Song Ci looked down at the amount on the check. Ten million!
Song Ci looked at the signature and seal on the check and asked thoughtfully, "Han Zhan, is this signature real? It's not fake..."
Han Zhan couldn't help but abuse Song Ci. He picked up a pillow and hit her on the head, but his movements were very gentle.
After beating her, Han Zhan hugged the pillow and scolded her: "You little heartless girl!"
This action does not seem like that of a successful 35-year-old man, but rather like that of an angry young man.
Song Ci confirmed the check was genuine, and her heart exploded with joy, like fireworks. She folded the check into a heart shape, pressed it against her chest, and murmured, "This is the first time I've received a check for such a large amount. I need to feel it."
"Promising!"
Song Ci fell asleep holding the check, and in the middle of the night her child woke her up because he was hungry. She asked Han Zhan to turn on the wall lamp, and she sat up and fed the child in a daze.
Song Ci was so sleepy that she was worried that she would fall asleep and the baby would choke on the milk, so she woke Han Zhan up. "Han Zhan, look after the baby. I'm really sleepy."
Song Ci closed her eyes and actually fell asleep while breastfeeding the baby.
After the child had eaten, Han Zhan quietly carried the child back to the crib. Although the noise was small, it woke up Song Ci.
Song Ci rubbed his eyes and said, "Did I really fall asleep?"
"Well, you're so tired."
Song Ci was really tired. She said, "Then I'll go to sleep." Song Ci slept until dawn.
Han Zhan was not in the room. He left a note saying that he was sending Song Fei and the others to the airport.
They are all employed people, and they all have to return home.
Song Ci got up and went to the bathroom. After washing her hands, when she looked up, she caught a glimpse of the disheveled woman in the mirror and was immediately frightened awake!
She is Song Ci!
How could she be so imageless!
Look at that messy hair and haggard face. Has she been showing this look these days?
Han Zhan kissed her last night, how could he bring himself to do that?
Song Ci was frightened and quickly picked up the facial cleanser to wash her face, and then applied various expensive skin care products.
Song Ci asked the doctor to wash her hair again. After some effort, Song Ci was finally satisfied.
She went back to bed and lay down, rubbing her head on the pillow, and then she realized there was a hard object under the pillow.
What?
Song Ci took the pillow away curiously and saw a gift bag hidden underneath.
Did Han Zhan prepare it for her?
Song Ci opened the gift bag and saw a piece of paper inside with a line of handwriting on it -
A gift to the champion - Zhan.
Song Ci opened the small gift box with great anticipation. She thought there would be antique jewelry in the box, but to her surprise, there was a letter in the box.
Song Ci couldn't tell whether he should be disappointed or surprised.
What a stingy guy, how can a letter be considered a gift?
Of course, if it was a love letter, she would be happy to accept it.
Song Ci opened the envelope as if she was reading a love letter.
Spreading out the letter, Song Ci saw Han Zhan's handwriting. His handwriting was very easy to read, written in regular script with a fountain pen. Every stroke was full of Han Zhan's personal style, as sharp as an ice blade.
It says—
Song Ci, I have a secret in my heart, and today I decided to tell you.
In the Mo tribe, I not only remembered my previous life six hundred years ago, but also remembered something else.
You never told me that in the life you married Cheng Ziang, we not only knew each other, but were close friends. You also never told me that before you died, you asked the doctor to donate your corneas to me.
Song Ci, you must not know that the reason why I want to restore my eyesight so badly is just to see you.
When the operation was successful and I finally regained my sight, I learned that you had died and your eyes had become my eyes. How painful my heart was.
I would rather be blind for the rest of my life than have you live.
After you died, Yan Jiang and I teamed up to destroy Chaoyang Company and Chuandong International. I made Mu Qiu die with you, bankrupted Cheng Yanmo, and left Cheng Ziang dead without a burial place! But all I really wanted was you.
I have a secret that I haven't told you yet, but I want to tell you in person.
...
After reading the letter, Song Ci was surprised.
Han Zhan actually remembered things from his previous life!
He had actually been hiding this from her, never revealing it to her! Was this man's mouth made of a clam shell?
Near noon, Song Ci heard Han Zhan returning home.
She slowly walked to the window, opened it, and leaned on the windowsill, shouting to Han Zhan in the yard downstairs: "Han Zhan!"
Han Zhan was talking to his bodyguard. When he heard Song Ci's voice, he looked up at her.
Han Zhan didn't know that Song Ci had seen the letter. He waved at Song Ci and said, "Are you hungry? I'll bring you food right away."
Song Ci stared at him with an extremely complicated look in her eyes.
Seeing that Song Ci didn't answer, Han Zhan frowned and asked loudly: "What's wrong with you?"
He pretended to go into the house and go upstairs, but heard Song Ci say, "Do you have a secret that you haven't told me yet?" After his rebirth, from the moment he saw Han Zhan, Song Ci had been trying to figure out what that secret was.
But at that time, Han Zhan knew nothing about his previous life, so Song Ci didn't ask.
Now that the opportunity has come, Song Ci is not willing to miss it.
When Han Zhan heard her words, a hint of surprise flashed across his face.
He understood that Song Ci had already read the letter. He stood on the grass in the yard, with one hand in his trouser pocket, his head tilted back, and gazed at Song Ci affectionately with his gray-blue eyes.
The look in his eyes was extremely greedy and serious, like a blind man regaining his sight and seeing his beloved woman for the first time.
"The secret is..." Han Zhan hesitated for a moment, his ears reddened, and he said softly, "Miss Song, Zeus International is still in need of a boss lady. Are you willing to be my boss lady?"
Song Ci seemed not to have heard clearly, so she deliberately raised her voice and said, "What? The wind is too strong, I couldn't hear clearly!"
God, it’s so windy!
Han Zhan threw everything into it, not caring about his reputation. He put his hands in front of his lips, making a trumpet shape, and shouted upstairs, "Miss Song, Zeus International is still in need of a boss lady. Are you willing to be my boss lady?"
This is the secret that Han Zhan hid from Song Ci in his previous life.
He wanted Song Ci to be his boss lady.
Song Ci heard it clearly this time.
She didn't eat any candy, but her mouth was full of the taste of honey, so sweet that she couldn't stand it.
"Okay, I'll be your boss lady."
After hearing Song Ci's reply, Han Zhan finally smiled. He looked at Song Ci carefully and said softly, "Boss, you are really beautiful."
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