Song Ci was depressed in his arms and didn't say anything.
That night, Song Ci allowed Han Zhan to go back to his room to sleep. Lying on the familiar bed filled with Song Ci's body fragrance, Han Zhan finally relaxed after being tense for several days.
Han Zhan fell asleep quickly beside Song Ci.
The next morning, after Han Zhan got up for morning exercise and was getting ready for work, his cell phone suddenly rang. It was a text message.
Subordinates never texted Han Zhan. They always called to report anything. Han Zhan opened his text box and saw it was from Song Ci. He looked up at the second floor in surprise. Song Ci was probably still asleep in her room; he didn't see her.
Han Zhan opened the mailbox and saw Song Ci said: "Whether I will forgive you or not depends on your performance."
Han Zhan's brows curved instantly.
He came to the door of the master bedroom and knocked. Song Ci didn't say anything, but Han Zhan knew she was awake. He told her, "I'm going to work. I shouldn't be working overtime tonight. I made codfish and seaweed dumplings. You should get up and eat them."
After Han Zhan left, Song Ci quickly opened the door and went downstairs.
There was indeed a bowl of dumplings on the stove in the kitchen. Song Ci brought the dumplings to the dining room and ate while browsing Weibo.
As she'd predicted, #Zeus International CEO Han Zhan# had become the hottest topic on Weibo. Song Ci's private messages on Weibo had exploded, with fans and non-fans alike leaving messages asking about Han Zhan's relationship with Zeus International.
Song Ci didn't bother to explain. She thought about it and changed her Weibo profile. Originally, Song Ci's Weibo profile was: Fashion expert, styling consultant for Murphy Fashion Magazine.
At eight o'clock in the morning on the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, netizens who followed Song Ci discovered that Song Ci had updated his Weibo profile. The new profile only had nine words:
Song Ci, the owner of Zeus International.
!
Just these nine words are worth countless billions.
On this day, Song Ci's WeChat messages were also bombarded by her friends. She felt it was noisy, so she simply threw her phone away and stayed at home watching TV all day.
It was almost noon when someone suddenly knocked on the door.
Song Ci peeked outside through the peephole and saw that it was Uncle Zhong, so she quickly opened the door. "Uncle Zhong, it's you?" She invited Zhong Buhui into the house and poured her some hot tea.
"Uncle Zhong, how come you have time to come here today?"
Zhong Buhui told Song Ci, "This is it, Song girl. My son bought a new house two years ago and just moved in this year. He asked me to go over and spend the New Year with him. I haven't spent the New Year with him in a few years. Now that he's moved into a new house, I want to go spend the New Year with him."
"That's a good thing!" Uncle Zhong was going to his son's house for the New Year, so Grandpa would be all alone. Song Ci understood Zhong Buhui's intentions and, without waiting for Zhong Buhui to explain, she said, "Uncle Zhong, go ahead and don't worry about Grandpa. Brother Han and I will be spending the New Year at the villa halfway up the mountain this year."
I knew that Song Ci was a nice and delicate girl. When Zhong Buhui heard her say that, the smile on her face became much warmer.
"That's great! Grandpa originally wanted to invite you all to celebrate the New Year together, but he was afraid you young people had your own plans, so he didn't call. But he bought the meat early and even set aside a small room to smoke bacon and sausages just for you. You're in for a treat this year!"
When Song Ci thought of Han Aoyu's enthusiasm in feeding her, she became a little worried about her weight after the New Year.
After seeing Zhong Buhui off, the hourly maid came to clean the house on time.
Chinese New Year is almost here, and today is the last big cleanup before the New Year, to get rid of the old and welcome the new, and to clear away the bad air. The workload is quite heavy today, so the hourly worker brought her high school daughter to help.
Song Ci couldn't just sit there, either. She also put on a mask and helped the hourly maid clean the house with a vacuum cleaner. The entire cleaning process took two hours. It was hard to imagine that a house that was cleaned every three days could still sweep up so much dirt.
Song Ci took off her mask, washed her hands, and called out to her aunt and her daughter who were about to leave. "Aunt Shu, wait a minute. I'll pack some fruit for you. You can take it back and share it with your family."
Aunt Zhong and Song Ci were old acquaintances. Knowing that Song Ci was polite and kind-hearted, she agreed.
We will be returning to the villa halfway up the mountain the day after tomorrow afternoon. There are still a lot of fruits in the refrigerator at home. Song Ci doesn't want to waste them, so he packs all the fruits for Aunt Shu.
"Here, Aunt Shu."
Aunt Shu was surprised. "So many?"
"Not much. We're going to my grandpa's house for the New Year this year, and we have a lot of fruit at home. We can't finish it all. Aunt Shu, you can take it back and eat it. Don't waste it."
After hearing what Song Ci said, Aunt Shu stopped refusing.
Song Ci took out another red envelope from her bag and gave it to Aunt Zhong's daughter. "Your name is Xiaolan, right? The New Year is coming soon, and I've given you a red envelope. Please accept it. I hope you take the college entrance examination next year and get into a good university."
Xiaolan was a little surprised. She didn't take the red envelope, but turned back to look at Aunt Zhong. Seeing her mother nodded, Xiaolan accepted the red envelope, thanked Song Ci, and left with her mother.
Song Ci leaned against the door, watching Aunt Shu and Xiaolan leave together, and suddenly thought of Du Tingting. On the first day of the Chinese New Year when she arrived at the Mu family, Du Tingting also gave her a big red envelope.
Song Ci felt heartbroken when she thought of Du Tingting. She wanted to go and pay her respects to Du Tingting, but after her death, there was not even a tombstone.
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Zeus International didn't have a holiday until the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month. Han Zhan turned off the lights in his office and took the dedicated staircase downstairs. Song Ci was waiting for him at the building's entrance, so Han Zhan didn't go to the basement garage and went straight out of the lobby on the first floor.
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