Chapter 4 Who took the bait?

cheap?

Song Sinian was stunned for a long time, and couldn't get his thoughts out of the word Shi Yin.

He and Shiyin had met in the midsummer of their youth, when Shiyin was about ten. She had grown slowly, much shorter than her peers. When he saw her, she was being bullied by the other kids in the compound. She was a thin figure, huddled in a corner, head bowed, clasping her fingers, fighting back the tears.

He ran forward to protect her.

Song Sinian will never forget that scene. When she raised her head and looked at him with tearful eyes, she said thank you in a timid voice. Her obedient and innocent appearance made people feel pity for her.

After that he often looked for her.

Even though she was dull and silent all day, he was very patient and stayed by her side, talking to her tirelessly to cheer her up. Day by day, he opened the door to her heart and gained her trust.

She is a dwarf in words but a giant in actions.

Not good at speaking.

Love is shown in actions.

She was born afraid of cold, and her hands and feet were cold in winter. However, when he had a stomachache, she would go to the old porridge shop in the north of the city in the middle of winter when it was snowing heavily to buy his favorite sweet porridge.

She was busy with her studies and spent several months drawing fashion designs in order to win an award. She also squeezed out time to make a birthday present by hand and brought the gift box to his doorstep to give it to him.

She was also timid, but at the beginning of his internship at Song's, he was there when he was blocked and beaten in an alley because he couldn't control his emotions and offended a businessman. He rushed forward without regard for his own safety and blocked the attacker's knife for him. He was in the ICU for a full two weeks before waking up and almost died.

Shi Yin's love is quiet and intense.

Like a bonfire.

Being loved was like being by the side of a flame, the scorching heat enough for him to feel her deep affection. Shi Yin, who loved him so much, couldn't bring herself to say a harsh word to him, so how could she possibly call him cheap? And how could she not covet the position of Mrs. Song? Once upon a time, on their anniversary, they went to a mountaintop to watch the stars. They encountered a shooting star, and she made a wish: to become his wife, to be with him forever.

She must be mad tonight.

Just saying it in anger.

Anyone in this world can leave, but Shi Yin will never leave. This thought surfaced in Song Sinian's mind, and he felt a little more at ease. He glanced at the empty corridor; her figure had long since vanished. Then he glanced at the fireworks still setting off in the night sky. An inexplicable rage made him make a phone call and yell at the person on the other end, "I will never cooperate with the fireworks company tonight! What an ugly thing you are setting off! Stop it immediately!"

Hang up the phone.

Song Sinian's eyes flickered to the call log screen, his gaze unconsciously fixed on the note "Yinyin." The man raised his finger, then retracted it and extended it again, but failed to dial the number.

The person who was wrong was Shi Yin.

She has a bad attitude and sharp words, she is the one who should apologize!

Song Sinian decisively turned off his phone. He firmly believed that Shi Yin would come back to beg him. After all, she was an unlucky person. No family in the upper class would accept her, and no young man would be willing to marry her.

…

The main banquet hall is decorated with carved beams and painted buildings.

Wearing a crown, Shi Qinghe walked onto the stage surrounded by the crowd and sat under the spotlight. She looked like a favored daughter of heaven, the most dazzling one among the stars.

Cheers and laughter intertwined, filling every corner of the luxurious hall.

Shi Yin stood in the backlight where no one noticed.

Watching her parents put 5% of the company's original shares into Shi Qinghe's hands, making her the youngest capital shareholder in the Beijing circle.

Everyone applauded. Amidst the smiling faces, Shi Yin couldn't help but recall the time when she came back from HU as an exchange student two years ago. She held a stack of valuable awards and carefully asked her father if he could give her a chance to intern at Shi's.

When her father learned about her achievements in school, he smiled with joy and agreed immediately. However, during dinner, Shi Qinghe's legs hurt and she cried, saying she was useless. Her father was so distressed that he immediately gave her the position of deputy director of design.

Shi Yin spent countless efforts.

Many nights were spent.

He overcame all obstacles in the smokeless design competition, achieved success step by step, and obtained a company admission ticket in return, but it was no match for Shi Qinghe's tears.

It rained lightly at night.

Shi Yin held an umbrella and walked into the bitingly cold rain, until she reached the dim and quiet streetlights. Behind her was the bright and bustling birthday banquet hall, and ahead was the winding, foggy mountain road.

She stood there for a moment.

Soon, a beam of car headlights shone from afar. Shi Yin tilted her head and saw the dark-wood Cullinan roll over the gravel and water stains and stop beside her. The one-way window rolled down, and Han Zhan's enchanting face came into view the next second. His gentle, magnetic voice, tinged with laughter, also sounded, "Leaving?"

Shi Yin didn't say anything.

From Han Zhan's perspective, he could only see the side of her face through the umbrella's brim. She vaguely bit her lip and gripped the umbrella handle tightly. She seemed to be suppressing her sadness, like a stubborn, broken little white flower.

Han Zhan loved to bully people, especially those who were timid and crybaby. He opened the car door, leaned over and grabbed Shi Yin's slender arm, easily dragged her to the front of the car, and picked her up and carried her into the car.

The car door is closed.

Cullinan roared out of the clubhouse.

The other person's movements were so swift and seamless that Shi Yin, who had been sitting in the leather seat for several minutes, was still dazed. She looked down at herself, then glanced at her forearm, which had a few red marks from Han Zhan's grip.

Before she could say anything, a clean towel was placed on her legs. Shi Yin raised her eyes and saw Han Zhan's handsome face up close in the light and shadow that came in from the window. He pursed his lips and said, "Wipe off the rain on your body, don't catch a cold."

Shi Yin hesitated for a few seconds.

He lowered his eyes and did as he was told.

While she was wiping her dress, Han Zhan leaned against the other car door, staring at her leisurely. Perhaps because his gaze was too intense, Shi Yin stepped back a few inches, keeping a distance.

Han Zhan smiled.

Laugh at her for being weak and overestimating her own abilities.

"Banbi Jiangshan is in the suburbs, and it's even harder to get a taxi when it rains. Can I take you back to the Shi family villa?" Han Zhan said.

"I moved out."

"What's the address?"

“…” Shi Yin was silent.

Seeing her defensiveness and vigilance, Han Zhan changed his sitting posture to a more serious one and said in a gentle tone, "It was a rainy night at the beginning of winter. Your parents were celebrating your sister's birthday, and your fiancé set off fireworks for your sister. No one cared about you, and no one remembered you. It was me who sheltered you from the rain and cold and sent you home. I may have a bad reputation in the circle, but I was still good to you, right?"

Shi Yin pursed her lips, as if she had been coaxed into it by him: "Central Mansion 3."

Han Zhan was satisfied.

There was no girl in the world that Young Master Han couldn't coax, especially one like Shi Yin, who was inexperienced and timid. The more he looked at her, the more he liked her. He added, "Tomorrow is a good day, a good day for marriage."

Shi Yin knew what he was talking about.

No reply.

Han Zhan took her silence as cowardice and, for the first time, patiently seduced her: "If you insist on marrying Song Sinian, you two will become a pair of resentful couples. His heart and eyes are all about your sister, and you can only hide and cry secretly like tonight."

"I……"

"As a human being, you shouldn't fight for your dignity. It's foolish to hang yourself on a man who has changed his mind. A wise bird chooses the right tree to roost in. The right thing to do is to work hard to make yourself better."

He persuaded the innocent little white rabbit step by step, and finally nodded and chose his crooked tree: "Mr. Han, let's go register for marriage tomorrow!"