Xu Qian was like a magnet, attracting Han Jun to pay attention to him and care about him.
Han Zhan was shocked by Han Jun's frankness. He subconsciously said, "You are only 17 years old. You don't understand yet. A momentary liking doesn't necessarily mean a lifetime of love."
Han Jun saw Song Ci and Han Miao almost walking to the elevator lobby hand in hand. Han Jun retorted in a voice that Song Ci couldn't hear: "I heard from my mother that when my father had his first love, he was about my age."
Hearing this, Han Zhan's expression deflated. "Did your mother tell you?"
Han Jun said nothing.
Han Zhan said thoughtfully, "Is your mother still eating this old vinegar?"
Han Jun took advantage of Han Zhan's distress and tried to run away. Before she could even take a step, Han Zhan grabbed her sweater collar. "Why are you running? Stand still before you finish your sentence!"
Han Jun immediately stood up straight.
Han Zhan told Han Jun: "Yes, you are right. Dad did fall in love early when he was your age. But you also saw that my first love died young."
Han Zhan knew his words were cruel, but honest advice hurts, and there were some things he had to make clear to Han Jun. "Junjun, Xu Qian is not an ordinary boy. It's not necessarily a good thing for you to mess with him. If you can get along well, have a good relationship, and really get married in the future, Dad will also be happy to see it happen."
"But Junjun, you don't know Xu Qian at all. Tell me, how many days have you actually been together? It's not even 72 hours yet. Are you sure he's the one for you?"
"Dad is not forbidding you from dating, nor does he want to break you up. Dad just hopes that you can maintain the necessary rationality in a relationship."
Han Zhan's words were truly well-intentioned.
Han Jun wasn't someone who didn't know what was good for her, nor was she a rebellious girl who would deliberately go against her parents. She thought about it carefully before saying, "Don't worry, Dad. I know what to do."
"Um."
Having said everything that needed to be said, Han Zhan believed that Han Jun would understand his intentions. "Go back and get some rest. You have to fly back tomorrow."
"Um."
Han Miao and Song Ci got into the elevator first, and the father and daughter took the elevator back to their room separately.
There were only two of them in the elevator. As it slowly rose, certain images flashed through Han Jun's mind. She suddenly asked Han Zhan, "Dad, who is Aunt Dong?"
A look of surprise appeared in Han Zhan's gray-blue eyes.
He expected Han Jun to ask this question, but he didn't expect it to be today and so early.
Over the years, Yan Qingxiu has been living in Dong Yang's body. Dong Yang died a long time ago, so her appearance has always remained at the year of her death.
Yan Qingxiu never ages, even though she dresses very maturely and deliberately cultivates the image of a middle-aged single woman. However, Han Jun, who interacts with Yan Qingxiu every day, has long noticed something unusual about her.
Han Zhan thought about how to respond to this question. After hearing Han Jun's question, Han Zhan was distracted for a moment, then calmed down. He said to Han Jun, "If you want to know the answer, go ask Dong Yang."
Han Jun knew that he couldn't get the answer from his father, and he couldn't help feeling discouraged.
Who exactly is Aunt Dong?
It seems I should find an opportunity to ask Aunt Dong about it.
Han Zhan and Song Ci lived in the presidential suite upstairs. Han Jun left the elevator first. Returning to her room, she sent a text message to Xu Qian, asking him to text her back after arriving at the hospital to let her know he was safe.
After sending the text message, Han Jun went to take a shower first, then went to Han Zhan's room, moved the documents that Han Zhan needed to process to her room, and read them one by one.
Han Jun started helping Han Zhan at the age of 15, initially doing simple secretarial work. Now, she can help Han Zhan with documents.
Han Zhan was incredibly pleased with Han Jun. He hadn't expected that of his three children, Han Jun would be the one most like him. Han Jun loved swordplay, horseback riding, archery, money, and power. She was like the perfect blend of Nangong Xian and Dugu Jie; she was born to rule.
Yan Qingxiu said that Han Jun's real identity was the Lord of the Snow Region of the Aosheng Continent, a ferocious god whose name alone could scare children to tears.
Someone like her couldn't possibly be content with being ordinary.
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