Song Ci was silent for a while, but still put her hands on Han Zhan's head. "Han Zhan, I won't leave you. I want to stay at Yan Jiang's house tonight. Please let me be alone for a while."
If we continue to make a fuss, this matter will become unclear.
Hearing this, Han Zhan still refused. "If you want to be alone and calm down, then stay here. I'm leaving." He would never allow Song Ci to leave this house. He was afraid that if Song Ci left, she would never come back.
Song Ci noticed that Han Zhan was too tense and didn't want to anger him, so she agreed. "Okay, you can go out."
Han Zhan reluctantly let go of her waist, put on his slippers, and walked to the door, looking back every few steps. As he lowered his head to change his shoes, Han Zhan heard Song Ci calling his name. "Han Zhan!"
Han Zhan looked up in surprise, thinking that Song Ci wanted him to stay.
Song Ci stood in the middle of the living room, her eyes full of inquiry falling on Han Zhan.
Song Ci's face was filled with tears. She asked Han Zhan, "Let me ask you, in the past six months, you have been so kind to me, loving me and taking care of me. Was it really all just to trick me into falling in love with you?"
Biting her red lips, Song Ci looked at Han Zhan with tears in her eyes and asked again: "Have there been times when you simply wanted to be nice to me?"
A trace of pain flashed in Han Zhan's eyes, and he said, "Whether you believe it or not, Song Ci, every time I'm nice to you, I can't help it." After that, he opened the door and walked out.
After Han Zhan disappeared from the house, Song Ci suddenly felt that the house was so big and particularly spacious.
She turned to go upstairs, but stopped as she passed the sofa and glanced towards the center. There was a wet patch on the black surface that hadn't dried yet.
Song Ci stretched out her hands and looked at her fingers, as if she could still feel the warmth of Han Zhan's tears.
She should hate Han Zhan, but her heart ached for him.
She is beyond help.
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Han Zhan drove around in this bustling city for a long time, and finally, he parked the car in front of a villa halfway up the mountain.
No matter how people grow up, whether they are children or old age, when they are wronged and bullied, the first place they think of is always home.
When Zhong Buhui heard the sound of a car, he quickly turned on a light in the room, got out of bed, walked to the window, and looked towards the courtyard gate downstairs.
Seeing that it was Han Zhan's car, Zhong Buhui hurriedly put on his down jacket and went downstairs to open the door for Han Zhan. "Zhan Zhan, why are you here so late?"
Zhong Buhui reached out to hold Han Zhan's hand, only to find that Han Zhan's hand was very cold. He quickly pulled Han Zhan into the house and into the hall. In the bright light, Zhong Buhui realized that Han Zhan's eyes were red.
Her heart skipped a beat. As she poured hot water for Han Zhan, Zhong Buhui tentatively asked, "Did you have a fight with Miss Song?" Zhong Buhui turned around and handed the cup to Han Zhan, "Come, drink some hot water."
"Thank you, Uncle Zhong."
Han Zhan held the teacup in both hands and sat down on the armchair that his grandfather loved to sit in. Han Zhan just drank his tea in silence, without any intention of speaking.
Zhong Buhui stayed with him. It was really cold at night, so Zhong Buhui lit the fire in the fireplace in the living room.
The room gradually became warmer. At this time, Zhong Buhui heard slow footsteps coming from upstairs. He glanced at Han Zhan and reminded him, "It should be the old man coming down."
Han Zhan then stood up and sat down in another seat.
Han Aoyu, wearing a thick, warm pajamas and furry slippers, slowly came down the stairs, holding the railing. He stood behind the armchair, staring at the slap mark on Han Zhan's left cheek, and slowly narrowed his vicious, weathered eyes.
Han Ao Yu sat down in his chair, and Zhong Buhui hurriedly handed a cup of hot water to the old man.
The old man took the water and took a sip to moisten his throat, then looked at Han Zhan.
Looking at the swollen slap mark on Han Zhan's left cheek, Han Aoyu could imagine how angry Song Ci was when he slapped Han Zhan. Han Aoyu suddenly said with emotion, "Everyone will pay the price for their mistakes. Han Zhan, do you feel the regret?"
Han Zhan was a little surprised when he heard this. "Grandpa, how did you know..."
Han Aoyu crossed his legs, leaned back against the armchair, closed his eyes and said, "The first time I saw Song Ci, I felt that she looked familiar. Your uncle Zhong said it might be because Song Ci looked a bit like your mother. After I got home, I looked at photos of Mulan when she was young, but I still felt that it was not right."
"On your wedding day, Miss Song wore a red dress. I stared at her, and the familiar feeling grew stronger and stronger. After the wedding, when I returned to my room to rest, I suddenly remembered someone, and then I understood why Miss Song always gave me a familiar feeling. Because she looked so much like Edward's first love!"
"I remember that woman, I think her name was Jiang Shiyu..." Han Aoyu's expression was somewhat complicated as he recalled Jiang Shiyu. "The last time I saw Jiang Shiyu was 33 years ago. That woman's intelligence, forbearance, and wisdom were rare in my life, so I was deeply impressed by her."
As for how smart and patient Jiang Shiyu was, Han Ao Yu did not tell Han Zhan in detail.
"Han Zhan, people who have suffered hardships and injuries will have deep memories. It's impossible for you not to know Jiang Shiyu. So, if I can detect the similarities between Song Yatou and Jiang Shiyu, you can definitely do the same."
"I boldly speculate that you, who had been single all along, suddenly decided to marry Song Yatou. You must have a hidden secret. I'm thinking that you might want to use Song Yatou to deal with Edward..."
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