Chapter 232: Using Green Tea to Defeat Green Tea, Falling in Love with the Warlord (11)
Sun Qianying was stunned by Han Zhiyao and didn't know how to react for a moment. After all, she was a lady from a wealthy family and had never been treated like this before.
Not only her, but even Li Ziyan did not expect that Han Zhiyao would treat Sun Qianying so indifferently. However, for some reason, such different treatment made him feel a little happy and satisfied in his heart, and there was a happy curve at the corner of his mouth.
Han Zhiyao took Li Ziyan upstairs and into his room, ignoring Sun Qianying who he had left behind. Fortunately, the maids in the Marshal's Mansion were sensible and took the initiative to take Sun Qianying to the room where she would live for the time being.
"Why are you so ruthless to Miss Sun? She's from a wealthy family, how could you be so disrespectful to her?" Li Ziyan said this with a smile in his eyes. His tone was helpless, but he didn't blame Han Zhiyao at all. "If I had known Miss Sun was coming, I wouldn't have come back with you."
"Whether she comes or not has nothing to do with you." Han Zhiyao shook his head, his eyes fixed on Li Ziyan. "My grandma always wanted me to get married and have children. I didn't expect her to bring this girl back. Otherwise, I would have told her."
"Yeah, you should be married at your age," Li Ziyan said, holding the teacup in both hands, looking a little lonely, and pursing his lips, "Why haven't you gotten married yet?"
"I never met someone I liked before, but now..." Han Linxia smiled and raised her hand to smooth Li Ziyan's hair. "I know you will feel uncomfortable, so you can rest in my room first and wait for me to come back in the evening."
"Well, just go and do your work. Don't worry about me."
Han Zhiyao nodded and took a step forward. The two men faced each other, and the hot air exhaled by Li Ziyan sprinkled on Han Zhiyao's chest.
"Wait until I come back."
Li Ziyan nodded, hesitated for a moment, raised his hand to smooth out the wrinkles on Han Zhiyao's military uniform, and said, "Be careful. I'll wait for you."
After saying that, Han Zhiyao looked at Li Ziyan deeply, turned around and left the room, ignoring Sun Qianying who was standing at the door. "Chunmei, you stay here to take care of Miss Li. Prepare some light meals and send them to Miss Li's room at noon, and bring up a glass of hot milk in the afternoon."
"Yes, Marshal."
"Brother Zhiyao, I..."
"Miss Sun," Han Zhiyao turned around and looked at Sun Qianying. His posture was straight and upright, like a pine or cypress, and his resolute face was particularly attractive. "Han has important matters to attend to, and has no plans to get married. If Miss Sun and my grandmother get along well, you can stay at the mansion. When I finish everything, I will take you home. Goodbye."
Sun Qianying didn't have time to say a word before she watched Han Zhiyao leave, her hands clasped around her handbag, a trace of hurt flashing across her delicate and pretty face.
Which young man is not passionate, and which young girl is not in love.
For Sun Qianying, Han Zhiyao was a dream from her youth. When Han Zhiyao went abroad to study, Sun Qianying saw Han Zhiyao's outline and figure from afar while sitting in her family's car.
At that time, Han Zhiyao's face still had a childishness that had not faded, but his facial features had already revealed a sharp edge, leaving a faint image in Sun Qianying's heart.
A few years later, the old commander passed away, and Han Zhiyao returned home, bringing with him a powerful and repressive aura. He pacified the capital, and his fame spread far and wide. In the tavern, Sun Qianying watched Han Zhiyao return on his majestic horse, leading his army. The image of his youth seemed to overlap with the present.
She had always wanted to find an opportunity to get to know Han Zhiyao, but there was no good chance. It happened that Old Lady Han was looking for a marriage partner for Han Zhiyao. She knew that if she missed this opportunity, it would be difficult.
As expected, her family background, upbringing, and appearance were all outstanding, and Old Lady Han liked her very much. However, she did not expect that Han Zhiyao had no feelings for her at all, and Li Ziyan also appeared.
Sun Qianying's face turned pale. Holding her bag, she glanced at Han Zhiyao's locked door. Whether she was to be a wife or a concubine, she had to marry into the Han family.
Inside the room, Li Ziyan had no idea what Sun Qianying was thinking outside the door. He let out a breath, took off his high heels, rubbed his ankles, and then sat on Han Zhiyao's big bed with a complicated expression.
This Sun Qianying is no simple matter. I just hope she doesn't cause too much trouble. However, compared to Sun Qianying, Madam Han is probably even more difficult to deal with.
Li Ziyan lowered his head, took a look at the slit cheongsam on his body, and tapped his forehead.
He left in a hurry this time and only brought a few cheongsams with him. Mrs. Han was the eldest daughter of a bureaucratic family. She was very traditional and had just worn a horse-faced skirt.
Compared to Sun Qianying, who was wearing a more conservative dress, he was simply dancing in Mrs. Han's minefield.
But... thinking of Han Zhiyao's attitude towards him just now, Li Ziyan pursed his lips and smiled. At least it was not wishful thinking, and there was not no progress at all.
Having not slept well last night and waking up early in the morning, Li Ziyan felt a little sleepy. He lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and fell into a sleep in a daze.
After protecting all the important people, Han Zhiyao no longer had any worries and breathed a sigh of relief. He ordered a team to guard the Marshal's Mansion well, and Han Zhiyao went to the prison with Adjutant Liu.
The driver had been locked up. When he heard the footsteps, he quickly got up from the ground and walked to the iron gate.
"Marshal! Marshal! I didn't mean it! I'm not a traitor! Marshal, please give me a chance! I don't want to die yet!"
The driver's face was covered in tears and he knelt on the ground and kowtowed, but there was no emotion on Han Zhiyao and Adjutant Liu's faces.
"How long have you been working with the Japanese?"
"I didn't cooperate! I really didn't cooperate! They just asked me if the Marshal had any friends. I'm really not a traitor!"
"How much money did you receive from them, and what did they know from you?" Han Zhiyao sat on the stool brought by Adjutant Liu, squinted his eyes, but his voice was cold?
"No, I didn't charge much money. I just talked about Mr. Yan and nothing else."
Han Zhiyao looked at the man with his head down, snorted coldly, and beckoned to the person beside him, "Liu Lieutenant, since he doesn't want to talk, then you can help him. When he has finished speaking, you can let him go."
"yes!"
The driver raised his head and wailed, letting the people around him take them away. Han Zhiyao still sat on the stool, tapping his legs a few times with his fingers.
"Marshal, what should we do next? These Japanese are restless and I'm afraid we can't keep them here."
"You can't keep him, but you can't move him either. However..." Han Linxia lowered her voice and whispered a few words in Adjutant Liu's ear.
Adjutant Liu nodded repeatedly with a smile on his face, "I understand. Please rest assured, Marshal."
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