Seeing his frustrated expression, Song Ci must have hit a wall with Song Fei. She asked Han Zhan, "It's really boring to be alone with Song Fei, isn't it?"

Han Zhan curled his lips and lied against his will, "Sister Fei is easy to get along with. I just want to stay with you."

"Don't say anything against your will. Don't I know what kind of person she is?"

Han Zhan didn't continue the topic. He asked Song Ci, "Does your stomach hurt?"

Song Ci's period had arrived, and her lower abdomen felt a little uncomfortable, but not painful. She shook her head and said, "No pain."

"That's good. I'll serve the tea." Bringing the tea to the living room, Han Zhan handed Song Fei a cup of tea with a respectful attitude.

Song Fei had no intention of reaching out to take the tea. Her cold eyes kept staring at Han Zhan's eyes, and suddenly she mentioned: "When she was eight years old, Song Ci was bullied by a boy in her class for the first time. How did I help her get revenge?"

Han Zhan stared at Song Fei quietly, knowing that Song Fei was trying to intimidate him, which was also within Han Zhan's expectations. As if his curiosity was piqued by this sentence, Han Zhan lowered his head and asked, "How did you get back at Song Ci?"

Song Fei had a blank expression on her face, but the words she said were somewhat horrifying, "I hid a snake in his schoolbag, and he was bitten and almost had his limbs amputated..."

Under Song Fei's icy gaze, Han Zhan praised her calmly, "Sister Fei did a great job. Those who bully Song Ci deserve retribution." Han Zhan felt that this was not enough, and added, "It would not be too much to ask for punishment from heaven."

Song Fei snorted coldly, "Han Zhan, I don't care what your identity or status is. If you marry Song Ci, you must respect and love her for the rest of your life. If you dare to bully her..." Song Fei took the tea, but did not drink it. Instead, she poured the tea into the succulent pot on the coffee table.

She put down the teacup heavily and said, "What was poured on you was not boiling water, but sulfuric acid."

Han Zhan remained calm despite being intimidated by Song Fei's actions. A faint smile played on his face. He tilted his head to look at Song Ci behind him, and Han Zhan said with a look of relief, "We, Song Ci, are lucky to have a sister who loves us so much."

Hearing this, Song Fei couldn't help but look at Han Zhan with a higher opinion.

Good concentration.

Song Ci, who had been standing silently behind Han Zhan and listening to their conversation, quietly looked up at Han Zhan, then looked at Song Fei, who was leaning against the sofa as if she had no bones. She suddenly turned around and ran into the bathroom.

Han Zhan heard the noise and looked back. Seeing that the bathroom door was closed, there was some helplessness in Han Zhan's eyes.

Song Fei curled her lips and said dubiously: "I've made it!"

Song Ci went into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

It feels so good to have family members supporting you.

When Song Ci came out, her eyes were slightly red, but Han Zhan was considerate enough not to ask her why, to avoid embarrassing her. He just pushed the cup of passion fruit tea in front of Song Ci and said to her, "The tea is getting cold."

Song Ci nodded, picked up the teacup and took a sip of the sour and sweet fruit tea.

At this time, Yan Jiang came downstairs after spreading the bed sheets. He walked over to Song Fei and sat down. Seeing the succulent potted plant scalded by boiling water, Yan Jiang felt a little sad. This was his favorite pot of succulents!

Song Fei noticed his heartbroken look and looked down on him. "Are you heartbroken?"

Yan Jiang asked her, "Did you splash it?"

Song Fei: "My hands were shaking, I was careless."

Then you are shaking just right.

Song Fei was exhausted and wanted to rest. She stood up slowly, glanced at Song Ci who was drinking fruit tea beside Han Zhan, and without asking anyone's opinion, she said firmly: "Song Ci will sleep with me tonight."

Song Ci didn't think there was anything wrong with Song Fei's arrangement. She put down her teacup and stood up immediately. "Song Fei, it's tiring to go upstairs. Let me help you." Song Ci supported Song Fei, and the two of them slowly went upstairs, leaving Yan Jiang and Han Zhan, two grown men, staring at each other in the living room.

Yan Jiang glanced at Han Zhan silently and said to him, "My house only has one guest room..."

Between the two of them, one of them must sleep on the floor.

Han Zhan also had a complicated expression. He looked up and looked around Yan Jiang's house, and couldn't help but complain: "Such a spacious house, but you only have two rooms. You are really extravagant."

Yan Jiang: "I never thought that one day I would need to compete with an adult male for a guest room in my own home." The implication was that Han Zhan was the uninvited guest.

Han Zhan was no pushover either. "You are the spokesperson for Zeus Aviation, but I am the boss of Zeus Aviation..." He hinted at something very clear—

I am your financial sponsor, the bed should belong to me.

But Yan Jiang is not a pushover either. He said, "Song Ci listens to Song Fei, and Song Fei will be mine sooner or later." He is a man who can whisper in Song Fei's ear!

Han Zhan admits defeat!

Neither of them wanted to sleep on the floor. Yan Jiang and Han Zhan stared at each other for a moment, and after a while, Han Zhan gave in. He spoke first, saying, "I sleep very quietly and don't kick anyone."

Yan Jiang also said: "I don't snore either."

"OK!"

The two went upstairs together, and after a simple wash, Han Zhan and Yan Jiang slept on their respective 1.8-meter beds.

Two men with long legs and feet sleeping in the same bed seemed a bit crowded. Han Zhan shifted his head on the pillow. He didn't hear any movement in the master bedroom next door. He was a little helpless, "Your house is very soundproof." Even if he wanted to eavesdrop, he couldn't.

Yan Jiang was also awake, playing on his phone. He naturally understood what Han Zhan was referring to. He said, "They haven't talked together for many years. They will definitely have a lot to talk about tonight."

Han Zhan hummed, wanting to know what they talked about and whether they talked about him...

The happiest people who were happy about Song Fei waking up were Song Ci and Yan Jiang, the pervert. "Song Fei is awake, you finally got what you wanted."

Yan Jiang gave a bitter smile, "No..." Thinking of the words Song Fei said when she rejected him, Yan Jiang couldn't even smile bitterly. "I confessed to her, but she rejected me, saying that she only felt about me as a brother... There is still a long way to go, I have to pursue her slowly."

Han Zhan sympathized with Yan Jiang's situation and said, "You still have a long way to go."

Yan Jiang just wanted to cry.

It was ten o'clock, time for Han Zhan to go to bed. Han Zhan turned his phone to silent mode and said, "I'm going to sleep."

Yan Jiang: "Good night."

Han Zhan turned off the lights.

The room suddenly went dark, and Yan Jiang's pupils shrank slightly. He endured it again and again, but he couldn't overcome the fear in his heart. He whispered to Han Zhan: "Mr. Han."

Han Zhan didn't open his eyes and uttered a puzzled "Hmm?"

Yan Jiang: "Can you please turn on the light?"

Han Zhan asked: "Sleeping with the lights on is bad for your eyes." The health gurus pay great attention to protecting their bodies, and bad habits like leaving a light on when sleeping at night are absolutely unacceptable.

Yan Jiang was embarrassed and said, "I'm afraid of the dark."

Han Zhan: "..."

It's true that the pot fits the lid. A coward like Yan Jiang needs a ruthless person like Song Fei to deal with him.