Chapter 117 She is avoiding him
The phone vibrated a few times.
Shi Yin lowered her head.
I saw the message from my friend Molly.
A photo of a Maserati parked downstairs of Shi Building.
The two of them had agreed to have lunch that afternoon, and the other party had already arrived. Shi Yin hurriedly took the elevator downstairs, exited the office building, and walked into the sunlight. She saw a sports car not far away with its windows rolled down. The beautiful woman inside took off her sunglasses and winked at her.
Shi Yin opened the door and got on the passenger seat.
The car drove away.
Mo Li, who was driving seriously, glanced at her and gossiped, "When can you arrange a dinner for me and Mr. Han to have dinner together? I'm also trying to play the emotional card and ask him to give you face and let me pay less money."
"I can pay you the compensation."
"What? You really don't want your husband to suffer? You've got a man and you've forgotten your sisters. You're putting women before friends!"
"I just don't want to owe anyone a favor." Shi Yin explained.
Especially because of her, he gave in.
Her unilateral letting go was already unfair to Han Zhan, and if she continued to harm his interests, Shi Yin would feel guilty. Mo Li didn't understand what she was thinking. When she heard her words, she tutted, "You are a couple, why are you breaking up so clearly? I don't want to owe him a favor and make it seem like we're going to separate in the near future."
Shi Yin was silent.
The dark eyes paused for a while.
Not wanting to continue this topic, Shi Yin said, "Han Zhan and I have discussed it. Tomorrow I will go to the teahouse to finish my business and then return to Beishan Villa. You can come around four o'clock in the afternoon and I will treat you to a home-cooked dinner."
Mo Li agreed immediately: "Okay, I love home-cooked meals."
Twenty minutes later.
The car was parked in a French-style courtyard.
Mo Li said this was a newly opened Western restaurant, headquartered in Milan and the first in Beijing. Shi Yin didn't eat Western food often, so she didn't know much about it, but she had seen this restaurant before; it was in the main city of Milan.
It was the third day since she landed in Milan.
It's raining over there.
It made her feel even more depressed.
So she went out with the two bodyguards Han Zhan hired for her and strolled along the street. When they arrived at the hotel, they went into a nearby restaurant, which was this old-fashioned Western-style palace restaurant.
Perhaps because she was thinking too much and had a headache, Shi Yin drank half a glass of red wine. She was not good at drinking and realized that she was a little drunk when she mistook the waiter who brought Napoleon pastries for Han Zhan.
The back view really looks similar.
She also wore a similar bunny hairband on her wrist.
The restaurant was bustling with people, and she wasn't paying attention. Before she could call out to the waiter, he left. She waited three to five minutes until the waiter came back to serve the food. When she looked closer, she realized it wasn't Han Er.
Not as handsome as Han Zhan.
Her figure is not as good as Han Zhan's.
His voice was not as pleasant as Han Zhan's.
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At night.
Beishan Villa is brightly lit.
Han Zhan came back with a cake box, changed his shoes at the entrance, and asked, "Is she back?"
"My wife is at home."
"That's good."
The man's brows raised with joy.
When you go to see someone you want to see, you walk with the wind and run. Han Zhan entered the living room, and the word "wife" was stuck in his throat before it came out of his mouth.
The hall was empty and silent, and there was no sign of Shi Yin on the chaise longue where she often lay.
The servant finally caught up and said, "Sir, the mistress has gone to bed."
"So early?"
"Yes, my wife came home in the evening. After dinner, she took a short walk with Ah Xiu and then went upstairs. She said she was very tired today and wanted to go to bed early, so she didn't wait for you to come back and pick you up at the courtyard gate. She also asked you to rest early."
Han Zhan remained silent.
The hunched shoulders fell silently.
He looked up at the master bedroom on the second floor. The door was tightly shut, and the window was dark. This scene reminded him of ten days ago, the third day after Shi Yin left Beijing for Milan. He couldn't sleep, so he took an early morning flight to Milan.
We arrived at 4:30 pm local time.
He went to the hotel where she was staying.
What a coincidence.
She just happened to be out.
She was quite obedient and always brought along the bodyguards he assigned to her.
She walked along the rainy street for a long time, then turned into a palace-style Western restaurant and ordered three dishes and a glass of red wine. She barely touched the food and drank half the glass of wine.
The bodyguard reported to him privately that she hadn't slept well during her two days in Milan, probably because of the pressure of work. He went to buy a Napoleon pastry and pretended to be a waiter, approaching her without saying a word. When she looked up at him, he gestured to her that it was a gift.
She left the store half an hour later.
She didn't touch the steak, mushroom soup, or anything else, but she ate most of the cake. After finishing up work at the Shine Group in the evening, Han Zhan drove to the southern suburbs, to a shop specializing in Western-style pastries. After waiting for a long time, he bought this freshly baked Napoleon cake.
Thinking of bringing it back for her to eat.
But she fell asleep.
Han Zhan retracted his gaze and handed the cake in his hand to the servant: "Put it in the refrigerator."
At the same time.
upstairs.
Shi Yin stood in front of the French window in the master bedroom, the blackout curtains blocking her entire body. When the Cullinan drove into the boulevard, she heard the sound and got up and walked over here.
She saw Han Zhan get off the car.
He was carrying a square box and walked straight across the yard into the house. Not too close but not too far away, Shi Yin saw what was inside the transparent box: a milky white Napoleon pastry.
Just a moment.
The scene in the western restaurant a few days ago emerged in my mind.
An idea came to mind.
The phone on the coffee table dinged. Shi Yin walked over and clicked on the message from Mo Li: "I asked someone to check. Han Zhan is on a flight in the early morning of April 2nd."
The content of the information confirmed her guess.
turn out to be.
She wasn't drunk that day; the man carrying the pastries was Han Zhan. He'd been to Milan, perhaps to her hotel. He watched her from afar, not disturbing her, but quietly guarding her.
Sometimes Shi Yin really wished he would be more offensive.
Don't be so respectful.
Don't be so considerate.
That way she could see his flaws and deduct points from him, but she couldn't find any mistakes, because he always did things so carefully and so well that no one could find any fault.
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The next day.
Han Zhan got up at seven o'clock as usual.
He didn't go to the gym today, but went downstairs in his home clothes. He sat in the living room for half an hour, thinking Shi Yin would come down, and looked up, but she didn't appear for several seconds.
Han Zhan was a little restless.
Got up and went to the backyard.
In front of the flower stand, he watered Shi Yin's small potted plants.
Hearing footsteps behind him, he thought it was Shi Yin, so he turned his head and saw that it was the maid who was cleaning. He took a deep breath, put down the kettle in his hand, and went into the house.
The housekeeper is preparing breakfast.
He took a quick look and was about to leave when, through the corner of his eye, he saw the missing piece of Napoleon cake through the newly opened fresh-keeping cabinet door. Han Zhan strode forward, grasped the cabinet door, and asked, "Did she go downstairs to eat the cake last night?"
"My wife had it this morning."
"This morning?"
"Yes, sir. She said she had something to do at the company. She left an hour ago and took a piece of cake with her."
Hearing this.
Han Zhan's brows gradually furrowed.
She turned her eyes and looked at the dining chair where Shi Yin usually sat. If it were before, she would have sat there and had breakfast with him at this time.
She went to Milan for half a month.
I went to bed at around eight o'clock last night and left the house before seven this morning.
Because of work?
Han Zhan felt that she was avoiding him.
Why?
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