Song Ci stopped staring at the movie. She poked Han Zhan's arm and asked him, "Did they send you a woman?" Song Ci grew up in the Mu family and knew all the dirty things in the business world.
Although she knew this was normal, Song Ci still felt quite resistant. She didn't mind Han Zhan's past, but she couldn't accept Han Zhan's affair with others after marriage.
Han Zhan looked at Song Ci seriously. Seeing his serious expression, Song Ci also calmed down. Han Zhan held Song Ci's hand and said, "You are my wife. I will never do anything to let my wife down."
"They did send a woman, but I didn't touch her, not even a finger or eye contact." Han Zhan was telling the truth. He knew Song Ci wouldn't believe him without evidence, but he had no choice but to give a dry explanation.
Song Ci looked at him deeply, but didn't delve into the matter any further.
She looked like she didn't care about it, but Han Zhan was unsure. He couldn't tell if Song Ci was truly calm or just pretending to be magnanimous and forgiving. Han Zhan suddenly said, "How about from now on, I'll wear a monitoring device when I go out. You can listen in at any time, and I'll never take it off."
Given Han Zhan's status, he can say such words, which shows that he really values Song porcelain.
A smile finally broke out on Song Ci's face. She suddenly said, "I'm not interested in eavesdropping on business secrets. If you really want me to feel at ease, how about this? I'll go to Taobao and order a chastity belt for you."
Han Zhan's expression finally changed. "So cruel?"
Song Ci just smiled but didn't embarrass him anymore. She continued watching the movie, and Han Zhan asked her again, "What are you having for dinner tonight?"
Songci: "Fruit salad."
Han Zhan leaned over and sniffed Song Ci's mouth. He said, "Did you eat cherry tomatoes?" Han Zhan was very sensitive to smells and could smell it even if Song Ci had brushed her teeth.
Song Ci nodded.
Han Zhan added, "I want to eat too."
Song Ci: "Then I'll ask the front desk to send some over." After saying that, she pretended to reach for the bedside landline phone. Han Zhan suddenly held her arm, pressed her down on the pillow, looked down at her and said, "It's ready, what do you want to trouble the front desk for?"
Song Ci: "Hmm?" Before she could figure out what Han Zhan meant, he kissed her on the mouth. The old rogue savored the taste of the cherry tomatoes carefully before letting go of Song Ci.
He stared at the rosy-cheeked Song porcelain and praised sincerely, "It tastes good."
Song Ci hugged his neck and breathed softly on his face, "There are better ones, do you want to try them?"
Han Zhan's thumb gently stroked Song Ci's eyes. He seemed to have a special fondness for her eyes, always looking for opportunities to touch them. "Is this an invitation?" Han Zhan's voice was hoarse, and the look in his eyes as he looked at her became more and more intense, and he couldn't hide his desire.
Song Ci pointed to the complete set of tools at the bedside and said, "The hotel is so considerate, we can't waste them, right?"
"Madam is right."
After a passionate end, the Song Dynasty porcelain was successfully shattered into a piece of broken porcelain.
She rested her head on Han Zhan's stomach, her soft body curled up slightly. Song Ci played with Han Zhan's right hand, carefully examining the scars on his severed fingers. Now that she was used to seeing them, Song Ci no longer thought they were ugly.
Han Zhan also saw it through, no longer hiding his hand, and let Song Ci play with it. Song Ci gradually became sleepy and fell asleep directly leaning on Han Zhan's body. Han Zhan adjusted her position and prepared to sleep as well.
Like Song Ci, Han Zhan habitually switched his phone to silent mode before bed. Just as he was about to unlock his phone, he noticed a new, unread WeChat message.
who?
Han Zhan opened WeChat and found that he had a new friend named S.
Who is this?
Did an old friend change his WeChat name?
S: [Song Ci is by your side? ]
Han Zhan's eyes flashed.
He asked the other party: [Who are you? ]
The other party's answer was concise, yet shocking: [Song Fei.]
Han Zhan was stunned.
Song Fei? She's awake!
Song Fei sent another message: [Get away from the little idiot, I have something to tell you.]
Han Zhan suppressed the turmoil in his heart. He glanced back at Song Ci, who was snoring softly in her sleep. He got out of bed with his phone in hand and walked out of the master bedroom. He walked through the tea room outside the master bedroom and came to the office on the other side. Han Zhan closed the door and sat down in a chair.
He stared at his phone in a daze for a while before typing a message to Song Fei -
[How do you prove that you are Song Fei? ]
Song Fei pursues speed and efficiency in her work. She was too lazy to explain and just called via video.
Han Zhan was suddenly about to meet his wife's family, and he was in a panic. After calming down, Han Zhan answered the video call. As soon as Song Fei's face appeared in the camera, Han Zhan knew that it was Song Fei.
They looked so much alike, but their temperaments were vastly different. They had the same facial features, but Song Ci's eyes were filled with stars, captivating and charming. Song Fei's, on the other hand, were filled with ice and snow, terrifying at first glance.
Without waiting for Han Zhan to speak, Song Fei said, "Just call me sister like that little idiot." Feeling that sister was too intimate, Song Fei said again, "Call me Sister Fei." Sister Fei was very impolite.
Thirty-two-year-old Han Zhan stared at twenty-two-year-old Song Fei, finding it difficult to speak. But Song Fei had spoken, and Han Zhan didn't dare disobey. He awkwardly called out, "Sister Fei."
Song Fei nodded coldly, "Yeah." She stared at Han Zhan carefully for a long while, and suddenly commented: "Although he is a bit old, he looks steady and reliable, and he is also handsome. He is barely a good match for that little idiot."
Barely...
Han Zhan didn't dare to talk back and could only listen obediently.
Song Fei had slept for so many years and finally woke up. If Song Ci knew the news, he would be very happy. Song Fei was the only family member in the true sense of the word. He could not offend Song Fei. If he offended Song Fei, he would definitely suffer the consequences.
Seeing that Han Zhan didn't talk much, Song Fei added another label to him as 'quiet but hard-working', and became more satisfied with him.
Han Zhan finally found an opportunity to ask Song Fei: "When did Sister Fei wake up? Does Song Ci know?"
Song Fei shook her head. "I just woke up yesterday morning and haven't told her yet." Song Fei suddenly fell silent. After a moment, she said, "I have a plan that requires your cooperation. I can't tell Song Ci about my awakening for now. I'll tell her when she returns to Wangdong."
Nodding, Han Zhan asked her again: "What do you need me to cooperate with you in?"
Song Fei gave Han Zhan a deep look, a look that had the power to see through a person's soul. Han Zhan sat still, his expression as calm as water, his composure reassuring.
Song Fei finally withdrew her gaze and began to tell her plan.
The young and beautiful girl, in the most indifferent and calm voice, narrated a meticulous and cruel revenge plan. Han Zhan listened in silence, and as Song Fei began to narrate, goose bumps appeared on his back.
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