Chapter 280 Do you know what shame is?

"If it was before, I would definitely tell you, but it's impossible now." Duan Yanfei took a deep breath, changed the subject, and praised with a smile: "The dishes cooked by Auntie tonight are really delicious."

When he raised his eyes, his gaze met Wang Ziru's.

She deliberately attacked Wang Ziru in front of Han Suijing, saying that she couldn't cook and could only help set the table. With a provocative look in her eyes, she suddenly smiled, picked up a piece of braised pork, and tilted it in the direction of Wang Ziru.

"I heard that President Han will arrive in Kunming the day after tomorrow? President Han must be here to teach those ignorant people around you a lesson."

Han Suijing looked at Duan Yanfei with a stern face, and his tone was not ambiguous at all: "Don't talk nonsense anymore. Ziru and I have already reported our marriage. They are here as a vacation."

The other party looked at him in confusion: "Don't you see who you are looking for? He can't even cook. How could President Han agree to it?"

The nanny standing by and serving said with a wry smile, "Yan Fei, you don't know yet, but all these dishes tonight were cooked by Bao'er's mother."

Duan Yanfei's eyes widened in shock, and her chopsticks moved across the fragrant dishes on the table. "Tsk, she's from the country, how can she cook to the taste of city people?"

He and Wang Ziru exchanged glances secretly from a distance.

"Can you speak, girl? If you can't, just say less." Old Duan frowned slightly.

I never noticed any problems with the words and deeds of these descendants of the Duan family before, but now, when I compare them with the noble character of Comrade Ziru, the difference is obvious at a glance.

Duan Yanfei still had a mouthful of roast pork in her mouth, but her eyes were fixed on Wang Ziru. "Is this really the dish you cooked?"

Here, Wang Ziru, who was sitting next to Elder Duan, glanced at her lightly, but did not answer her question. She only said, "Grandpa, does tonight's dish suit your usual taste? If there are any adjustments that need to be made, I will improve it tomorrow."

"Every dish is delicious! From now on," said Mr. Duan with a smile, looking up at the nanny standing beside him, "cook according to this taste in the future. If you don't understand, ask Comrade Ziru for help."

Mr. Duan had heard from his eldest grandson that Comrade Ziru had cooked for him several times while in the army.

The eldest grandson has even become spoiled. Recently, every time he comes over, he has no appetite for the food cooked by the nanny and looks like he has lost his soul.

Thinking of this, Mr. Duan looked happy, "The day after tomorrow your uncle will be back from a business trip in Shenzhen, let's prepare some dishes."

"Tsk, I might not have time the day after tomorrow."

"Grandpa, Ziru may not have time to come and take care of you the day after tomorrow," Han Suijing's mellow and delicate voice echoed the child's mother, "My parents will arrive in Kunming the day after tomorrow, and we will have some things to communicate."

"Oh!" Mr. Duan suddenly realized and felt a little regretful. "It doesn't matter. You guys should take care of your own things first."

Duan Yanfei's heart had already warmed up, and he deliberately snorted in front of Wang Ziru: "President Han goes to Kun City for vacation every year. He will definitely go to Dali this year. But Grandpa, I will accompany President Han and the others to visit you here first."

"No need to come and see me. Suijing and the others have something to discuss with President Han. The father and son should have a good conversation when they meet."

For some reason, Wang Ziru wanted to sneer.

Mr. Duan's words were ambiguous. While rejecting Duan Yanfei's proposal, he also earnestly reminded the two of them to meet with their parents and discuss the marriage properly.

At the dinner table, the handsome man nodded, "Don't worry, Grandpa. Ziru and I have discussed this and will communicate with my parents calmly."

After dinner at Duan Suili's house, it was already dark outside.

Duan Yanfei pointed at Wang Ziru and the child in front of Grandpa and said, "Han Suijing, are you going to the hotel to pick them up these days?"

Without waiting for Han Suijing to answer, Baoer said loudly, "Dad has to take me to bed at night."

"Ah? Your father...he stayed at our hotel?!" Duan Yanfei wanted to scratch Wang Ziru's face with his nails, leaving a few bloody marks. His mouth twitched, "Han Suijing, do you know that you are a soldier?"

"Grandpa! You don't have to come out to see us off. Go back and rest." Wang Ziru was standing outside Duan Suili's house, holding Baoer's hand. She turned around and saw Grandpa Duan coming out to see them off. She smiled encouragingly and waved.

The next moment, Han Suijing walked closer and gently put his arms around her waist.

She raised her eyes and saw a pair of eyes as warm as water and a clear voice: "Let's go, it's getting late."

Wang Ziru felt that this man must have done it on purpose for Duan Yanfei to see, so she nodded in cooperation.

The family of three walked down the stone steps at the door, and Song Jian was already waiting in the car.

Duan Yan stomped her feet angrily, wishing she could break them. However, she was unwilling to see the man she had secretly loved for so many years really cut off ties with her, so she strode down the stone steps.

Like a gust of wind, he walked out from beside the three people and went straight to Han Suijing's car.

He opened the back door and got in the car.

Song Jian was sitting in the driver's seat, his left hand on the window. Seeing this, he grinned and turned to look at the daughter of the Duan family, "Miss Duan, this is the car of the Han Corps. If you take this car, where will the three of them fit?"

"What's it to you?! Just drive properly if you're the one driving." Duan Yanfei sat in the back seat, with a look of approval as if he was going to ride in this car today. He folded his hands and waited for Wang Ziru to be unable to get in the car.

"But I am a guard of the Korean Army Corps and have the responsibility to help him clear all unfavorable factors."

Turning back, Song Yan sneered sarcastically.

Although he spoke righteously, he still didn't dare to force Miss Duan out of the car.

Han Suijing led his mother and daughter to the car. Looking at the woman with her hands folded inside the car, he endured it for a moment before speaking, "Duan Yanfei, get out of the car and don't waste our time."

"I want to take this car." Duan Yanfei refused to get off the car and said in a naughty way.

Outside the small western-style building, Mr. Duan saw this scene from a distance. His sharp eyes flickered slightly, and he strode down the stone steps, while instructing the Duan family driver: "Send Suijing and the others back to the hotel."

Half a minute later, Han Suijing and his mother sped away in the Duan family's car.

Song Jian watched his leader leave angrily. He was also very angry that Duan Yanfei could control Han Suijing. Just as he was about to step on the accelerator, Old Duan walked to the car and opened the back door.

The old man shouted in a stern voice: "Get out of the car!"

"Grandpa! You've seen it all. Han Suijing doesn't care about me, your granddaughter, at all. So what if I take his car? They're also going back to the hotel, so it's convenient for him to take me with him."

"Do you know what shame is? They don't like you, and Han Suijing already has Comrade Ziru by his side, and they have a child. Why are you trying to get in between them? Get off my feet."

Duan Yanfei was crying because of her grandfather's yelling. She got out of the car wiping her tears.

"You'll stay here tonight!"

Song Jian smiled secretly. When Master Jiu was not at home, only Old Duan could control these young people in the Duan family. He stepped on the accelerator and the car made a "hiss" sound and flew away from Duan Yanfei's sight very arrogantly.

Back to the hotel, I put the child to sleep.

Han Suijing walked to the living room, sat down next to Wang Ziru, and took the initiative to "explain" the relationship between Duan Yanfei and him.

"...Duan Yanfei may have a crush on me, but I have no romantic feelings for her. You can rest assured, Ziru."

After finishing her words, Wang Ziru raised her eyes with a warm look, "I can see at a glance that it is the Duan family's daughter who likes you willingly. This is not your fault."

"But from what Duan Yanfei said, will President Han and his team visit the Duan family when they arrive in Kun City?"

She stared at him, her eyes wandering over his face without concealment. "The Han family is a family of merit, and the Duan family is a wealthy family in western Yi. They also have a military hero like Commander Duan. It's not surprising that the two families are on good terms!"

This is the most common behavior of admiring the strong in this society.

"Let's not talk about anything else. Commander Duan and you have a superior-subordinate relationship. It's normal for the two families to interact with each other."

She deliberately lowered her voice and admired his handsome face until his face slowly turned red, then she turned her eyes to the black and white TV.

This wasn't something shameful, and he even blushed.

To put it bluntly, he and Commander Duan are not cadres of the same rank. With his ability, and a few more years of experience in the ways of the world, he may be able to catch up with Commander Duan.

Han Suijing covered his face and coughed a few times, "Ziru, after my parents arrive in Kun City, I want to communicate with them first."

"I will follow your arrangements. I have no objection."

"We might end up arguing, so I'm going to find a place in the hotel to talk. I'll go to the front desk tomorrow to get them a room. This way, we can save everyone the trouble of running back and forth. What do you think?"

Wang Ziru's eyes flickered with admiration, "You can arrange it."

Anyway, they would meet sooner or later and sit down face to face to discuss marriage, so she was not afraid of a quarrel between them when they met in the hotel.

"Now Director Han and grandma are forcing us to separate and not get married, using the excuse that BoA and I are your stains. If they still use this excuse, how are you going to deal with it?"

Suddenly, Han Suijing grabbed her hand, intertwined their fingers, tightened his jawline, and his dark pupils were filled with overwhelming emotions.

He pursed his lips and used some force on his fingertips, which were covered with a thin thread, as he spoke. "If they insist on thinking so, I will report the truth to the organization. Even if I am punished in Beijing, I am willing to do so."

"So, Ziru, you must not give up on me so easily, okay?"

“Well, if you are punished and demoted, all your hard work over the years will be in vain…” Wang Ziru didn’t expect that he would be so decisive that he would not even care about his own career for the sake of them.

This was not what she wanted to see, nor was it an outcome that the Han family could accept.

If Han Suijing was really punished by going to the capital, no one in the Han family, including Han Tingzhang, would forgive her.

"Will you promise me? Stand by me at all times. No matter how harshly your parents rebuke or scold you, I will stand in front of you and your mother and protect you from the wind and rain." His eyes were firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

The man held her hand tightly, and she shook her head vigorously: "I can't watch you risk your career. This is a very stupid behavior. Baoer also needs your strong father to back her up, so you can't make any mistakes in your work."