Chapter 155: Han Dazhan, the Tough Duck

Isn’t Han Zheng also a grandson?

The butler could not answer this question.

The two young masters of the Han family were only two years apart in age. When the elder master was born, the eldest was also two years old. At this age, one cannot tell the level of intelligence or future prospects.

The old man ignored all concerns and asked the legal team to draft a will and property distribution agreement in front of the old directors of the Han family in the same month that Mr. was born, specifically naming Mr. as the heir to the Han family.

The old man favors the second young master.

This was witnessed by the senior shareholders at the time.

No one knows the reason.

Just like how Ms. Bai and Han Tai have doted on the eldest young master over the years, there is no reason to be found.

Unfortunately, the old man was in poor health, and he passed away when he was only six years old. When the old man was alive, Ms. Bai would do some superficial things for his sake, such as celebrating little Han Zhan's birthday and making snow cake for the child. After the old man passed away, she never smiled at Han Zhan again.

As for Hankook.

Let’s not mention it.

His career was average, neither good nor bad. He had been pursuing Ms. Bai since his youth, quietly staying by her side for over a decade before finally marrying her. She was his perfect match, and since it was his first marriage, he naturally cherished her dearly. After marrying into the Han family, he treated her with the utmost respect, and no one, including himself, was allowed to speak loudly to her.

then.

Ms. Bai favored the eldest son, Han Zheng, and he, like his wife, doted on his eldest son. In fact, the two sons had different birthdays. It was Ms. Bai who changed Han Zheng's birthday to the same as Han Zhan's after the old man passed away.

She is angry with the old man.

After six years of oppression from the old man, she reluctantly took care of Han Zhan as a mother. When the old man passed away, she took out her anger on the child. Sometimes Han Tai was also implicated. In the past, Uncle Han heard them quarreling at the house more than once. Ms. Bai got angry at Han Tai, calling him despicable and shameless, saying, "I want them to have the same birthday, but only celebrate Ah Zheng's birthday, not Han Zhan's! You are not allowed to celebrate Han Zhan's birthday either! His birth is not worth celebrating, he should not be in this world!"

Uncle Han has no control over the grudges of the previous generation.

It is impossible to judge who is right and who is wrong.

Just a little.

The child is innocent.

Han Zhan came into this world passively, but the person who gave him life treated him harshly. This kind of cold violence lasted not for a year, but for more than 20 years and thousands of days and nights.

fortunately.

And time sound.

Han Zhan, who was a dispensable weed in Ms. Bai's eyes, became a treasure to Shi Yin.

The last time Uncle Han went to Nanshan Temple, he made a special trip to worship the Bodhisattva and fulfill his vow, thanking the gods for taking care of Han Zhan in the first half of his life, which was very little warm, and for bringing Shi Yin to him and lighting the way for the second half of his life.

Fortunately.

Shi Yin woke up from her sleep.

Thinking of this, Uncle Han pulled out a small red blessing amulet from his pocket and handed it to Shi Yin: "Madam, I had this blessed by the abbot of Nanshan Temple a few days ago. Please keep it, it will at least bring you peace."

Shi Yin frowned, "Didn't you give me a peace amulet?"

"Me?"

"Yes, it's under the pillow. I felt it after I woke up. A Zhan said that you went to Nanshan Temple twice to pray for it while I was unconscious."

Uncle Han understood immediately, realizing he was referring to the Han who, even after being dead for a hundred years, was still found to have a stubborn mouth. On ordinary days, when he wasn't serious, he would say sweet nothings. But when he actually did something, he stopped talking and didn't take credit for it.

Uncle Han smiled.

He lowered his head and gestured to his leg which had a hidden injury.

"Madam, my legs aren't very strong. I have to rest for half a year after climbing the steps of Nanshan Temple. I was very worried when you were asleep, but I was willing but unable to climb up again on foot. I asked the abbot to get this little amulet and have it delivered to me."

"That new amulet under your pillow might have been obtained by some stubborn duck who drove alone to Nanshan Mountain one dusky evening, climbed to the main hall late at night, and knelt before the Buddha statue until dawn to pray. I was wondering why my head felt so heavy, and it turns out that stubborn duck took credit for it."

Shi Yin: “…”

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When Han Zhan entered the room, Shi Yin was leaning on the sofa.

The LCD TV is on.

A comedy by Stephen Chow is playing.

She peeled an orange while watching. The dog lay beside her, also frightened by her deep sleep. Ever since she woke up, Ah Xiu has been clinging to her and wants to be by her side all the time.

Han Zhan walked over, and before he even put down the things in his hands, he sat next to her. He looked at her porcelain-white hands as if he had never seen an orange peeled before, and asked, "Wife, what are you doing?"

"Ash wants to eat sweet oranges."

"I want to eat too."

"good."

Han Zhan glanced at the wolfhound over there, rolled his eyes at it and let it experience the situation on its own. Then he leaned against Shi Yin again, resting his chin on her shoulder. His peripheral vision caught sight of the small blessing plaque on the coffee table. "Uncle Han was here?"

"Um."

"Did you chat?"

"Yes."

"What did you say? Tell me about it."

Shi Yin broke the sweet orange and fed a slice to Gou Zi, then turned around and fed a slice to Han Zhan. He was a little dissatisfied that he was behind Ah Xiu, and his sword-like eyebrows frowned, but it didn't last more than two seconds. The juicy and sweet orange slice entered his mouth, and Shi Yin's soft fingertips touched the corner of his lips, wiping away the white fluff that came from somewhere, and he was instantly happy again.

Good mood.

Your mind will become broader.

He tolerated this dog that was competing with him for favor.

"Uncle Han and I talked about a duck," said Shi Yin.

“Are there ducks in the ward?”

"have."

"Did you catch it?"

"The duck's beak was too hard, so I couldn't catch it."

Hearing this, Han Zhan's eyes paused for a moment. During their close eye contact, Shi Yin leaned in closer, deliberately staring at his lips, and said to him in a playful tone, "Uncle Han said that the person who walked up the steps of Nanshan Temple twice and knelt in the main hall all night to pray for the amulet wasn't him. It's so hard to guess, who could it be? Hmm? Han Zhan, who do you think that stubborn duck is?"