The bloody storm in Nanxing City did not reach the ears of the people in Wangdong City.
Wangdong City had been quite abuzz over the past couple of days, with the most talked about being the marriage between the Jiang family and the Sheng family of Kyoto. The Jiang family was already a wealthy and influential family, and now, with the Sheng family, a powerful jewellery merchant, this powerful alliance was sure to be formidable in the future.
The invitations to the engagement party of the Jiang and Sheng families have been sent to relatives, friends and old friends.
The Han family and the Jiang family had no close contacts and no business cooperation, but because Han Wangwang, a child of the Han family, was good friends with Jiang Bi's child Jiang Zhen, and the Jiang family had also attended the wedding of Han Rang and Nan Yanyan not long ago, the two families were considered to have some relationship.
When Zhu Xiulan was distributing invitations to the engagement party, she boldly sent one to Song Ci as well.
Song Ci still didn't know about the beastly things Jiang Weimin had done to Jiang Zhen and his sister. Thinking of Jiang Bi's tragic death, she wanted to help the Jiang family more, so she asked Butler Cai to reply to the Jiang family and said that she would attend the engagement banquet of the Jiang and Sheng families.
Zhu Xiulan received a call from Butler Cai, confirming that Song Ci would come to the banquet, and she couldn't help feeling a little proud.
After she hung up the phone, she said to Jiang Weimin, "Mrs. Han represents Mr. Han's reputation. Her presence at Gu Chuan's engagement party is a great honor to us."
Han Zhan's reputation and status in Wangdong City are now number one. His wife is coming to attend Jiang Guchuan's engagement party, and Jiang Weimin is also happy.
Jiang Weimin said: "I heard that Mrs. Han especially hates coriander. Remember to tell the chef not to put coriander on the dishes on her table." Nowadays, everyone in Wangdong City wants to have a good relationship with Song Ci. Jiang Weimin also wants to leave a good impression in front of Song Ci so that he can deal with Han Zhan in the future.
"Okay, okay, I'll explain this to the hotel manager right away."
The engagement banquet is not a wedding banquet, so the gifts do not need to be too expensive. Song Ci chose a pair of swan ornaments as gifts.
After Han Zhan returned home that evening, Song Ci told her about the engagement party the Jiang and Sheng families were holding tomorrow. "I picked out a pair of swan ornaments for them, the same pair I asked Huanyan to send me from Italy last time."
Han Zhan stood by the bed, undressing and preparing to take a shower. He nodded and said, "That would be a good gift for the young couple. It has a good meaning."
"Well, then I will go to the engagement party alone tomorrow." In order to make time to accompany Song Ci to Italy, Han Zhan has been working overtime recently. Song Ci also feels sorry for Han Zhan, so naturally she will not make a fuss about asking Han Zhan to accompany her.
Han Zhan thought for a moment and said, "I'll let Arang accompany you. I'm worried about you, a pregnant woman, going to such a crowded place."
Song Ci wanted to refuse, but then she thought about Han Zhan's current high position and how there must be people who were jealous of him. Some people hiding in the gutter were always trying to harm him. If she couldn't get close to Han Zhan, they might catch her attention.
During this special period, it's better to be cautious. Song Ci thought about it and agreed, "Alright, since Arang is going too, let's invite Yanyan along. It's not good for me, a sister-in-law, to attend a banquet alone with an adult brother-in-law. We have to avoid suspicion."
Hearing this, Han Zhan glanced at her with a smile in his eyes, "You are quite thoughtful."
"If you don't want to be more considerate, someone will find fault with you."
"I see."
Han Zhan walked into the bathroom while yawning. He was a little tired, so he took a shower without even drying his hair, and then fell on the bed.
Song Ci brought a hair dryer. She sat on the edge of the bed, patted her fair thighs, and said to Han Zhan, "Lie on my legs and I'll blow dry your hair."
"Okay."
Han Zhan lay on Song Ci's legs, his stumped right hand resting on her swollen belly. He thought the baby should be moving as the month was coming, so he asked Song Ci, "Has the baby started moving?"
"Yes, he's still small, so his movements are relatively gentle. You can't feel it yet."
Han Zhan closed his eyes and said, "When you were pregnant with your first child, I was extremely excited. Every night I was like a pervert and had to touch your belly before I could fall asleep peacefully. Now that I'm pregnant with my second child, I don't have the same nervousness and joy as the first time."
"I can't do that, it will make me look too cold." In order to express his love for his second baby brother, Han Zhan kissed Song Ci's belly. "Okay, little bastard, Daddy still loves you."
Song Ci was amused by him, "How can you scold a child like that? The child is a bastard, what are you and I?"
Han Zhan certainly wouldn't be stupid enough to admit that he was a dog.
After touching his hair and seeing that it was dry, Han Zhan turned over and lay on the pillow. Song Ci got up to put away the hair dryer, and as soon as she returned to the bed, Han Zhan pulled her arm into his arms.
Song Ci noticed Han Zhan's restless thoughts, and she couldn't help asking, "Aren't you very tired?" The fetus was more than four months old and was already very stable. The two had abstained from sex for a long time, so it was inevitable that they would have some thoughts.
Han Zhan said, "If you agree, I can stay up all night."
Song Ci had always been willing to cooperate with Han Zhan when it came to sex. When she heard Han Zhan's words, she became interested. She sat up and said, "I bought some sexy clothes a few days ago. They look really good. Can I wear them for you to see?"
Han Zhan also woke up from his doze and sat up as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood. "Where is it? Cibao, how can you be so mean when you're pregnant?" Han Zhan said disdainfully to Song Ci's nonsense and urged her to change her clothes quickly.
Song Ci got out of bed barefoot and went to the cloakroom.
She has a private dressing room, which is filled with exquisite underwear and pajamas that she has collected from various places. Each piece is a work of art. Han Zhan is not allowed to enter this dressing room.
Song Ci changed her clothes and walked out of the cloakroom.
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