâs face turned completely cold.
Han Zhan replied, â...Yes.â
Pa!
Song Ci gave Han Zhan a tight slap.
Han Zhanâs left cheek was burning. He had been slapped so hard by Song Ci that his head turned sideways.
Song Ci, who doted on him so much, actually slapped him...