In name, Song Ci was still the adopted daughter of the Mu family. If she didn't act politely when they met in public, she would definitely be criticized. Mu Mian also saw Song Ci and walked towards her with his precious daughter.
Seeing the father and daughter, Song Ci called out respectfully but unfamiliarly, "Father, Qiu Tian'er." Han Zhan was getting some wine. After handing a glass of fruit wine to Song Ci, he followed Song Ci and called out to Mu Mian, "Father."
When Mu Mian heard the word "father", his eyebrows jumped and his expression control almost broke.
Song Ci's marriage has caused a lot of uproar in the city. Today is the first time that Song Ci has attended a formal event with her husband after marriage. I wonder how many pairs of eyes are staring at them all the time, looking forward to seeing the excitement.
Considering the opinions of outsiders and not wanting to become the focus of gossip, Mu Mian could only suppress his displeasure and gave a lukewarm "hmm" as a response to Han Zhan.
"Hello, brother-in-law." After greeting Han Zhan, Mu Qiu hugged Song Ci's arm and pulled her away from the group of men including Mu Mian.
When they arrived at a place with fewer people, Mu Qiu couldn't hide his excitement and said to Song Ci, "I heard from them that Du Xueyan will also come tonight." Mu Qiu didn't notice that Song Ci's expression suddenly became stiff after hearing this.
Song Ci subconsciously looked towards Han Zhan who was not far away.
Han Zhan pretended to listen attentively, his head slightly lowered, but his eyes were actually cold and indifferent. For a business tycoon like him, listening to Mu Mian and his group talk was like a college student listening to an elementary school student's math problem—boring and ridiculous.
Song Ci lowered his eyes and stared at the fruit wine in the glass, which was slightly green.
"I have something to do." After saying this, Song Ci left Mu Qiu and walked towards Han Zhan.
Seeing Song Ci coming over, Han Zhan left Mu Mian's social circle and walked towards Song Ci. "What's wrong?" Noticing that Song Ci seemed to have something to say, Han Zhan took her to the semicircular balcony outside the banquet hall.
The birthday dinner had just begun, and there was no one on the balcony. As the surroundings quieted down, Song Ci raised the fruit wine and asked Han Zhan, "Does this wine taste good?"
Han Zhan didn't understand why, but he answered honestly, "It looks good."
Song Ci asked again: "What color?"
Han Zhan showed a skeptical expression. After confirming that the Song porcelain was indeed Song porcelain and not a knock-off, Han Zhan said, "Green."
Song Ci touched his hair and said in a slightly cold voice, "I have a feeling that this green will soon run over my head and be as wide as the Hulunbuir grassland." He can run horses now.
If Han Zhan still doesn't understand Song Ci's hint, then he is stupid.
Song Ci was hinting that he was going to cuckold her.
Han Zhan moved closer to Song Ci, passed the glass of wine in her hand to his lips, and drank the fruit wine in one gulp. Song Ci raised an eyebrow and looked at him unhappily, "I've only just taken a sip."
Han Zhan chuckled and said, "Du Xueyan is coming." Han Zhan said in a certain tone.
Song Ci suddenly looked up and glared at him: "You know? Have you contacted each other privately?" Song Ci's tone was full of sourness.
Han Zhan suppressed his laughter and explained, "I guessed it from your reaction."
The Cheng family operates a wide range of businesses, including an electrical appliance company. Du Xueyan is the global spokesperson for their refrigerators. She happens to be in Wangdong City, so it's not surprising that she would come to attend Mrs. Cheng's birthday party.
Song Ci sneered, "It must be very happy for old lovers to meet each other."
Han Zhan became sharp-tongued this time. He retorted, "You're about to meet your ex-husband. How do you feel?"
Song Ci was suddenly speechless. She realized then that Du Xueyan was the one who had kicked Han Zhan's ex, and Cheng Ziang was the ex-husband she had stabbed. They were both equally guilty, so no one should blame the other.
"I'm not jealous, I just..." Song Ci suddenly couldn't say what it was. Han Zhan looked down at her, encouraging her to continue explaining with his eyes. Song Ci couldn't explain it, so she simply admitted: "Okay, I'm just a little jealous."
Han Zhan nodded with satisfaction and said, "I understand."
Song Ci: "What do you know..." Song Ci glanced at Han Zhan, hoping that he could promise her a few nice words, such as 'You are my wife, Du Xueyan is just an ex-girlfriend', 'You are the most important'.
But Han Zhan didn't say anything. Instead, he took her hand and returned to the banquet.
When they returned to the banquet hall, they found the two young masters of the Cheng family had appeared. Cheng Yanmo, dressed in a dark blue Tibetan suit, looked reserved and calm, and with glasses, he looked even more unfathomable.
Next to Cheng Yanmo, Cheng Ziang, dressed in white, was also handsome, but his eyes were sinister and serious, and he looked a little difficult to approach.
As the head of the wealthy young men in Wangdong City, Cheng Yanmo was the center of attention wherever he was. Staring at Cheng Yanmo, who was surrounded by a group of young men, Han Zhan lowered his head and said to Song Ci, "If your adoptive father really cared about you, he would have let you marry Cheng Yanmo, not that..."
Glancing at Cheng Ziang, who seemed handsome and suave, standing beside Cheng Yanmo, Han Zhan frowned slightly, thinking of the brutality beneath his handsome face. He uttered five words in disdain, "Trash."
Hearing this, Song Ci also stared at Cheng Yanmo and Cheng Ziang intently.
She had to admit that Han Zhan was right. Compared to Cheng Ziang, Cheng Yanmo was infinitely superior. Although she and Mu Qiu were both Mu Mian's children, there was a difference in their closeness. The best man should naturally be reserved for one's beloved daughter.
Song Ci took another bottle of wine from the bartender, drank it in one gulp, and felt even worse.
She was blind. Why did she listen to Mu Mian so much back then?
Cheng Ziang left his brother and looked up to see Song Ci in the distance. Dressed in a red dress, Song Ci looked like a mountain azalea, a vibrant crimson and a gorgeous figure. Even standing there, she looked like a painting.
It is far beyond the reach of other vulgar things.
Seeing Song Ci, Cheng Ziang couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes. But when he caught a glimpse of the tall man holding hands with Song Ci, the light in Cheng Ziang's eyes suddenly turned sinister. He walked towards Song Ci step by step, and when he came in front of her, he curled his lips slightly and said politely, "Miss Song, long time no see."
Song Ci held Han Zhan's hand, smiling sweetly, her smile was impeccable, "It's been a long time since we last met, Mr. Cheng, this is my husband, Han Zhan."
He looked at Han Zhan for a few times. Although Han Zhan was handsome, his eyes were full of deep affection. But when he thought about how a nobody, a disabled man, could marry Song Ci, who even disdained him, Cheng Ziang couldn't help but feel a little bit unwilling.
His eyes were gloomy, and he asked Han Zhan with a dagger hidden in his smile: "I wonder which Han family's son is Mr. Han?"
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