There were two other men in Hancheng who practiced ballroom dancing, but as for street dance, even if they knew a little, it was only superficial, and they didn't dare to perform, let alone have a dance battle with Han Binglan.
As expected, it ended with Han Cheng and the other two men awkwardly admitting defeat.
Han Binglan breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the person standing here today was her after time travel. If it were the original Le Yao, she would probably be in a real predicament.
At this moment, Han Ye's wife, the eldest grandson's wife of the Han family, became a topic of conversation in high society. Of course, she also gave a slap in the face to those other members of the Han family who wanted to embarrass Han Ye.
"Thank you." Han Ye led Han Binglan out of the manor.
"No need, we have an agreement, and I'm doing this for myself." Han Binglan smiled and then pulled her hand away. "Since everything's alright, let's go back. I'm tired."
Han Ye clenched his empty hand into a fist. An agreement, that thing, is useful when needed, and can become a piece of waste paper when not needed. It all depends on his will.
For the next period of time, Han Binglan seriously played the role of Mrs. Han, accompanying her on her trips back and forth between the British port city and Qingcheng.
Before she knew it, the year was drawing to a close. Han Binglan took some time to go to the travel agency to terminate her contract. Only then did she learn that during her absence, there had been many rumors circulating in the tourism industry about her, such as cheating on her husband, having an affair with a married woman, and even more outrageous rumors that she was a mistress to a man old enough to be her grandfather.
"Ayao, what have you been busy with lately?" Zhang Jingjing asked anxiously. "Let me tell you, this was definitely spread by Wu Ping. It's a pity I couldn't find any evidence, otherwise, I would have slapped her across the face."
"Hehe." Han Binglan laughed, "What evidence do you need to slap her?" With that, she pushed open the door to the tour guide's room, "Wu Ping."
Wu Ping was chatting with several other tour guides when she heard Han Binglan call her. Although she was reluctant, she still got up and walked over: "Sister Yao..." Everyone else called her Sister Le, but she deliberately called her Sister Yao because it sounded the same as the word "brothel sister".
Han Binglan raised her hand and slapped him twice across the face.
Wu Ping was stunned by the beating, and the others were also taken aback.
"Wu Ping, I've wanted to beat you up for a long time, but I held back. But I won't today, because you disgust me. Is it fun to spread those kinds of rumors?"
Wu Ping wanted to argue, but Han Binglan didn't give her a chance to speak.
"Two years ago, you came from out of town. Your uncle didn't even treat you well. I let you eat and stay at my house, helped you rent a place, introduced you to the industry, and even had you join a tour group to teach you step by step. And what did you do? You turned your back on me. I don't need your gratitude, but don't try to disgust me. Since you dared to do this, don't pretend to be innocent. I'm warning you, behave yourself from now on, or I'll beat you every time I see you. You don't believe me? Just try it..."
Wu Ping's face was swollen from the beating, and she looked extremely disheveled, but her eyes were filled with malice.
However, Han Binglan ignored her and instead placed some candies and snacks she had brought on the table: "I'm getting married, please have some wedding candy."
"Le Yao, you..." Luan Qing hadn't reacted when Wu Ping was hit, but now she was somewhat shocked.
"We got our marriage certificate in mid-October." Le Yao smiled. "Alright, I won't keep you any longer. Goodbye." Then she pulled Zhang Jingjing out of the travel agency.
"Le Yao, you're really married?" Zhang Jingjing still looked incredulous.
"Mm." Le Yao nodded and handed over a box. "This is a gift for you. Because his identity is rather special, I won't say anything about it."
Zhang Jingjing opened the brocade box and gasped. It contained a necklace from a very famous international brand, with prices starting at seven figures: "It's too expensive! Did you marry into a wealthy family?"
"Yes," Han Binglan nodded, "They are indeed a wealthy family."
"Oh my god!" Zhang Jingjing exclaimed, "Haha, girl, that's amazing..."
"Don't you think I'm... vain?"
"Bullshit vanity," Zhang Jingjing waved her hand. "Does being with Luan Qing and having to help him pay off his mortgage mean you're not vain? Come on, that's something incompetent men impose on women. In my opinion, as long as he treats you well, that's enough."
"Thank you." Han Binglan reached out and hugged Zhang Jingjing.
Just then, the car arrived, and Han Ye came to pick her up personally. Han Binglan said goodbye to Zhang Jingjing and left.
Zhang Jingjing stared at Han Ye's face, her mouth agape in surprise. Wasn't this the guy who staged an accident back then?
"Hey beautiful." Bei Mingtang waved to Zhang Jingjing from the passenger seat.
Zhang Jingjing's eyes widened as well.
Han Binglan smiled, waved, and the car drove away: "Call me if you need anything."
Then the car drove away.
"Does your hand hurt?" In the car, Han Ye held Han Binglan's hand.
"It's nothing." Han Binglan felt a little awkward, but the other person was holding her hand tightly, and she couldn't pull away, so she could only accept it. "Shall we go straight to the airport now?"
"Yes, I've already called my parents. They've moved into the new house, so you don't need to worry..."
Han Binglan was surprised for a moment, then laughed: "It seems that your words are more effective than mine."
"There's no way around it, mothers-in-law tend to find their sons-in-law more and more pleasing to the eye the more they look at them, that's just how it is," Han Ye said smugly.
The car stopped, and Bei Mingtang got out. He would stay here to handle some matters, but before leaving, he looked at Han Ye and said, "Ah Ye, since we got married, I feel like your health is getting better and better. It seems that getting a wife is really worth it." After saying that, he turned and ran away.
Han Binglan glanced at Han Ye; it seemed that this guy had indeed stopped having an attack.
"He's right, because you are my medicine."
Han Binglan couldn't help but secretly roll her eyes. This kind of cheesy pickup line was completely unsuitable for their cooperative relationship, so she could only pretend she didn't understand.
Han Ye curled the corners of his lips. No one knew he was telling the truth, because no one knew that he too had transmigrated. In his previous life—let's just call it his previous life—his name was Mei Yehan. When he learned he had a half-sister, he relentlessly pursued and framed her. Later, he died at the hands of Nangong Jue. At that time, he fell into the sea and thought he was doomed. When he opened his eyes again, he had become Han Ye, an eighteen-year-old Han Ye, who had been drowned in a swimming pool by his two cousins.
He was reborn, but he developed heart palpitations, which would flare up whenever he was near a woman. Later, a dream reminded him that it was because he was too evil in his previous life, constantly hurting an innocent girl, and now he had to suffer this pain.
For a full ten years, he lived a life worse than death.
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