Chapter 270 I stole Commander Duan’s brother-in-law?

In the car, Wang Ziru heard the man's brief explanation and glanced at him, with a hint of cunning in her eyes.

"When Zhai Ximo and I got together, his old classmate and comrade-in-arms Zhang Kang teased me several times in front of me, saying that I had robbed his brother-in-law and that I owed the Zhang family a good son-in-law."

She smiled and said, "Did I steal Commander Duan's brother-in-law again this time?"

"Tsk!" Han Suijing's stern face showed a hint of helplessness. He gently hugged her shoulders and whispered in a low voice: "I don't have any romantic feelings for any other woman. You can rest assured about this."

Baoer looked up at them curiously, paused for a moment, and then said, "Dad, that aunt doesn't seem to like Mom, but she likes you very much. Why is that?"

In front, Song Jian really couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

Feeling a cold gaze behind him, Song Yan quickly put away his playful expression and concentrated on driving.

Han Suijing brought his son over and sat him on his lap. He carefully observed the child's face, which was very similar to his own. He said thoughtfully, "That auntie is Commander Duan's sister. From now on, when you see her, you must call her auntie."

Beside her, Wang Ziru couldn't help but burst out laughing, "How can the daughter of the Duan family accept that you suddenly became an aunt?"

Han Suijing opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

I could actually hear the sarcasm in the little woman's words, and I hope she didn't misunderstand it.

The car arrived outside Duan Suili's small western-style house. The old man, who had been waiting expectantly, stood on the second floor, hands behind his back, by the window. Suddenly, he saw a jeep driving up to the door of his house. "Is it Han Suijing who sent someone over?"

The nanny who followed him looked outside and said, "That should be it. I'll go down and take a look."

The old man hurried back to the room, kicked off his slippers, and lay down on the bed, looking as if he was dying.

In front of the building, Han Suijing got out of the car holding the child, turned around and took the child's mother out of the car.

The driver of the Duan family was cleaning the car and hurried over to greet them, "Han Bingtuan! Is it you who are here? The old man has been waiting for you for a long time."

"Well, is Grandpa home?"

"Here I am," the young driver's brisk voice had not yet fallen when the exquisitely carved iron gate opened from the inside, and a middle-aged woman in an apron came out to greet them.

"Auntie!" Han Suijing greeted the other party politely when he saw them coming out to greet the family of three, and introduced them, "He is my son Baoer, and this is my fiancée Wang Ziru."

"Hello, Han Bingtuan," Nanny Zhang nodded politely, smiling at Wang Ziru, "Come in quickly."

Wang Ziru felt as if she was in a green courtyard. Facing her stood two small Western-style buildings with the same exterior and interior structure as those in the British and American architectural styles. One of them protruded in the middle, and the upper floor was an open-air balcony.

The small western-style building adopts red and white tones, which makes it look particularly bright against the surrounding green space.

Two red and white English-style garden villas are hidden among lush flowers and trees. There is a huge lawn in the courtyard with lilacs and tall camphor trees.

The midday sun shines into the courtyard, giving people the illusion of being in another world.

Wang Ziru personally felt the Duan family's strong financial resources. They were able to build such a grand and majestic building in the 1970s. It can be seen that the Duan family is not only extremely wealthy, but also the head of the Duan family has a high level of appreciation.

She suddenly remembered that when she was still in the army, she once heard Commander Duan casually mention his uncle Duan Suili, who had studied abroad when he was young.

Han Suijing was holding the baby, thinking about how to speak tactfully and make sure his fiancée would not lose her composure in front of the Duan family.

But I heard her laugh and say cheerfully, "It feels more comfortable than the emperor's."

Han Suijing spoke in a mellow voice, "This is my uncle's home in Kunqu District. The house next to it is Commander Duan's."

"Ah? The commander lives in the military compound, and there's a big house like this outside?"

Wang Ziru's expression paused and she shook her head regretfully.

Rich people don’t have much else but a lot of houses. This is true in every era.

The family of three followed the nanny into the small western-style building.

The interior decoration of the small western-style building is of the same standard as those of small western-style buildings abroad, with brown wooden floors. The house is arranged according to the layout of modern times, with a bedroom, a small study, a reception room, etc.

The first floor is the restaurant and living room, and on the north side are the kitchen, storage room and maid's room.

Baoer, like her mother, felt like she had entered a new world. Especially when Wang Ziru saw the oversized dark brown piano in the living room, her eyes widened instantly.

"It turns out that Mr. Duan has a lot of hobbies at home, and likes to play the piano..."

Mrs. Zhang looked at the piano and didn't want to explain much. When working for the Duan family, it would be better for them, the nannies and workers, to keep silent and be mute, so as to avoid saying the wrong thing or doing the wrong thing and being punished by Mr. Duan.

He asked them to sit down in the living room, made some tea and brought it out, "I'll go ask the old man to come down."

Han Suijing put Baoer down and went upstairs to pick up the old man.

Going up to the second floor, and arriving at the door of the old man's room, Han Suijing called politely, "Grandpa! I am Han Suijing."

The old man had been waiting anxiously for a long time. When he heard Han Suijing's voice outside the door, he had a painful look on his face. He turned over in bed with difficulty and said hoarsely, "Is Suijing here?"

"Yes, Grandpa, please slow down."

Han Suijing walked into the bedroom in a flash, went to the bed, and helped the old man up.

Mrs. Zhang stood by the door and said, "Grandpa, Han Bingtuan is here with his fiancée and his children. They are sitting in the living room."

"Well, go and prepare some food. This is the first time that Suijing's child comes to our house to play. Don't let him get hungry."

"No, grandpa, don't worry. Can you go downstairs like this?" Han Suijing asked with a gentle smile in his eyes, looking at his grandfather.

The old man thought: If I don't go downstairs, will the distinguished guests just sit in the living room and drink tea?

When the two men went downstairs, they saw Baoer and her mother standing next to the piano, looking very interested in observing this high-end musical instrument.

“Ahem…”

Hearing a cough coming from the stairs, Wang Ziru slowly turned around, raised her pretty face and looked at the two figures coming out from the second floor, then pulled Baoer to the bottom of the stairs and stood there obediently.

Han Suijing was slightly surprised, but could not hide his joy. He looked at his grandfather and said happily, "Grandpa, look, that's my son Baoer, and Ziru."

"Oh! The child is well-proportioned, as handsome as you." The old man looked around with a smile, and said to Han Suijing with a smile: "I didn't realize that you are more blessed than Duan Yanzhi!"

Han Suijing smiled and said, "Bao'er, call me great-grandfather."

"Hello, great-grandfather." Baoer called out childishly and stood there with her mother, feeling a little uncomfortable but well-behaved.

"well!"

Wang Ziru pursed her lips lightly, touched her son's head, took two steps forward, stretched out her hand to catch the old man's arm, and smiled brightly: "Hello, Grandpa!"

"..." Elder Duan nodded and turned to look at Han Suijing, "Your comrade Ziru is very attentive."

Han Suijing got to know his fiancée and knew that she was a kind and thoughtful woman. She came here to see her old man, so she naturally knew that his old man was ill.

Out of care, of course, we will be more meticulous.

Bao Er followed the adults and suddenly asked, "Great-grandfather, can we play the piano in your house?"

The group of people who were about to enter the living room stopped. The old man turned around, looked up at the oversized Western musical instrument placed in the living room, and said with a smile: "You can play the piano at such a young age?"

"My mother can." The boy said proudly.

"So Comrade Ziru can play the piano?" The old man's eyes showed admiration, and he said, "Then you and mom go over and play a song for great-grandfather."

The boy was immediately excited and pulled his mother towards the piano, "Mom, come here quickly."

Suddenly, the old man seemed to have gotten better, and he walked over with his hands behind his back to watch.

A pair of sharp eyes looked at Comrade Zi Ru calmly...

Although she was wearing an ordinary Dacron shirt and navy blue polyester trousers, her temperament was unmatched by other girls.

With an extremely clear and beautiful face and a pair of expressive almond-shaped eyes, it is no wonder that his eldest grandson is so bewitched by her.

Wang Ziru walked to the piano, lifted the piano cover with a skillful movement, turned around and looked at the old man, her eyebrows curved, "Grandpa, Mr. Duan will not blame me for being rude when he comes back, right? It doesn't seem right to use his instrument while he is not at home."

"It's okay. It's okay."

The old man answered and looked up at Han Suijing.

He thought that this piano was originally a meeting gift for her, and now that she has become the daughter-in-law of the Han family, he couldn't say it directly.

Wang Ziru sat on the piano stool, her posture straight, her slender fingers pressing lightly on the keys casually.

Suddenly, pleasant piano music rang out in the room.

Han Suijing was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened as he stared at the slender figure in front of him, as if he didn't know her.

A song called "Little Beauty" with a clean and clear melody and innocent lyrics was sung slowly from Baoer's little mouth. Wang Ziru played it very happily, and sang it easily according to the score she remembered in her mind.

The old man was stunned. It turned out that Comrade Ziru could really play the piano.

When the song ended, Wang Ziru stood up and said with an embarrassed smile, "Please excuse my embarrassment, Mr. Duan is definitely better than me."

"Him?" The old man looked embarrassed and couldn't open his mouth.

"Let's go to the living room and sit down to talk, drink tea, and give the children some fruit." The old man invited the guests to sit down in the living room and talk.

When they arrived at the living room, Wang Ziru saw that the old man's right hand was shaking violently when he served tea, so she asked, "Grandpa, has your hand always been like this?"

"Well, it's been several years. I've seen many doctors, and they all said that this is an old age disease!" The old man was a little embarrassed to face the beautiful and talented girl in front of him. When he saw her playing the piano just now, her happy and lively expression was as if he saw his wife's young appearance, which made his heart tremble.

Wang Ziru sat over and took the old man's pulse slowly and gently.

On the sofa, the old man pretended to be calm and tried to keep smiling, then asked carefully: "Is there a cure for my illness?"