For a homeless man, half a million is a fatal temptation. What's more, the object is a stunningly beautiful woman.
This is really the best of both worlds.
Han Zhan's eyes suddenly filled with a storm, dark and terrifying. His muscles tensed up, and the grip on Song Ci's fingers tightened.
Song Ci's arm ached from being pinched, but she didn't stop Han Zhan. Thanks to the pain, her mind remained clear and her mood calm. "That day, looking back, was truly terrifying," she said.
Han Zhan felt a surge of violence in his heart, and wanted to tear that guy named Cheng Ziang to pieces to vent his anger.
Song Ci's eyes wandered, as if she had returned to that night. She continued to speak in a voice that did not stop, "It was very painful, very desperate. No matter how I shouted, the people downstairs pretended not to hear me."
Han Zhan suddenly growled, "Enough!" Song Ci didn't stop, and blurted out another sentence: "Han Zhan, I have killed people."
Han Zhan took a deep breath.
Song Ci closed her eyes, her memory going back to that dark day. Her eyelashes couldn't help but tremble slightly, revealing her inner anxiety and pain.
Her voice was filled with fear. "The knife was hidden under my bed sheets. It was my first time killing someone. Inexperienced, I couldn't control my strength properly, and the dagger pierced that filthy man's neck. It went deep, and when the artery broke, blood flowed onto my face. It was the first time I knew human blood could be so red, so hot, and so... disgusting."
"That man died in dishevel. He never imagined that I would kill him before he could even taste the bitterness of fate." Song Ci sneered, opened his eyes, and looked cold and arrogant. "Don't you see what kind of person he is? Even if I, Song Ci, rolled into a quagmire, even if I was covered in mud, I am not someone you can touch!"
"Stop talking!" Han Zhan suddenly leaned over, pinched Song Ci's chin with his fingers, and blocked her lips tightly.
Song Ci closed her eyes, her body tensed with fear and anger, her muscles taut and taut, like a stone sculpture. Han Zhan's breath warmed her whole body as it passed through her mouth.
Song porcelain, like petals drifting in the wind, had found its home, no longer having to worry about strong winds or heavy rain. Her body gradually relaxed, collapsing in Han Zhan's arms, tears finally flowing down her eyes and sliding down her neck.
Finding that Song Ci had finally relaxed, Han Zhan finally let her go.
In the dim light, Han Zhan saw the fragile and helpless look on Song Ci's face. She stared at Han Zhan, squeezed his arm tightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Han Zhan, hug me."
Wiping away Song Ci's tears, Han Zhan held her in his arms.
Feeling pity for her, Han Zhan couldn't help but kiss her hair and comforted her with a heartache: "Song Ci, we can settle all the hatreds one by one, but you have to promise me that you won't be blinded by hatred."
Having suffered so much humiliation, Song Ci would definitely not let Cheng Ziang go. Han Zhan also supported Song Ci's revenge, but he would not allow Song Ci to lose herself on the road of revenge.
Song Ci was surprised when she heard this. She said, "I thought you would tell me that everything is over, that I am safe now, and that I should let go of the past and cherish the present."
Han Zhan was silent for a few seconds before he said, "No, what I want to tell you is that all the suffering, injuries, and humiliation you've endured should be repaid many times over. There's no reason for me to ask you to forgive just because you've been hurt."
He looked into Song Ci's tearful eyes and sighed, "If I advise you to let go of your hatred, who will persuade them to let you go?" Persuading people to let go of their butcher knives and hatred is what the Holy Mother God should do. Han Zhan didn't want to be Song Ci's God, he just wanted to be Song Ci's husband.
When she is cold, put more clothes on her.
When she is hungry, cook for her.
When she was humiliated, he avenged her.
Song Ci rested her head on Han Zhan's shoulder. After hearing his words, she finally felt relieved. After a moment, when she had calmed down, Song Ci pushed Han Zhan away. She lowered her head to adjust her skirt and said, "If you don't get off the car now, you'll be late."
"Then let's go."
The two men got out of the car one after another, arm in arm, and walked towards the gate of Cheng's house.
Song Ci and Han Zhan came hand in hand, and their stunning looks attracted the attention of the guests outside the door as soon as they appeared.
A lady from a prominent family who knew Song Ci came over to greet her, "Song Song, you're here too?" The person who came to speak was a daughter of a scholarly family named Zheng Suyue.
She was wearing an off-white embroidered dress and had long hair. She was not very pretty, but dignified and elegant.
Song Ci smiled at her and said, "Su Yue, long time no see."
Zheng Suyue naturally knew about Song Ci's marriage, but her good family upbringing allowed her to maintain an elegant and generous demeanor even when facing the unknown Han Zhan. Zheng Suyue smiled at Han Zhan and said to Song Ci: "I guess this is your husband, Mr. Han. I have seen his photo."
The fact that Song Ci married an unknown man had already spread to everyone in Wangdong City, so there was no need for Zheng Suyue to pretend not to know Han Zhan.
Song Ci nodded and said to Han Zhan, "Miss Zheng is my friend and high school classmate." Han Zhan nodded to Zheng Suyue, stretched out his gloved right hand, shook hands with Zheng Suyue, and quickly let go.
Noticing Han Zhan wearing a glove on his right hand, Zheng Suyue thought the rumors were true; Song Ci's husband was indeed a man with a handicap. Although she was puzzled as to why Song Ci would marry such a disabled man, Zheng Suyue was not one to meddle in other people's affairs, so she didn't ask.
"Let's go in together?" Zheng Suyue asked Song Ci.
"good."
Security personnel stood at the gate, carefully and respectfully checking the invitations of each guest. The three of them handed in their invitations, passed through security, and then entered the Cheng Family Manor together.
At the gate, green shade climbs the wall, and two majestic stone lions are carved to look lifelike and majestic.
The Cheng family's house is a bit old, and is full of traces of time everywhere. However, these traces not only do not make it look old, but instead give people a sense of the Cheng family's wealth and long history.
The Cheng family residence wasn't very large, with the main building taking up two-thirds of the area. Behind the main building were three townhouses. In her previous life, Song Ci and Cheng Ziang had lived in the villa on the left.
The main building is three stories high and is built in the shape of a cylinder with a castle top. It is the main place for gatherings and banquets.
Entering the banquet hall, Zheng Suyue met a friend and separated from Song Ci. As soon as she left, Song Ci turned to Han Zhan and said, "Zheng Suyue's grandfather is the president of Wangdong University."
Han Zhan said: "I have met his grandfather, he is a literary giant."
While whispering, Song Ci saw Mu Mian and Mu Qiu, but there was no sign of Du Tingting. Her morning sickness might have worsened, making her unsuitable to attend such a place.
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