In reality, Song Ci was no weak little girl. She was the woman who had battled wits and courage with a domestic violence man for six years, the woman who dared to stab him in the stomach with a knife!
She loves him, so she is willing to be the little woman in his arms. If her heart is cold, it means that he cannot touch her hedgehog ball.
Han Zhan's eyelashes were trembling with fear.
Yan Jiang continued, "Don't think that just because she wants to have a baby with you, she really has to have you. Song Song can make money and is talented. Even if she's pregnant with your child, if your relationship really goes wrong, she'll still have the confidence to divorce you."
"She is not a parasite that depends on you. She can leave whenever she wants." Having said this, Yan Jiang stopped talking.
After listening to Yan Jiang's words, Han Zhan imagined some scenes in his mind and broke out in a cold sweat. He suddenly realized that concealing and not being honest was also a form of harm and distrust towards one's partner.
"I know what to do." Han Zhan tilted his head and punched Yan Jiang's shoulder. "Thank you."
Yan Jiang waved his hand, "We are all family."
"Yes, a family."
The two stood outside for a while before turning back inside. All four of them, with ulterior motives, pretended nothing had happened. After dinner, they loaded their belongings into the car and prepared to return to the city.
It was snowing, and Han Zhan was worried about ice on the provincial highway, so he installed chains on the wheels. On the way back to the city, the car drove slowly. Song Ci occasionally chatted with Han Zhan, and her tone was no different from usual.
Han Zhan suddenly realized that Song Ci was also good at disguise.
When I got home, it was already dark.
Han Zhan took the initiative to take charge of the cooking, not allowing Song Ci to enter the kitchen. He fiddled around in the kitchen for a while and made a home-cooked dinner. Song Ci ate the meal Han Zhan sat down to eat, and seemed in a good mood.
After dinner, Song Ci turned on the TV and found a TV series to watch.
She stared at the TV, but her mind was elsewhere.
It wasn't until the sofa beside her collapsed and the unique woody, cool perfume of Han Zhan's body penetrated Song Ci's nose that she tilted her head to look at Han Zhan. Seeing that his hair and cheeks were wet, Song Ci said, "Did you wash your hair?"
"Um."
Song Ci bent down and took out the hair dryer from the TV cabinet. Song Ci patted her legs and said to Han Zhan, "Brother Han, bend down."
Han Zhan bent down and let Song Ci blow dry his hair.
Song Ci's fingers shuttled through Han Zhan's hair, and Han Zhan's scalp tingled, feeling comfortable and relaxed. After blowing his hair, Han Zhan didn't sit up straight, but just lay sideways on the sofa with his head on Song Ci's legs.
Song Ci watched TV, stroking Han Zhan's nose and eyes with her fingers from time to time.
"Song porcelain." Han Zhan's voice sounded serious, without the usual warmth and tenderness.
Song Ci blinked and turned off the TV. She lowered her head, looked into Han Zhan's struggling and hesitant eyes, and asked him, "Do you have something to say to me?"
Han Zhan looked at her, his flickering eyes revealing his uneasiness. "Song Ci, I'll tell you my story, okay?"
Song Ci leaned back on the sofa, looking at the ceiling, her throat moving, "Okay."
Han Zhan closed his eyes and fell into memories. He slowly opened his mouth and told the story -
"My mother gave birth to me alone, unmarried. After giving birth, she left me with my grandmother while she returned to school to take exams, determined to become an excellent air force officer. When I was two years old, I unfortunately went missing. My mother and grandfather searched for me for years, but China back then was not what it is today, and the surveillance system was far less sophisticated than it is today."
"They looked for me for a long time but couldn't find me. I was a toddler at the time and I have no memory of that time. I only heard these things from my grandmother. But I still remember some of what happened after I was kidnapped."
Song Ci suddenly asked: "The person who stole you is your father?"
"Um."
"My father's name is Edward St. Clone. He is an Italian. His name may be unfamiliar to you, but you must have heard of several major criminal cases he committed." Han Zhan casually mentioned several major incidents. Song Ci was surprised to hear that those accidents were criminal cases she had seen in the reports.
Song Ci could already imagine how vicious and cruel Edward was.
"After my father took me away, I was forced to accept his family's inhumane education. In order to make me immune to all poisons, my father injected me with various poisons from a young age, turning me into a poisonous creature. When I was four years old, I had to complete the family's baptism ceremony. I still remember the boy I hurt, what he looked like..."
Song Ci discovered that Han Zhan, who was always calm and composed in the face of any major events, was trembling with fear at this moment.
"We have four siblings in total. I have an older brother, a younger sister, and a younger brother. Of the four of us, only the eldest is the most favored by our father. He always calls him 'son', but he calls us by our names."
On the plane back from Brunei, Han Zhan had told Song Ci some things about their siblings. Hearing this, Song Ci boldly speculated, "Could your eldest brother be the child of your father's first love?"
Han Zhan suddenly opened his eyes and nodded to Song Ci. "Yes."
Song Ci couldn't bear to think about the other three children's reactions every time they saw their father looking at their eldest with affection and satisfaction, while he showed them no concern. They must have felt lost, right? How could they not? They were all children, so why did they have to be exploited and bullied like animals, while their eldest was doted on by their father?
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