Chapter 279 He even started to interfere in his sister’s marriage!

There, Commander Duan went straight back to his home in the family compound.

As soon as he entered the house, he went upstairs to the study without any hesitation. When he entered the study, he called his family in Dali.

The person who answered the phone was Uncle Feng, who had been the steward of the Duan family for most of his life. He received a call from the eldest grandson of the Duan family and asked tremblingly, "I wonder what the commander wants to tell you?"

"Go ask Mrs. Duan to answer the phone and tell her I have something to tell you."

In the quiet study, Commander Duan lazily leaned on the chair, his eyes casually looking out the window at the gray sky. His expression did not change at all and he looked calm and peaceful.

Manager Feng had always been afraid of the deity of the Duan family. He responded politely, then hung up the phone and went to call Mrs. Duan.

Since she went to Xiong District some time ago and was confined to the inner courtyard by her brother-in-law after returning to Dali, Mrs. Duan had become depressed. Suddenly, when she heard that the tyrant of the Duan family had something to tell her, she trembled with fear.

"Isn't this bastard thinking I'm not bad enough?" Mrs. Duan refused to answer the phone. She felt that she must be up to no good, so she instructed her man, "Duan Yanzhi hasn't called our family for such a long time. Go and ask him what's going on."

Father Duan waved his hands, "He called you by name, what should I say?"

"Madam, the commander is still waiting. Let's go and hear what he wants to tell us. Mr. Jiu is not in Kun City now. I heard that he went to the south on a business trip. I believe the commander wants to tell you two about his marriage." Manager Feng knew about the commander's affairs and thought so at the moment.

"I didn't even agree, what kind of marriage is he talking about?!" Mrs. Duan suddenly got angry again.

Mrs. Duan went to answer the phone cursing all the way, blaming herself for falling into her brother-in-law's trap and lamenting that she had lived in vain and was controlled by her son.

Walking into the hall, Mrs. Duan answered the phone with a trembling voice, "Hello, is this Duan Yanzhi?"

"Well, Mom, let me tell you something." Commander Duan said in a calm and straightforward voice on the other end of the phone, "Pack up tomorrow and go to Jade Dragon Snow Mountain with my dad to escape the summer heat."

"Escape the summer heat?!" Mrs. Duan didn't understand what this nonsense meant, and frowned. "Dali isn't hot, what are your father and I doing in that damn place called Yulong? Are we going there to spend the winter?"

Duan Yanzhi stretched out his long legs casually, holding a cigarette that was about to burn out. He slowly exhaled a puff of smoke from his thin lips, his posture was lazy and cold.

"Whether you are going there to spend the winter or escape the summer heat, you can't stay in Dali anytime soon."

"Are you crazy? I just scolded the woman you like a few words, so you kicked me and your father out to live in Yulong? You don't live in Dali!" Mrs. Duan's eyes turned red as she spoke. She pinched the handkerchief in her hand and was so angry that she wanted to cry out loud for the tyrant to hear.

Duan Yanzhi's eyes lit up with a layer of dim light, "Tomorrow, Han Suijing's parents will come to Kun City to see him and discuss his marriage. If it goes as I expected, Dean Han and his wife will definitely come to Dali to visit you later to discuss the marriage between Duan Yanfei and Han Suijing. Do you understand what I mean?"

"I don't understand! What does it have to do with whether Han Suijing's parents come or not, and whether we live in Dali or not? So even if the Han family comes to Dali, they can't come to our Duan family?"

For Mrs. Duan, if her daughter could marry a young man as outstanding as Han Suijing, their Duan family would be very lucky.

But she also understood that the matter was too complicated and marriage was unlikely.

"You're right! This year is different from previous years. If the old couple from the Han family meet you this time, you will no longer have a son like me." Duan Yanzhi flicked the cigarette ash with his fingers and said sternly, "Go to Yulong and stay there for ten days or half a month tomorrow. You are not allowed to return to Dali until they leave."

After hanging up the phone, Mrs. Duan sat down on the chair and didn't turn around for a long time.

I don't understand why my son is so cruel this time and even interferes with his sister's marriage!

That day in Xiong District, she also saw Han Tingzhang's attitude with her own eyes. He treated Wang Ziru as his brother's wife and protected her. Besides, Han Suijing already had a son. Duan Yanfei was a lady from a wealthy family after all. She couldn't just marry into her husband's family and become a stepmother.

Back in the room, Mrs. Duan told her husband what her son meant.

Father Duan put his hands behind his back, pondered for a while and then asked, "Did Duan Yanzhi say whether he would still marry that woman?"

Mrs. Duan touched the back of her head, her face gloomy, and her mind gradually became clear: "If the old couple of the Han family never agree, Han Suijing's marriage will definitely not be completed! In this way, doesn't Duan Yanzhi have another chance?"

"What does Laojiu mean? Does he agree with Duan Yanzhi marrying that woman?" Duan's father looked at his wife.

"How would I know? When Lao Jiu returns to Dali, you can ask him yourself. I don't want to get involved in these matters, lest your son scold me for ruining his good fortune." Mrs. Duan rubbed her temples and said weakly, "Pack up and go to Yulong tomorrow."

Originally, their eldest wife lived and ate with the ninth brother, and she was usually the one who managed the household expenses and other household affairs. However, because she was framed by her brother-in-law, after she went to the Xiong District, her brother-in-law punished her and forbade her to get involved in the affairs of the inner house again.

She, Mrs. Duan, became a useless decoration.

Therefore, she must take this opportunity to repair her relationship with her son and regain control of the Duan family's inner house.

In the evening, Duan Suili's small Western-style building was filled with laughter and joy.

After getting off work early at the hotel that day, Duan Yanfei hurriedly took a car to his uncle's house.

She was still outside the door of the small western-style building when she heard bursts of laughter from inside the house. "Could it be that Han Suijing really came to see Grandpa?"

Duan Yanfei got out of the car and quickly straightened her dress. She looked down at the new style of shoes she was wearing - mid-heeled plastic sandals. She looked at the jeep parked in the corner of the courtyard. She remembered Han Suijing's license plate number.

It was indeed Han Suijing's car. Duan Yan smiled sweetly and strode towards the small western-style building.

She pushed the door open and walked into the house. She was still in the hallway when she deliberately called out loudly, "Grandpa! I'm here to see you."

Old Duan had his hands behind his back, teasing Bao'er. He looked toward the entrance when he heard the sound and saw his granddaughter. He asked, "Why are you here today?"

"My brother said that grandpa has been discharged from the hospital and is recuperating at my uncle's place. I haven't had time to visit him, and even took a day off today to leave work early." After changing into a pair of slippers at the entrance, Duan Yanfei slowly walked into the living room carrying a small women's handbag.

Sure enough, she saw Han Suijing sitting quietly on the sofa. Knowing that she was coming, he glanced at her with his handsome face.

Duan Yanfei was about to raise her little face, but the moment she saw the child, her face darkened, "Han Suijing! Why is this child also playing at my uncle's house?"

In the living room, Baoer was holding a ball in both hands, with a frozen face.

He was a child who grew up in the village. He had seen the expressions of the women in the village since he was a child. The little guy also felt the hostility from the strange aunt and hurried back to his father.

Mr. Duan shook his head helplessly, and said with a doting look in his eyes: "Bao'er and his parents are distinguished guests here. Is it right for you, a lady from a rich family, to say such things?! You are still studying abroad, you don't need to care about it..."

Duan Yanfei didn't care about being scolded by her grandfather in public. She pouted but didn't refuse her grandfather's face.

"..." Han Suijing stretched out his hand to hold his son's frightened body, smiled slightly, and taught the child: "Call me auntie."

Baoer leaned his small body against his father's broad and strong chest, not wanting to call him aunt at all.

"Haha," Elder Duan looked at his granddaughter's gloomy face and said with a smile, "It's okay, Bao'er, you don't have to be afraid. You should call Duan Yanfei aunt."

"Grandpa! When did Han Suijing have a son this big? Do you all know about this?" Duan Yanfei wanted to rush over and pull the child out from Han Suijing's chest and throw him outside.

Duan Lao shook his head: "Sui Jing has a son, do I need to inform you?"

Bao Er, who was lying on his father's chest, had a sly smile on his face, but spoke in a very cautious tone, "Is Auntie angry, Dad?"

After staring at his son for a while, Han Suijing raised his broad and powerful shoulders, picked up his son and sat him on his lap, and said in a low and deep voice, "No."

Duan Yanfei's nose was not a nose, and her eyes were not eyes. She questioned Han Suijing when he had such a son.

In the kitchen, Wang Ziru was helping to prepare dinner.

Faintly hearing a woman's angry voice outside, she asked curiously, "Auntie, who's outside? Is it Mr. Duan's guest?"

"Hehe," the fifty-year-old nanny smiled faintly, "It seems that the commander's sister Duan Yanfei is here."

"Duan Yanfei? Is she the girl from the Duan family who likes Han Suijing?"

Nanny: “…”

She didn't dare to say such things casually. Who the Duan family's daughter liked or disliked had nothing to do with those of them who worked for her.

Wang Ziru cooked a few home-cooked dishes and took them out to the dining room to set the table.

Several people in the living room heard the noise in the dining room and all looked over there.

Duan Yanfei also saw Wang Ziru, wearing an apron and holding two plates of food in her hands. She seemed to be very familiar with the people in this family and was even helping to cook! !

"Grandpa! Why is that woman also at my uncle's house?"

Han Suijing, who was standing by, held his son in his arms and stood up. He guessed the reason why Duan Yanfei suddenly came to his uncle's house, and said, "Bao'er's mother has been helping Grandpa take care of his health recently. Today, I will cook a few dishes for Grandpa to taste."

"Well, come on, Baoer, let's go eat." Mr. Duan invited the young man and his father to move to the dining room.

Duan Yanfei became even angrier. She had originally hoped to meet Han Suijing by chance when she came to her uncle's house, but she never thought that she would have to endure Han Suijing's family of three.

Everyone moved to the restaurant, and Wang Ziru also saw the woman she met at the hotel entrance that day.

Pretending not to know her, he deliberately asked Mr. Duan, "Grandpa, who is she?"

"Dad said she is my aunt." Baoer quickly introduced the guest to her mother.

"Don't call me aunt! I'm a member of the Duan family, not your aunt!" Duan Yanfei took a deep breath and stared at Baoer fiercely.

Wang Ziru glanced at the other person calmly, then sat down and said casually: "Bao'er, since she doesn't like you to call her aunt, next time you see her, call her Miss Duan."

Duan Yan's face turned pale with anger. He looked at Han Suijing and the wife and children he mentioned. He suddenly remembered that his brother had booked the entire Queen's Hotel that afternoon. He asked in an ambiguous tone, "Han Suijing, is your unit going to hold a confidential meeting recently?"

"Who told you that?" Han Suijing asked back.

"My brother went to the hotel in the afternoon. Do you want to know what he did?" Duan Yanfei suddenly felt that his brother seemed to be doing something secret related to Han Suijing, and boasted mysteriously.

Han Suijing looked at the mother of the child sitting across from him, his eyelashes half closed, "If you have something to say, just say it directly. Why are you still being so mysterious like your brother?"