Seeing that Jiang Shifeng finally noticed the way she addressed him, Song Ci smiled lightly and called out softly, "Uncle."

Jiang Shifeng's eyes turned red again.

Gazing at Jiang Shifeng's mixed look of sadness and joy, Song Ci said, "You are my mother's closest brother. Shouldn't I call you uncle?"

Jiang Rufeng nodded quickly, "Of course I should! I just..." Jiang Rufeng pressed his hand against the bridge of his nose between his eyebrows, his voice choking again, "Son, I never dared to imagine that I could be your uncle in this life."

Jiang Rufeng cried with joy again.

The older people get, the softer their hearts become and the more easily they are moved.

Song Ci stared at the old man with tears in his eyes. She felt a little uncomfortable for a moment and her eyes turned red.

Song Ci had put on light makeup today. She was afraid that her tears would smudge her makeup, so she quickly took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped her tears away. Then she said to Jiang Rufeng, "Uncle, please stop crying. My makeup is all smudged. How am I going to get home later?"

Jiang Rufeng burst into laughter.

He stared at Song Ci's cheek, as if he saw his sister from back then. He smiled and said, "You're prettier than your mother. Even if your makeup is smudged from crying, you still look good."

Song porcelain smiles.

"By the way, can I go to China to visit you guys in the future? I haven't met your sister or visited your parents yet."

"sure."

Jiang Rufeng felt relieved when he got Song Ci's affirmation. "That's good."

As he was speaking, Song Ci's phone rang again.

She opened her bag, took out her cell phone, glanced at the caller's name, and then said to Jiang Rufeng, "Uncle, I'll take the call first."

"good."

When Song Ci answered the phone, she heard Han Zhan say, "I'm outside Coleman's house."

Song Ci stood up and walked to the fence. Looking down, she saw Han Zhan standing on the busy cobblestone road. He was wearing a dark blue shirt today and standing in the middle of the road with a mobile phone in his hand. He was more dazzling than the passing tourists.

Song Ci looked at it a few more times before saying, "Brother Han, look up."

Han Zhan looked up in surprise and saw Song Ci standing on the rooftop, waving at him. He said, "I'll be right there."

Han Zhan hung up the phone, rang the doorbell, and entered Coleman's house.

Song Ci put away her phone and turned around to see Jiang Rufeng looking at her with a smile on his face. Jiang Rufeng asked with a smile, "Your husband?"

"Um."

Jiang Rufeng had learned of Song Ci's existence from Coleman yesterday and had flown to France to meet her. He hadn't had time to research her, only knowing that she had a twin sister.

When he met Song Ci today and saw her big belly, Jiang Shifeng realized that Song Ci was already married.

Jiang Rufeng was also curious about his niece's husband and wanted to meet him. He lowered his head to adjust his clothes, and a moment later, he heard Song Ci say, "He's here."

Jiang Rufeng quickly stood up and turned around curiously.

Turning around, Jiang Shifeng saw a very tall man standing behind him. He was about 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and his black pants wrapped around a pair of powerful long legs. The man had deep eye sockets, and his eyes were a dark gray-blue, with a radiating pupil that was particularly beautiful.

The man was handsome and dignified, and in terms of appearance, he was a perfect match for his beautiful and outstanding niece.

"Uncle, this is my husband, Han Zhan."

After hearing Song Ci's introduction, Han Zhan quickly walked up to Jiang Rufeng, nodded slightly, and said respectfully, "Hello, uncle, I am Han Zhan."

Jiang Rufeng said, "Raise your head, let me take a good look."

Han Zhan looked up obediently.

Jiang Rufeng, who was 1.75 meters tall, had to look up to look directly into Han Zhan's eyes. Jiang Rufeng looked up silently, and after a moment, he said, "Sit down. Looking up at people is tiring."

"Uncle is joking."

Han Zhan pulled out a chair and waited for Song Ci to sit down first before he sat down on the chair to Song Ci's right.

Jiang Rufeng looked at Han Zhan carefully from a close distance.

Han Zhan's attire was simple and understated. His minimalist dark blue shirt looked ordinary, yet it held a hidden secret. The fabric was top-grade acetate, draping beautifully and soft against the skin. Each dark gold button on the shirt was marked with the letter H, clearly a custom-made item.

This is called low-key luxury.

Jiang Rufeng looked at Han Zhan calmly and asked with a hint of curiosity, "How old is Mr. Han this year? What does he do?"

Han Zhan: "I'm 35 years old this year. I used to be a soldier, but later I retired and went into business. Now I'm quite successful."

Jiang Rufeng understood that "some achievements" was just a self-deprecating statement. Anyone who said they had "some achievements" were often bigwigs from various fields.

"Thirty-five?" He seemed to have just realized something and asked about Han Zhan's age: "Mr. Han is ten years older than Song Ci?"

Han Zhan's smile gradually stiffened.

Seeing Han Zhan's extremely uncomfortable expression, Song Ci quickly suppressed her laughter and told Jiang Rufeng: "Uncle, please don't ask any more questions. If you ask again, our Mr. Han will be sad."

Jiang Rufeng also felt that he was making a fuss out of nothing. He looked at Han Zhan and comforted him, "Don't mind the age difference. You are only ten years apart. When your mother was dating Coleman, the age difference was much longer than ten."

Song Ci nodded quickly, "That's right."

Han Zhan was relieved to see that Jiang Rufeng skipped the topic of age.

"How long have you been married?" Jiang Shifeng asked again.

Han Zhan replied, "Three years."

Jiang Rufeng was surprised. He tilted his head to look at Song Ci and said, "You got married at the age of 22?"

Song Ci blushed and whispered, "I got married early."

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