Chapter 462: The Secret of the Last Life
Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon
Song Ci slept the entire night and recovered well the next day. She found out about the fate of Tron and his daughter from Han Wangwang and was very satisfied!
âGive me my cell phone. I have to see the photo of this scum and his daughter being sent back to the country.â Although it was not good to hit someone when they were down, Song Ci liked to see Eliza suffer.
Han Wangwang said, âIâll send you the link.â
Song Ci opened the news link that Han Wangwang had shared and saw the photo of the father-daughter pair being sent back to the country. In the photo, Idris and Eliza were covering their faces with their hands and looking down. Even if one couldnât see their faces, one could tell that they looked dispirited like stray dogs.
Song Ci silently liked the report and comments before putting down her cell phone and asking Han Wangwang, âWhat is your little uncle doing?â Song Ci had been awake for quite a while and felt strange not seeing Han Zhan.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âThe child was born much earlier than expected. Little Uncle went out to buy things for the child. Auntie Fei thought that their child would be born in another two months, so she brought Yan Jiangâs uncle along to seek scriptures.â
Hearing this, Song Ci facepalmed. âWangwang, you are only a year younger than us. You keep calling me Auntie Fei and Yan Jiangâs little uncle. Why does it sound so strange to me?â
Han Wangwang stuck out her tongue and touched her nose. She smiled cutely and said, âI am young and there are older people calling the younger ones Uncle. I am not the most exaggerated.â
Song Ci shook her head and laughed.
âIâm hungry.â
Hearing that Song Ci was hungry, Han Wangwang hurriedly stood up and said, âThe doctor said that you should eat lightly these few days. You can nourish your body in a few days. Auntie Fei made egg soup for you before she left. Iâll bring it over for you.â
As Han Wangwang spoke, she ran downstairs and brought the warm egg soup upstairs. Song Ci was so hungry that she could swallow a cow. When she saw the egg soup, she ate it vigorously.
She ate something and felt warm in her stomach.
The crib had yet to be bought and the child was temporarily sleeping on the same bed as Song Ci. The little guyâs face was still wrinkled but not as red as last night. He finally looked like a human.
Han Wangwang sat by the bed and played with the little guy. She smiled from time to time and said, âLittle brother, call me elder sister. If you call me elder sister, I will give you candy.â
Song Ci couldnât help laughing. She teased Han Wangwang. âYou like children so much. Have a child with your Jiang Zhen.â
Han Wangwang blushed.
Embarrassed, she shifted her butt on the chair and said softly, âWe are still young. Thereâs no hurry.â
Knowing that she was shy, Song Ci changed the topic. âHowâs the wedding preparations?â
Han Wangwang said, âMy mother is preparing at home. Wangdong City also has a wedding company. Thereâs no need for me to watch them.â
âWhereâs the wedding photo? Have you taken it?â
âI did take the wedding photo, but the final product is not out yet.â Han Wangwang remembered that Song Ci and Han Zhan didnât take the wedding photo when they got married. She asked Song Ci, âLittle Aunt, why didnât you take the wedding photo when you and Little Uncle got married?â
Song Ci and Han Zhan cohabiting to register their marriage was like pushing a duck into a rack. How could she have the time to take wedding photos? Song Ci naturally couldnât tell Han Wangwang the truth. She said, âAt that time, I felt that wedding photos were meaningless. When I slim down, I can take more wedding photos.â
Feeling that the word wedding photo was inappropriate, Song Ci changed her words. âItâs a family photo.â
Han Wangwang comforted her. âYou can wear a wedding gown for your family photo.â
Han Wangwang didnât have much experience in weddings and had many things she didnât understand. She sat by the bed and learned from Song Ci. Song Ci had been married before and had also helped Aaron manage weddings. She had also been a bridesmaid for others in the past and knew all too well about weddings.
Han Wangwang had asked the right person.
The two of them chatted for a while before they heard a knock on the door.
Song Ci looked up at the door and saw Su Beibei leaning against it.
Su Beibei had put on some light makeup and looked very rosy. She was wearing a black A-line dress with a black lace collarbone. Her gothic style suited her very well.
Han Wangwang knew that Su Beibei and Song Ci had something to say. She excused herself by saying that she was going to call Jiang Zhen and left.
After Han Wangwang left, Su Beibei walked into the room and stood at the end of the bed, sizing up Song Ciâs complexion. Last night, Song Ci had suffered a huge blow after giving birth. She still looked very pale.
Su Beibei sat by Song Ciâs bed and held her hand. She asked tenderly, âSong Song, are you feeling okay?â
Song Ci answered, âI feel okay, just that the wound hurts a little.â Thinking that Su Beibei had also experienced a surgery more than a month ago, she asked Su Beibei, âHow is your wound recovering? Actually, you shouldnât have come. Itâs too tiring to go with them.â Song Ci was worried that Su Beibeiâs body couldnât take it.
Su Beibei said, âIâm not tired. I promised to attend your championship night and wonât go back on my word.â On the day Song Ci left for Belgium, Su Beibei was also discharged from the hospital. The auntie at home took good care of her for a month. She had recovered quite well.
Song Ci asked her again, âDid you meet Li Li after that?â
âWe have a child and there will always be a chance to meet. Moreover, I feel that he hasnât given up on me and refuses to let go. He always finds an opportunity to appear in front of me.â
Su Beibeiâs expression was slightly complicated at the mention of Li Li.
Song Ci looked at her meaningfully and couldnât help asking, âBeibei, do you still want to remarry him?â
When Su Beibei heard this question, she was silent for a moment before saying, âLi Li is like an itchy pimple on the soles of my feet. It scratches and itches. I finally made up my mind to cut off that itchy pimple. I would rather have a scar on the bottom of my feet slowly heal than let that itchy pimple grow back.â
She pinched Song Ciâs hand and hammered it on her lap. She sighed. âOne has to look forward.â
Song Ci frowned and asked her, âThen how long will it take for this scar to recover?â
âMaybe half a year, maybe a year. If a year doesnât work, just two years. As for scars, there will definitely be a day when they recover.â Su Beibei smiled at Song Ci in relief. She said, âWhile Neil is still young, I plan to bring Neil out for a holiday when I recover. We will settle down after Neil starts studying.â
âAlright.â Going out to relax was good for mental recovery. âThen what are you planning to do in the future? Continue writing novels and scripts?â
Su Beibei said, âI plan to set up a studio to raise a group of talented new screenwriters to chase after dreams together.â
The two best friends chatted for a while before they heard the sound of a car downstairs. Su Beibei said, âIt must be Mr. Han and the rest returning.â
Su Beibei got up and walked to the window. She looked down at the garage and saw Han Zhan alighting from the car and walking to the trunk to pick up something.
âYour Mr. Han is back.â Su Beibei turned around, looked at Song Ci, and said, âNeil is alone at home. Iâm worried. Iâll go back today and go to the airport later. Song Song, take good care of yourself.â
âIs it that urgent?â
âMmm, Li Li and I just got divorced. That child is sensitive. Iâm afraid heâll let his imagination run wild if I leave for too long.â
âAlright, Iâll get the driver to send you there.â
âOkay.â
Originally, Su Beibei was the only one who planned to leave, but when Han Wangwang heard that Su Beibei was returning to the country, she also decided to go with her. She had applied for leave from the office this time and time was tight, so she decided to go back with Su Beibei.
At lunch, Han Zhan brought the washed and dried baby clothes to the room and prepared to bathe the baby. Having raised two children, Han Zhan was considered experienced in doing these things.
He took off his windbreaker jacket, pushed the sleeves of his shirt to his elbow joint, took a towel, and went to the bathroom to water. Song Ciâs wound was hurting badly today and she couldnât get down. She tilted her head and looked at Han Zhan busy in the bathroom, feeling that Han Zhan was also handsome and charming just by putting water in.
Is an old man charming in everything he does?
Han Zhan put down the water and walked to the bed. âI carried him to take a shower.â
âOkay.â
Last night, Song Ci gave birth just like that. She didnât even have the time to prepare clothes for the child. After the child was born, he put on Han Zhanâs tight thermal shirt.
Han Zhan was already old and focused on maintaining his health. Once it was late autumn, he would forget to put on a thermal bra under his clothes. Otherwise, the child could only wrap a towel around himself.
Han Zhan took off the childâs clothes and pulled open the childâs diapers. He saw that there was a black fetal urinal inside. He frowned and said in disdain, âThis kid pooped.â
Song Ci teased him. âItâs already merciful of him not to pee on your face.â
As soon as she finished speaking, Han Zhan saw the little guyâs little thing jump. Then, a bent and warm urine sprayed onto Han Zhanâs face.
Han Zhan was speechless.
For a moment, Han Zhan felt hopeless.
Song Ci was stunned for a moment before she started to chuckle. She couldnât hold it in anymore and laughed wildly. âAiyo, Han Zhan, your son is too amazing. God sent him to treat you!â
âHahaha!â
Song Ci laughed so hard that her wound started to hurt. She gently touched the wound. âOuch, my wound hurts.â
Han Zhan covered Song Ciâs mouth. âDonât laugh.â
Song Ci wanted to stop, but when she saw the urine rolling down Han Zhanâs face, she couldnât help laughing.
Han Zhan carried the child to the bathroom and allowed Song Ci to tease him non-stop.
When Han Zhan turned around and she couldnât see his face, Song Ci stopped smiling.
Han Zhan placed the child on his lap and washed the little guyâs butt before placing him in the bathtub.
Han Zhan used his wide left hand to hold the childâs little head and shoulders. His thumb and ring finger pressed on the childâs ear to prevent the warm water from entering it.
He wiped his face with his wet right hand before picking up the towel with his only three fingers and carefully bathing the child.
The little guy was still obedient and didnât cry.
After taking a shower, Han Zhan still had to apply touch oil to the child for infant care, but he didnât know how to do this. He completed it under Song Ciâs guidance the entire time.
After the touch, Han Zhan put on the childâs diapers and clothes and gently placed him beside Song Ci.
The little guy was hungry. He narrowed his eyes and cried softly like a kitten. Han Zhan heard his cries and was filled with fatherly love. He reminded Song Ci, âThe child is hungry and needs milk. Baby Ci, quickly feed him.â
Song Ci felt a headache coming on. âIâm not a milk cow.â Although she said that, she still turned over and unbuttoned her shirt to feed the child.
Han Zhan sat on the stool beside him and folded the childâs clothes. As he worked, he said, âThe childâs name is Han Zheng. What do you think?â This was something they had thought of long ago.
Song Ci had no objections. âItâs quite good.â The three siblingsâ names were all two words and should be neat.
âGrandpa gave him the word Lingyu in hopes that this child would surpass him in the future.â Han Zhan chuckled and said, âBut thereâs no chance of surpassing my grandfather.â
Song Ci boasted. âPerhaps your son will become the president in the future.â
Han Zhan raised his brows and stared at the little guy. Hearing the little guyâs throat rumble as he drank milk, he sneered. âHim? Heâs just a weakling and still wants to be the president. I think heâs more like a rice bucket.â
Song Ci was speechless.
âWho says that about their own children?â
Han Zhan shut his mouth.
That urine successfully cut off Han Zhanâs love for the little cubs. He thought of the scene when Han Miao and Han Jun just gave birth and couldnât help sighing. âMiaomiao and Junjun werenât as good at eating as him back then. Look at him. He can do anything. Heâs first in food.â
Hearing Han Zhanâs words, Song Ci could already imagine the scene of father and son quarreling in the future.
The 8th of December was the awards ceremony. The day before the awards ceremony, the organizing committee released an announcement on the INS website, announcing that they would disqualify the player from Country Y, Eliza, and blacklist her forever. Eliza was 25 years old this year, which meant that she also could not participate in the competition four years later.
As Song Ci had yet to recover from her delivery, she couldnât attend the award ceremony personally.
So when the host announced that Song Ci was the champion, Shen Yubei, who was sitting in the audience, stood up.
Under everyoneâs surprised gazes, Shen Yubei walked onto the stage.
Shen Yubei had won this award when he was 19 years old. He found it rather interesting to stand on stage again to receive it for his good disciple.
Shen Yubei took the microphone and explained. âOur champion is unable to attend the event due to his health. He can only entrust me, her teacher, to receive the award.â
Hearing this explanation, everyone looked shocked.
Shen Yubei is Song Ciâs teacher?
Why didnât Song Ci reveal this information before?
The emcee also had doubts and couldnât help asking, âMr. Shen, are you Song Ciâs teacher? Why didnât you guys reveal this before?â
Shen Yubei smiled slightly. His answer was intriguing. âBecause Song Ci needs everyone to acknowledge her capabilities, not whose disciple she is.â
Hearing Shen Yubeiâs words, everyone couldnât help thinking of Irisa. No matter what competition she participated in, Eliza would always show off her fatherâs name. Comparing Eliza and Song Ci, the better one was obvious.
The host nodded and agreed with Shen Yubeiâs answer. âMr. Shen is right. Now that Song Ci has won the championship, isnât Mr. Shen very proud of her?â
Shen Yubei nodded. âOf course. She has always been my pride, be it in the past or now.â From the moment Song Ci decided to kneel in front of his house again three years ago, she had become Shen Yubeiâs greatest pride.
The guest presenting the award was the organizer, the queen of this country.
The Queen was also a violin enthusiast, but instruments were not something that you could play to the highest level just because you liked it. It also depended on talent.
The Queenâs musical talent was not as good as Shen Yubeiâs. As a result, she did not achieve any proud results in the music industry, but this did not stop her from admiring and sponsoring these music loversâ dreams.
When Shen Yubei was 19 years old and stood on stage to receive the award, it was also this queen who gave him the award. At that time, the queen was not even 30 years old. Now, the queenâs sideburns were slightly white and two to three wrinkles had grown at the corners of her eyes.
The queen in a blue dress was even more elegant than when she was young.
Seeing Shen Yubei, the Queen also felt emotional. She said, âDear Yubei, I am very honored to be able to give you another award. Who would have thought that after 30 years, we would actually meet on the same stage again? This is a miracle.â
Shen Yubei held the 250,000 Euros medal and smiled at the Queen. âDear Queen, it is now the world of young people. I am honored to be able to stand here and receive the award on behalf of the young generation.â
âYour disciple is very outstanding. Iâve seen every performance of hers. I have to say that she is a musician with more talent and potential than you. I believe that under the leadership of this group of young people, music will definitely grow and flow endlessly.â
âYes, Your Majesty.â
The Queen stood beside Shen Yubei and took photos with all the winners.
After the award ceremony ended, Shen Yubei immediately called Song Ci to inform her about winning the championship.
Song Ci was very excited. She shouted at Han Zhan, who was working. âHan Zhan, I am the champion!â
Han Zhan left his desk, walked to the bed, reached out his left hand, stroked Song Ciâs birdâs nest hair, smiled, and said, âCongratulations, world champion.â
âThank you!â Song Ci unlocked her cell phone and said to Han Zhan, âIâve won the championship now. Iâve decided to modify my Weibo verified information.â
Song Ciâs personal verification stated that she was the female lead of the movie âLe Chiâ and a fashion blogger. Her personal introduction wrote âZeus Internationalâs lady boss, Song Ciâ!
Now that Song Ci had become the world champion, she felt that her previous information was not up to standard. She naturally had to modify it.
Song Ci changed her profile toâ
Queen Elizabethâs international violin competition champion, Song Ci.
After changing, Song Ci smiled at Han Zhan. âHan Zhan, I am finally a violinist!â Becoming a violinist was Song Ciâs true dream. Now that her dream had been fulfilled, Song Ciâs smile was even more radiant and lovely than a flower.
Han Zhan looked at her little smile and his eyes softened. âMmm, youâre very capable.â
Song Ci reached out her hand to Han Zhan.
Han Zhan pretended to be puzzled. âWhat?â
Song Ci tilted her head and asked him, âHan Zhan, whereâs my gift?â
Han Zhan smiled and took out a cheque from his pocket. He handed it to Song Ci and said shamelessly, âYou donât lack anything. I donât know what to give you either. Then letâs be more vulgar and just give you a cheque.â
Song Ci looked down at the number on the cheque. One, ten million!
Song Ci sized up the signature style and seal on the cheque and asked thoughtfully, âHan Zhan, this signature is real, right? It canât be fake...â
Han Zhan couldnât help but abuse Song Ci. He picked up the pillow and hammered her head gently.
After punching, Han Zhan hugged his pillow and scolded her. âLittle heartless!â
This operation did not look like a successful 35-year-old but like an exasperated young man.
Song Ci confirmed that the cheque was real and felt as happy as if fireworks exploded in her heart. Song Ci folded the cheque into a heart shape and stuck it closest to her chest. She murmured. âThis is the first time I received such a big cheque. I have to feel it.â
âUseless!â
Song Ci fell asleep hugging the check. In the middle of the night, the child woke her up due to hunger. She got Han Zhan to turn on the wall lamp and sat up to feed the child in a daze.
She was really very sleepy. Worried that she would fall asleep and that the child would choke on milk, Song Ci woke Han Zhan up. âHan Zhan, look after the child. I am really sleepy.â
Song Ci closed her eyes and really fell asleep while breastfeeding the child.
After the child was full, Han Zhan gently carried the child back to the crib. It was not loud, but it woke Song Ci up.
Song Ci rubbed her eyes. âI really fell asleep?â
âMmm, youâre too tired.â
Song Ci was really tired. She said, âIâll sleep then.â Song Ci slept until dawn.
Han Zhan was not in the room and left a note saying that he had sent Song Fei and the rest to the airport.
They were all people with jobs and had to return to China.
Song Ci got up and went to the toilet. When she looked up after washing her hands, she saw the disheveled woman in the mirror and was instantly jolted awake!
I am Song Ci!
How can I be without an image!
Look at that chicken coop head and that haggard face. Have I been using this face to show others these few days?
Han Zhan even kissed me last night. How can he do it?
Song Ci was shocked. She hurriedly picked up the facial cleanser and washed her face before applying all sorts of expensive skincare products.
Song Ci asked the doctor to wash her hair again. Only after some fuss was Song Ci satisfied.
She returned to bed and laid down. She pressed her head against the pillow and rubbed it. Only then did she realize that there was something hard under the pillow.
What is it?
Song Ci removed the pillow curiously and saw a gift bag hidden under it.
Did Han Zhan prepare this for me?
Song Ci opened the gift bag and saw a piece of paper with bold handwriting.
A congratulatory gift to the championâZhan.
Song Ci opened the small gift box with anticipation. She thought that there would be antique jewelry inside, but to her surprise, there was a letter inside.
Song Ci couldnât tell if she should be disappointed or shocked.
What kind of gift is a letter?
Of course, if it was a love letter, she was still willing to accept it.
Song Ci opened the envelope with the mood of reading a love letter.
Opening the letter, Song Ci saw Han Zhanâs handwriting. His handwriting was very easy to recognize. It was written with a fountain pen. Every stroke was filled with Han Zhanâs personal style, as sharp as an ice blade.
It read:
Song Ci, I have a secret in my heart. I decided to tell you today.
In the Mo Family, I not only thought of my previous life 600 years ago, I also thought of something else.
You never told me that in your marriage with Cheng Ziang, you not only knew me, but we were also close friends. You also never told me that before you died, you asked the doctor to donate your cornea to me.
Song Ci, you must not know why I want to regain my sight so badly. I just want to see you.
When the surgery was successful and I finally saw the light again, I knew that you were already dead and your eyes had become my eyes. How painful was my heart?
I would rather be blind my entire life than let you die.
After you died, Yan Jiang and I worked together to destroy Chao Yang Company and Chuan Dong International. I made Mu Qiu die for you, made Cheng Yanmo go bankrupt, and made Cheng Ziang die without a burial place! But the only person I really want is you.
I still have a secret I havenât told you, but I want to tell you myself.
...
Song Ci was shocked after reading this letter.
Han Zhan actually recalled his previous life!
He actually kept it from me and never revealed it! Is this personâs mouth made of clamshell?
Near noon, Song Ci heard Han Zhan returning home.
She slowly walked to the window, opened it, leaned against the windowsill, and shouted at Han Zhan in the courtyard downstairs, âHan Zhan!â
Han Zhan was talking to the bodyguard when he heard Song Ciâs voice. He looked up at her.
Han Zhan still didnât know that Song Ci had already seen that letter. He waved at Song Ci and said, âAre you hungry? Iâll bring you food immediately.â
Song Ci stared at him with a complicated expression.
Seeing that Song Ci didnât answer, Han Zhan frowned and asked loudly, âWhatâs the matter?â
He pretended to enter the house and go upstairs, but he heard Song Ci say, âDo you have a secret that you havenât told me yet?â After her rebirth, from the moment she saw Han Zhan, Song Ci had been guessing what that secret was.
But at that time, Han Zhan didnât know anything about his previous life, so Song Ci didnât ask.
Now that the opportunity had come, how could Song Ci miss it?
When Han Zhan heard her words, it was obvious that he was shocked.
He understood that Song Ci had already seen that letter. He stood on the grass in the courtyard, placed a hand in his pocket, looked up, and gazed lovingly at Song Ci with his gray-blue eyes.
That gaze was very greedy and serious, like a blind person who had regained his light and seen his beloved woman for the first time.
âThat secret is...â Han Zhan hesitated for a moment and actually blushed. He said very softly,â Miss Song, Zeus Corporation still lacks a lady boss. Are you willing to be my lady boss? â
Song Ci didnât seem to hear him clearly. She purposely raised her voice and said, âWhat? The wind is too strong, I didnât hear you clearly!â
The wind is too fucking strong!
Han Zhan gave up all face. He placed his hands in front of his lips and acted like a trumpet. He shouted at the top of the stairs, âMiss Song, Zeus Corporation still lacks a lady boss. Are you willing to be my lady boss?â
This was the secret that Han Zhan had hidden from Song Ci in his previous life.
He wanted Song Ci to be his lady boss.
Song Ci heard it clearly this time.
She didnât eat candy, but her mouth was filled with the taste of honey. It was so sweet that even she couldnât stand it.
âAlright, Iâll be your lady boss.â
Hearing Song Ciâs reply, Han Zhan finally smiled. He looked at Song Ci carefully and said softly, âLady boss, you are so beautiful.â