"When I found out that my sister, brother, and I were the children of my father's mistress, and that my eldest brother was the child of his first love, I hated his mother so much. I radically believed that the pain we three siblings suffered was caused by that woman."
"If it weren't for that woman, my father wouldn't have found so many substitute lovers! If there weren't substitute lovers, we wouldn't exist at all, and we wouldn't have to suffer so much! At that time, I was only five or six years old, and I hated life so much that I always fantasized about death taking me away."
Song Ci was terrified when he heard this.
She felt a little sorry for Han Zhan at that time.
Han Zhan raised his right hand and stroked Song Ci's cheek through his leather gloves, his eyes gradually becoming lost.
Han Zhan's voice was sometimes far away and sometimes close. He said, "You really look like her."
Song Ci's heart trembled slightly. "Who does he look like?" The absurd guess in her mind became clearer and clearer.
Han Zhan didn't answer Song Ci's question. Instead, he said, "My father's room is full of pictures of that woman. Pictures of her smiling, playing the piano, and even throwing tantrums. I accidentally broke into my father's room and saw a room full of pictures of women. I was terrified. It was like I had walked into a secret room, staring at countless identical faces with eyes that were either happy or sad, crying or laughing. I was so scared that the hairs on my body stood on end!"
"When my father found out I had broken into his room, he was furious and gave me a beating that left me bedridden for a week. Because of the pain I felt, I had a particularly deep impression of that woman. It wasn't until I grew up that I found out who she was and learned her name."
"What's your name?" Song Ci asked impatiently.
Han Zhan said, "My name is Jiang Shiyu."
Song Ci breathed a sigh of relief and thought, her mother's name was Jiang Mengmeng, and her previous guesses must have been wrong.
Han Zhan noticed Song Ci's relieved expression, but frowned. "Song Ci, do you know? Half a year ago, when you went to Zeus for an interview, I felt you looked very familiar the first time I saw you."
Song Ci still remembered what happened on the day of the interview. She asked Han Zhan, "Why do you feel familiar? Is it because I look like your mother?"
"No." Han Zhan shook his head and said, "On the way home, I kept wondering where I had seen you before. When I got home, I vaguely guessed your identity and went to find a photo of my mother. Staring at my mother's appearance, I finally understood why you gave me a sense of familiarity. Because you..."
Han Zhan covered his eyes with his arms, sighed, and murmured, "Your face is the source of my pain."
Song Ci felt like she was electrocuted and her consciousness was scattered.
She gradually regained her sanity and asked Han Zhan for confirmation in a trembling voice: "My mother, my mother Jiang Mengmeng is your father's first love. Am I right?"
Without answering Song Ci directly, Han Zhan sat up. He stared at the dark gray ground and suddenly said, "Jiang Mengmeng, whose real name is Jiang Shiyu, is a British-Chinese. His brother, Jiang Shifeng, is the current principal pianist of the 'Angel' band."
Turning his head and staring at the dazed Song Ci, Han Zhan shattered all hope in Song Ci's heart. "Song Ci, do you understand? Your mother, Jiang Mengmeng, was my father's first love, but he couldn't have her! Because of her, my mother, and Arang's mother, all became innocent scapegoats!"
Han Zhan grabbed his hair in pain. He was like a beast that fell into a hunter's trap and couldn't find the exit.
Han Zhan murmured painfully, "I know your mother did nothing wrong. It's my father who really deserves to be hacked to pieces! But Song Ci, I hate your mother so much!"
"Remember, in the hospital, I mistook you for a spy. When I pinched your neck, I really wanted to kill you! But when you begged me to cooperate with you and let me marry you, an evil thought came to my mind..."
The thought was so despicable that Han Zhan was so ashamed that he didn't even have the courage to continue.
Song Ci was also a little confused. Hearing this, she suddenly growled, "Go on! You dare to think and do it, but you don't dare to say it?"
Han Zhan was cheered up by Song Ci's roar.
He looked at Song Ci uneasily and whispered, "I was thinking at the time that I could marry you and then treat you twice as well, like boiling a frog in warm water, letting you completely drown in my gentle embrace."
"When you love me too much, I'll take you to see my father. I want him to see that the woman he loved but couldn't get has already married another man and had children! He'll understand that his life is a joke!"
Song Ci looked calm.
She wasn't angry or alarmed, but instead asked calmly, "Then have you ever considered that when I know the truth, I'll be sad and upset too? Have you ever considered that your father might kill me in a rage? And your brother named Valan, he wants to kill me more than anyone else!"
The three questions about Song Dynasty porcelain left Han Zhan speechless.
Song Ci recalled another incident. She said, "The night we went to a restaurant in the alley after getting our marriage certificate, I cried bitterly on the street because I felt wronged. When you hugged me and comforted me, you said you had other motives for marrying me..."
Song Ci clearly remembered Han Zhan's original words at that time. He said:
[Song Ci, how do you know that you approached me deliberately? If I kept you, wouldn't I have other motives?]
【Don’t feel sorry for me, please make good use of me. 】
"Actually, everything you said back then was true. It's just that you weren't after my beauty or body. You were after my face and my identity as Jiang Shiyu's daughter! You let me take advantage of you, not because you were generous, but because you were using me too!"
Han Zhan was surprised and uneasy that Song Ci remembered this incident so clearly.
"I'm asking you, is it true?" Song Ci's face turned completely cold.
Han Zhan: "...Yes."
Bang!
Song Ci slapped Han Zhan hard.
Han Zhan's left cheek was burning. Song Ci slapped him so hard that his head was tilted.
Song Ci, who loved him so much, actually slapped him...
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