Leaning her head on Han Zhan's shoulder, Song Ci smiled sweetly. She said with deep affection and no regrets, "I didn't expect that I would get married so soon, but when I met the right person, I couldn't bear to miss it."
Han Zhan lowered his eyes and glanced at the drama queen beside him. No one knew what he was thinking.
Miss Jin tried to put her face together and agreed with Song Ci's words somewhat unnaturally: "Miss Song is right, it is hard to find a good man, and if you meet one, you are lucky." As she spoke, she looked at the second young master Dongfang affectionately.
The Second Young Master of the Dongfang Sect did not notice Miss Jin's small eyes, but just smiled and asked Han Zhan: "Where is Mr. Han from? I have never seen him before, so he must not be from Wangdong City."
Han Zhan finally spoke, his voice deep, lazy yet steady. Just hearing it made my whole body numb: "I'm from Shunchen, and I work in Wangdong City."
"I see." The second young master of the East asked again, "Where is Mr. Han employed?" He looked at Han Zhan with a more inquiring look. Could it be that Han Zhan was the boss of Sunshin?
Han Zhan said calmly, "I'm an employee of Zeus Aviation, working for Li Li."
Zeus Aviation was Wangdong City's most promising new company. Li Li frequently appeared in public, and everyone knew him. Han Zhan often went out with Li Li, and some people had seen him, but their identities were unknown.
Han Zhan said "working for President Li", and the second young master Dongfang subconsciously understood that Han Zhan was working for Li Li and was Li Li's subordinate.
"Li Li..." Hearing that he was just a nobody helping out, the warmth in Dongfang Second Young Master's eyes faded, and his tone became a little colder. However, these changes were well concealed, and ordinary people really wouldn't notice.
But Han Zhan has been through hundreds of battles, and his eyes are sharper than an eagle. Han Zhan can see clearly the changes in the second young master of the Dongfang family.
As the second young master of the Dongfang family, he has such a short-sighted vision. It is no wonder that the Dongfang family has been developing in Wangdong City for decades, but has always been a second-rate family and cannot compare with the Cheng family.
Han Zhan also met Cheng Yanmo, the eldest son of the Cheng family. Compared with the second young master Dongfang, Cheng Yanmo was much better in his speech, behavior, and vision.
Miss Jin and the Second Young Master Dongfang thought the same thing, believing Han Zhan to be an employee of Li Li. She glanced at Song Ci in surprise.
Song Ci was the most famous lady, a renowned socialite in Wangdong City. She was a skilled dancer, seemingly approachable, but in reality, she held high aloofness. Counting the men close to Song Ci, none were of low status. How could a woman so enamored of power marry a nobody?
Unable to figure it out, Miss Jin thought Song Ci was just in love.
At this time, the waiter pushed the dining cart to the table Song Ci had reserved. Song Ci saw it and said to Miss Jin, "Miss Jin, I'm sorry."
Miss Jin hadn't recovered from the news that Song Ci was married yet, so she just nodded slightly. "Okay, let's make an appointment when we're free."
Song Ci pulled Han Zhan to their own table and sat down.
The waiter poured them some red wine. Han Zhan held the glass, sniffed it, and suddenly said, "There's a large field in front of my hometown. My grandfather planted grapes in the field. He made a lot of wine this year. Some time ago, my grandfather asked Uncle Zhong to send me a can."
After saying that, Han Zhan took a sip of red wine and showed a disappointed expression. "It's not as good as the one at home."
Song Ci knew that Han Zhan was not a boaster, so she asked him, "Are there many people who want to drink the wine brewed by your grandfather?" It was such a noble thing to be able to drink a sip of the wine brewed by Grandpa Han himself.
Han Zhan nodded, agreeing with Song Ci. He told Song Ci, "If you want to drink, feel free to drink."
"My pleasure."
Song Ci knew Han Zhan was a carnivore, so considering his high appetite, she ordered the Tomahawk steak combo. The appetizers and French bread were delicious, and Han Zhan, who couldn't live without meat, also ate a few pieces of bread.
When the meat came, Han Zhan cut a piece of the best texture for Song Ci.
Song Ci said, "It's too much, I can't finish it." She has a heavy idol image and is always afraid of gaining weight.
Han Zhan gave her a domineering look that didn't allow her to refuse, "Don't you want to give birth to a child for me?" Han Zhan looked at Song Ci's slender arms and waist. He was afraid that if he pressed lightly, Song Ci would break.
"Eat more and reserve nutrition for my child in advance. My child will be like me and will definitely be able to eat." Han Zhan really can eat a lot. With the same bowl of rice, Song Ci can be 70% full after eating half a bowl, but Han Zhan needs to eat three bowls.
There is a reason why I am tall.
The customers in the restaurant occasionally looked towards Song Ci and Han Zhan, and when they saw that Han Zhan had swallowed all the food without even a crumb left on the plate, they all frowned.
He can eat so much, why does he come here to eat Western food? Why not just go to a food stall?
Many Chinese people, especially the "nobles," have a servile nature in their bones. They always think that the moon is rounder in foreign countries, and that eating Western food requires chewing slowly and thoroughly. Eating too cleanly is uncultured and shameful.
But they cannot see the hard work of “hoeing the field at noontime, sweat dripping to the soil”, nor hear the teaching that “every grain of rice on the plate is the result of hard work”, and cannot learn the practice of “waste is shameful, clean plate is honorable”.
After finishing everything, Han Zhan was finally full. "You bought the ring, so I'll treat you to dinner."
"Next time, I already paid when I made the reservation."
"...Okay then."
As a man, the wedding ring was bought by the woman, and the first meal of the date was also paid by the woman. After leaving the restaurant, Han Zhan kept thinking about it, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was a gigolo.
He suddenly pulled out his wallet, took out a bank card, and handed it to Song Ci. "This is my secondary card, you can use it."
Song Ci didn't take it. She squinted at the card and asked curiously, "What's the maximum limit?"
Han Zhan said, "One hundred million."
Song Dynasty porcelain:!
She finally understood the happiness of young girls finding a rich old man.
But she is not happy.
"I'll take the card." Song Ci pretended to be calm and collected, and accepted Han Zhan's card. She said, "After all, after getting pregnant, you have to spend money on prenatal checkups, delivery, and buying things."
Han Zhan corrected Song Ci's statement: "This money is not for you to use for prenatal checkups and raising children."
Song Ci asked, "What's that for?" She raised the corner of her mouth, smiling a little self-deprecatingly, "A year's sleeping allowance?"
Hearing this, Han Zhan was stunned for a moment, then his expression suddenly darkened. Seeing Han Zhan's displeasure, Song Ci knew what she had said that had upset him, so she quickly shut up, not daring to speak nonsense anymore.
The atmosphere between the two of them suddenly became awkward.
Song Ci didn't dare to look at Han Zhan, so she looked up at the psychedelic lights on the tall buildings.
Han Zhan bowed his head and apologized. He said, "Song Ci, I didn't mean to insult you with money. If my act of giving you the bank card caused you to misunderstand, I apologize for my behavior."
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