Chapter 11 Han Zhan: Feeling Green on the Head
They got engaged earlier this year.
There was no banquet.
Only the parents of both sides had a meal together.
Even so, she was happy. Especially on the eve of their engagement, when they were choosing an engagement ring together. She spent ages choosing, spending her days sketching designs and browsing wedding rings at various jewelry stores on her tablet. Whenever she saw a good one, she would immediately share it with him.
Song's mother is a jewelry designer.
Song Sinian, who owned more than a dozen jewelry stores under the Song family, made a beautiful promise to his mother: he would ask his mother to design a pair of unique wedding rings for her, and he would personally put them on her on the wedding day.
He remembered that she smiled happily when she heard these words, her eyebrows raised, her red lips like sugar, and her beautiful eyes filled with starlight, which was far more dazzling than the starry sky that night.
Why did she change her mind?
She didn't want his mother to design the wedding ring, but came to the mall to buy it herself? She didn't even ask for his opinion, just came here on her own, chose it, and paid?
That men's ring was of ordinary craftsmanship and simple design, not the style he liked at all. Did she have to be angry with him and do these little things to resist him?
Song Sinian strode forward and blocked Shi Yin's way. He stopped in front of her and said unhappily, "My mother has already designed the wedding ring. Once the wedding date is set, we can take it to the jewelry store under the Song family to make it."
"so what?"
"Do you really have to talk to me like this?" Song Sinian stared at her closely. The wound where she had slapped him was obvious. Then he thought that she came to buy a ring because she was jealous, and he could forgive her again: "Qinghe's legs have been hurting for a few days, so I didn't take birthday photos. I came here to make up for it today."
"She said her leg wouldn't heal and she probably wouldn't be able to wear a beautiful wedding dress in the future, so she wanted to take some photos of herself in her wedding outfit. Song's happened to have a wedding shop under its umbrella, so I brought her here."
"You left Banbijiangshan the night before last without a word. You disappeared for a day or two. You didn't answer my calls or text messages. How far do you want to go before you give up?"
"Qinghe didn't mind you not attending her birthday party, and she never blamed you for her leg. She was always thinking about how to make it up to you and mend your sisterly relationship."
"Let her give me 5% of Shi's original shares." Shi Yin said.
"You're too greedy!"
"Well, you can make it up to her. If eighty or ten thousand is too much, how about giving me fifty million as a compromise? Once I get the money, I'll definitely treat her well from now on."
"Why are you talking about money all the time now?"
"If not money, what should we talk about? Talking to you about feelings? Do you have any?"
"..." Song Sinian was speechless for a long time. After a while, he changed the subject and pointed the finger at Shi Yin again: "Putting aside what happened between us, what you said to Qinghe downstairs was really too much. No matter what, you can't use her sore spot to attack her. After all, she is your sister."
"Just apologize to Qinghe and let this matter be over. Don't buy this ring out of spite. I will prepare our wedding rings and give you a grand wedding, so that you can become the envied Mrs. Song."
Shi Yin was silent.
She had never thought that someone's speech could be so ridiculous.
"That slap was still too light."
"What?"
"I say you should go to the hospital and get your brain checked out." Shi Yin walked around him, politely accepted the handbag handed to her by the salesgirl, and left in a flash: "If you're a man, go marry Shi Qinghe, don't just talk about guilt and responsibility."
Song Sinian took two steps forward.
Still didn't chase him out.
He watched Shi Yin disappear around the corner, his gaze fixed on her for a long time. A whirlwind of emotions, including indignation and uneasiness, built up within him. When the salesgirl came over to greet him, all of them were channeled into: "Show me the rings she bought."
The salesgirls looked at each other.
This man was the young master of the Song family, and he couldn't afford to offend him. A few minutes later, a pair of identical wedding rings were brought over. Song Sinian examined the woman's diamond ring for a long time. It was her favorite style, with six-sided facets, simple yet unique. He then picked up the man's plain ring and slipped it onto his left ring finger.
Very loose.
The circle is too big.
It doesn't fit his measurements at all.
Song Sinian was already angry, and now he was even more furious. With his scarlet eyes, he looked at the salesgirl in front of him and asked sharply, "Is this the ring size she bought?"
"Well, it seems so."
For a moment, Song Sinian had a surprising idea: "Shi Yin is married."
The man she married wore an 18-circle ring.
She was buying wedding rings for both of them.
After calming down for a few minutes, Song Sinian felt his idea was too far-fetched. Throughout the upper class circles of Beijing, no family would want Shi Yin as their daughter-in-law, even if the Shi family offered to pay for her, and no young man would be willing to marry her. She was a person cursed by heaven, born with bad luck. As timid as she was, as weak as she was, she was the one who was isolated by everyone.
He is the light in her life, the only one who takes the initiative to approach her, gives her warmth, holds her hand, and promises to spend the rest of his life with her.
No one loves Shi Yin except him, Song Sinian.
She can't live without him.
Coming here to buy a wedding ring is just to piss him off.
Song Sinian took off the ill-matched men's ring from his ring finger, but for some reason, he felt a pang of unresolved feelings. As he left, he took a few more glances at the men's plain wedding ring that the salesgirl had put back in the cupboard.
…
Shi Yin waited at the elevator for two minutes until Mo Li finished answering the phone.
The two entered the elevator one after another.
Just as she was curiously looking at the wedding ring that Shi Yin bought, when she turned her head, she caught a glimpse of a figure through the gap in the aluminum alloy door that was not completely closed. His figure and outline were so superior that he was completely on a different level from the people around him. The incandescent light was particularly fond of him, and he looked very handsome when it fell on him.
She wouldn't be wrong.
It’s Han Zhan.
The second-generation rich guy that everyone in the circle stays away from.
Shi Yin's new husband Han Zhan.
-
at the same time.
The entrance to the open-air balcony is not far away.
Han Zhan leaned against the glass door, his gaze still fixed on the direction of the elevator where Shi Yin had left. Today, he had dinner with someone at the Qinyuanchun Chinese restaurant in the IFS Sky Garden. When he came downstairs after dinner, he caught a glimpse of his wife.
I followed her for a few steps and saw a love triangle scene in a jewelry store owned by the Song family.
"How about my new car?" Lu Cheng handed the phone to Han. The man didn't even open his eyelids, but glanced sideways and saw the glaring green on the lit screen.
Han Zhan: "Glowing green."
Lu Cheng was very satisfied. "I like this color. I fell in love with it when I saw it at an exhibition in Italy. After waiting for more than three months, it is finally going to be transported to Beijing. The truck will arrive in a few days. Come sit down and admire my little green."
"No."
"You've had a meal to attract investment, are you tired?"
"I just feel..." Han Zhan looked at him and raised his hand to touch the hair on his forehead, "...The color on my hair is greener than this car. I'm going to go home and look in the mirror and admire my green hat."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
