Chapter 87: Please be a Beast
Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Han Zhan was too tall. Being nearly 1.9m tall, he felt very uncomfortable when he bent over to change clothes.
The car was very cramped and Han Zhanâs hands and feet would always touch Song Ci when he was moving. The two of them had been separated for a week and seeing each other again felt like a newlywedsâ honeymoon. When Han Zhanâs elbow touched Song Ci, both of them were silent.
After changing clothes, Han Zhan tilted his head and saw Song Ciâs gaze drifting down. He didnât know what she was looking at...
âCan you not look at me like that?â Being stared at by Song Ci in that manner made Han Zhan feel like a beast.
Song Ci also knew that she was intentionally provoking him. She rubbed her nose, and turned to look out of the window, counting the raindrops on the glass.
After a long while, the car finally came to a stop. The drowsy Song Ci heard Han Zhan talking to the driver. She opened her eyes and looked out of the window, only to realize that the car had already stopped at the basement.
Song Ci alighted and walked up to Han Zhan.
Han Zhan thanked the driver and each hand pulled a luggage bag, as he entered the lift with Song Ci. After entering the lift, Song Ci was about to act coquettishly to Han Zhan, when someone entered.
It was a young boy who looked like he was in high school. He was wearing a yellow polo shirt and carrying a basketball. He must have recognized Song Ci, and couldnât resist glancing at her after entering the lift.
Song Ci was a very sensible person, and knew that the young man was looking at her. She suddenly hugged Han Zhanâs arm, coughed lightly, and said to the young man, âLittle Brother, donât miss me. Thereâs no use.â
That young manâs face turned red. Upon reaching the ninth floor, he hurriedly ducked out like a coward. Once he left, Han Zhan smiled. âYou even bully little kids.â
âHow is he little?â Song Ci argued. âHe is at most four to five years younger than me.â
Han Zhan said, âIf heâs four to five years younger than you, isnât he just a little kid?â
Song Ci suddenly laughed.
Han Zhan didnât understand what she was laughing at. âWhat are you laughing at?â
Song Ci stared at Han Zhanâs deep-set eyes and sneered. âI am 10 years younger than you, but am I not also a little kid? Let me interview you, Mr. Han. Donât you feel guilty doing adult things with little kids? Donât you feel like you are worse than a beast?â
With the two accusations of having a bad reputation and being worse than a beast, Han Zhan was suddenly stumped and lost his ability to argue.
Song Ci felt much better seeing Han Zhan awkward.
[fuzzy]When they got out of the lift, Song Ci took the initiative to help Han Zhan with the luggage. The two of them dragged their luggage home. Han Zhan opened the door, and was about to move his luggage into the entryway when Song Ci hugged him from behind.
Her long arms rested on Han Zhanâs bluish-grey shirt. The contrast was stark. Song Ci rubbed her head against his back non-stop. âBrother Han...â She only called him Brother Han, but her hint was clear.
Han Zhan very calmly pulled her hands away. He turned around, looked down at Song Ciâs overly exquisite face, and said sternly, âLittle kid, after hearing your condemnation, I just want to be a person now.â
Song Ci was momentarily dazed.
When Song Ci understood that Han Zhan was talking about what happened in the lift, she didnât know whether to laugh or cry.
This man is so petty.
âThen, I beg you to be a beast.â Song Ci was shameless and took the initiative to apologize. Han Zhan tried to hold it in but couldnât. He leaned his forehead against Song Ciâs and murmured softly to her, âBaby Ci, why are you so unafraid of death?â
She is truly young and unrestrained.
Song Ci was very arrogant. âHow will I know if I donât try?â
Han Zhan raised his brows.
Alright, letâs give it a try.
Outside the window, there was thunder and the sound of rain. The sky was dark and the room was dark and dangerous without the lights on. However, there was a frightening charm to it that could attract people to their deaths.
The lightning had left several horrifying scratches on the edges of the city outside the French window, like tangled roots. The frightening light landed on the French window. Song Ci instinctively turned to look at that light, but Han Zhan covered her eyes with his hand.
Rumble...
The thunder was deafening.
Amidst the deafening thunder, Song Ci heard Han Zhanâs satisfied grunt.
He had let her die and brought her back to life.
...
Song Ci laid limply on the bed, her head resting on the pure black pillow. As she had cried, the corners of her eyes were red. Han Zhan was on the phone at the side, his voice calm and cold, completely different from the beast who kept pestering her to call him big brother.
Song Ci glanced at the items in the dustbin and looked slightly puzzled. It was her ovulation period and the best time to get pregnant. Why did Han Zhan have to avoid pregnancy?
Is she too ugly to bear the Han Familyâs baby?n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Song Ciâs imagination ran wild as the person beside her finally hung up. Seeing that Song Ci was still awake, Han Zhan asked if she was not sleepy.
Song Ci shook her head.
âI want to ask you a question.â
âMmm?â Han Zhanâs bass voice was lazy and strangely enticing.
Song Ci turned over and looked at Han Zhanâs side profile leaning against the head of the bed.
No matter how I look at him, he is perfect.
âWhy is your surname Han?â
Once this question was asked, Song Ci saw that all the warmth on Han Zhanâs face had completely disappeared. Instantly, Song Ci felt that the temperature in the house had dropped. She suddenly realized that Han Zhan was actually a very scary person. If he didnât intentionally conceal his aura, no one would dare to get close to him.
Song Ci carefully poked Han Zhanâs collarbone. âBrother Han, donât scare me. Youâre quite scary like this.â
Song Ciâs poke seemed to have cleared Han Zhanâs acupoints, and he finally regained his composure. He shook his head slightly. He didnât wish to explain this but also didnât wish to lie to Song Ci. âI donât really want to tell you. Iâll tell you in the future.â
Song Ci quickly agreed.
Since she had made Han Zhan unhappy just now, Song Ci didnât dare to say another word. She was still scared and couldnât fall asleep.
She was shocked by Han Zhanâs behavior just now.
Realizing Song Ciâs uneasiness, Han Zhan suddenly hugged her. âDonât think too much, sleep.â
Song Ci closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.
As she pretended to be asleep, she really fell into a deep sleep, and even the thunder could not wake her up.
...
When she woke up, it was already dark. Song Ci opened her eyes and turned on the lights. She put on her sleeping robe and went downstairs. She saw that the lights were on in the meeting room on the second floor, and she could hear the voices of strangers. Occasionally, Han Zhan would also say something in agreement.
Song Ci decided to make dinner first.
She opened the fridge and felt slightly awkward. When Han Zhan was not at home, the fridge was emptied by her. Song Ci found a sweet potato, some noodles, and three eggs.
After Han Zhan finished his video conference and came downstairs, he saw dinner on the table and instantly frowned with a gloomy expression.
Two roasted sweet potatoes, a bowl of egg noodles and two fried eggs. This was dinner...
Song Ci acted like she was presenting a treasure. She pushed the bowl of egg noodles and a purple potato in front of Han Zhan, and said to him with a smile, âBrother Han, you can have all the good stuff.â She only kept two eggs for herself.
Han Zhan walked over quietly and sat down. He glanced at the items on the table and said, âGive them all to me. This is not enough.â