The driver is dead, so there is no evidence.
Song Ci simply didn't believe that today's car accident was just an accident. Her intuition told her that Mu Mian was behind this. Because Mu Qiu suddenly cut her wrists and couldn't find a scapegoat, Song Fei, Mu Mian couldn't sit still and began to secretly attack her.
She escaped this time, but what about next time?
No one knows what Song Ci is thinking.
Han Zhan opened the drawer of the bedside table and found Song Ci's cell phone. He handed the phone to Song Ci and said to her, "Call your family when you wake up and let them know you're safe."
The word "peace" made Song Ci want to laugh.
Song Ci raised her head and stared at Han Zhan blankly.
Han Zhan looked at Song Ci's beautiful eyes, which looked like they could hold a sky full of stars when she smiled, and they gradually turned red. The blood-red eyes were filled with a fierce determination not to accept her fate.
Han Zhan hadn't seen that kind of look in someone's eyes for a long time.
It's frightening and shocking.
"Brother Han. If you don't have a girlfriend, a wife, or a secret crush..." Song Ci licked her dry lips, trying to put aside her ridiculous pride. She pretended to be unrestrained and nonchalant, and said to Han Zhan, "Then I'll marry you, okay?"
Hearing this, Han Zhan remained calm and composed. "Miss Song, don't let your life get ruined by your impulse." He shoved the phone into Song Ci's hand and said forcefully, "Call your parents. I'm leaving now."
Han Zhan was about to leave when Song Ci suddenly stood up. She stood up so suddenly that her head was spinning and she fell headfirst to the ground, the collar around her neck loosening.
Hearing Song Ci's groan of pain, Han Zhan paused, turned around, and strode towards Song Ci.
"Come, let me help you." As soon as his hand reached out to Song Ci, Song Ci angrily knocked it away.
Han Zhan frowned and simply stood aside with his hands folded.
Song Ci felt the neck brace was getting in the way, so she simply took it off. She supported herself on the ground with her injured arms, grasped the bed, and climbed up with gritted teeth.
Song Ci looked at Han Zhan stubbornly, like a slender blade of grass swaying in the wind, refusing to be blown down. "Han Zhan! I have something to tell you."
Han Zhan pursed his lips and looked at her silently.
Song Ci was torn between two things. She wanted to confront Han Zhan and gain his help and trust, but she was afraid of angering him and provoking his wrath.
Song Ci remained silent, and Han Zhan gradually lost his patience and turned to leave.
Song Ci made a decision. She grabbed Han Zhan's sleeve and said in a weak but urgent tone, "Han Zhan, I'm young, beautiful, and quite smart. How about we make a deal?"
Han Zhan looked at her sideways, frowning, and said nothing.
Song Ci continued, "Old Man Han is getting older, and he really wants to have a great-grandson, right? I can marry you and have children for you. I have only one request: I want you to protect me for a year. Once I have my revenge and have your child, I can divorce you. I will absolutely not take a penny and will leave the house empty-handed!"
In his previous life, Han Zhan would occasionally mention his grandfather to Song Ci. Song Ci knew that before Grandpa Han died, he had one regret, which was that he did not get to see Han Zhan get married and did not have a great-grandson.
After Song Ci said these words, she observed Han Zhan's reaction with trepidation.
Han Zhan's expression was extremely dangerous. His gray-blue eyes were filled with vigilance, suspicion, and... murderous intent!
Song Ci was horrified.
She pinched Han Zhan's sleeve with her fingers and began to tremble unconsciously.
Han Zhan leaned down and looked at Song Ci's face closely, his tone cold to the bone: "Who are you?" Pinching Song Ci's chin with his left hand, Han Zhan lifted Song Ci's face and made her look at him.
Song Ci saw a pair of emotionless eyes. She swallowed her saliva unconsciously, her heart filled with fear, and her scalp felt cold.
"How much do you know about me? Tell me." Han Zhan's strength in his hands gradually increased. If Song Ci didn't speak, her jaw bones would be crushed by Han Zhan.
The Song porcelain was trembling in his fingers, but she was as tense as a string, standing firmly, not daring to relax for a moment.
Under the pressure from Han Zhan's eyes, Song Ci's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably. She said with a stiff upper lip: "You used to be a soldier. You are the only daughter of Mr. Han Aoyu and the son of Han Mulan."
As soon as Song Ci said this, Han Zhan's eyes looked at her even colder.
Song Ci was breathing heavily, but she continued, "At the age of 24, you were injured on your right hand. Your index and middle fingers were amputated, and you were unable to hold a gun, so you were discharged from the army. A year after your discharge, you decided to switch to business. And you are the real boss of Zeus Aerospace."
Hearing this, Han Zhan suddenly let go of Song Ci's chin, but then grabbed her throat again.
Song Ci suddenly broke out in sweat due to the pain.
The cold breath belonging to Han Zhan hit Song Ci's face, and he asked her: "Which country sent you as a spy?" Because of his grandfather's special identity, there have been spies around Han Zhan.
He hated spies to the core.
Tears streamed down Song Ci's eyes and fell onto the back of Han Zhan's left hand, burning her slightly. But at this moment, Han Zhan felt no pity for Song Ci. He looked at her as if she were a dead object.
Song Ci's throat vibrated in his fingers, and he uttered intermittently: "I'm not a spy, I'm a person who died once."
"Someone who died once..." Han Zhan pondered this sentence. After a while, he let go of Song Ci's throat. "Tell me, how did you die?"
Song Ci had no strength left and fell to the ground. He held his throat and coughed rapidly a few times before his breathing became smoother.
Song Ci knew that Han Zhan was not easy to fool. Even if she was reborn, she would not be his opponent. In front of Han Zhan, Song Ci did not need to be clever.
To gain Han Zhan's help and protection, Song Ci must be sincere and tell Han Zhan her biggest secret. After a moment of contemplation, Song Ci honestly told Han Zhan about her experience.
Song Ci: "...That's right. I died once and was inexplicably reborn. I know your identity because we knew each other in our previous life. When I met you, you were 41 years old."
Song Dynasty porcelain is somewhat aggrieved.
In her past life, Han Zhan had been very gentle to her. His tone of voice was always calm and steady, never impatient or impatient. He was also gentle and polite to Song Ci, never as cruel and unkind as he was today.
After listening to her, Han Zhan's three views were shattered, but he remained calm.
Rebirth...
There really is such a thing that breaks science.
Song Ci was impressed by Han Zhan's composure after hearing such an incredible story. Han Zhan was indeed a man of great accomplishments, a man who could hold his own.
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