Chapter 122 The Lover Who Can't Be Driven Away
He does everything well.
Protect her outside.
Take care of her internally.
Fulfill your husband's responsibilities and duties to the best of your ability.
Not only that, he was also very good at talking, always finding ways to make her happy. This Second Young Master Han, who was criticized as worthless in the circle, Shi Yin felt that he had no flaws and was too good.
She is the one with the problem.
She is a patient with both physical and mental disabilities.
She used to live in an inconspicuous corner and endured the constant criticism from others, but over time she became numb and no longer took it to heart. Now Han Zhan was dragged into this situation by her, and he was uneasy because of her emotions. He tentatively asked if he had not done well enough and what had angered her.
She has a headache.
My chest also feels stuffy.
The feeling of self-blame and guilt that had been accumulating in my heart became stronger and stronger.
Shi Yin took a few deep breaths and, through her sleeve, calmly pinched the still-unhealed wound from the letter opener. The pain seeped into her cells, and the oppression in her heart was slightly relieved.
She raised her eyes to look at the person in front of her.
She stayed in his gentle eyes for half a second, then looked away. Shi Yin pursed her lips and said in her usual voice, "The work pressure is a bit high, and I haven't rested well."
She hired an actress.
Today I met the secretary who has been with Shi Tianhong for more than ten years in the teahouse.
Han Zhan knew what she was thinking. On the one hand, he was trying to negotiate a cooperation deal with Shine Group and secure his position as vice president. On the other hand, he was trying his best to make a final blow to make Shi Tianhong unable to recover.
When people have too many things to do, they will have troubles.
It's normal for her to feel stressed.
It's understandable to overthink.
But Han Zhan still felt that she was avoiding him. There was no evidence, no specific reason, just his feeling, as if she was drawing an invisible line between the two of them.
Han Zhan has no habit of interrogating people.
Since she avoided answering, he did not ask any further questions.
As the sky darkened, the lights in Beishan Villa gradually brightened. In the dim glow of the chandelier under the eaves, Han Zhan lowered his head and gazed at her pale face. He changed the subject and asked, "Wife, will you ever return to me?"
"What?"
"Get back together with Song or something."
"Won't."
She answered decisively.
Not even half a second wasted.
"Then will you break up with me? For example, divorce or something like that." Han Zhan asked again.
All his attention was focused on Shi Yin's face, capturing the complex expression that flashed across her almond-shaped eyes the moment she finished speaking. Her black pupils briefly narrowed, her lips pursed, and her fingers clutching the corner of her clothes.
This shows.
He was not her firm option.
In her heart, he has not yet become the lover worthy of her lifelong commitment.
Understanding her dilemma, and most likely out of consideration for his face, she didn't answer immediately. Han Zhan simply didn't want her to speak, and instead took the initiative to say, "Let me guess my minus points. Reputation and career, right?"
"People in my circle have a very consistent opinion of me: no one wants to marry someone who is 'a womanizer,' and no one will believe a 'playboy'."
"So, I'm working quickly to clear myself of the dirty laundry I've been smeared with over the years. I've hired a lawyer, drafted lawsuits, and am suing each media outlet that fabricated the rumors, one by one, in an attempt to clear my name."
"The image didn't collapse overnight, and it's difficult to reverse it overnight. This is a long process that may take two years or even five years to take effect."
"As for my career, in the eyes of outsiders, I can't compare to my eldest brother. I'm not the future heir of the Han Group, nor can I become the future head of the Han family. Not only will my wife not be as dazzling as my eldest brother's wife, but she will also lose value."
"Wife, give me some time. I can wash off all the filth on my body and stand in front of you cleanly. Similarly, I will not let you lose to Anyan. No matter how glorious Big Brother's wife is, you will only be more dazzling than her."
Shi Yin's lips parted slightly.
What do you want to say?
The words were stuck in my dry throat and I couldn't utter them out.
After waiting for a long time without any response from her, Han Zhan, who was performing a solo show, showed no emotion. He still looked at her tenderly, bent down and put his arms around her, saying, "Let's have breakfast together tomorrow. Don't go out before dawn because of 'work' again."
"……knew."
"You can still hear me."
“…” Shi Yin remained silent.
Han Zhan stood up and, as if hugging her, held her slightly cold hand. He led her to the lighted doorway of their home, saying as they walked, "The daisies in the flowerbed aren't blooming vigorously enough."
"A lot of them are open." Shi Yin looked up.
"Which color is more common?"
"Yellow, right?"
"Red is still the best. Let Uncle Han buy some rose seeds in a few days." Han Zhan glanced at her and asked, "Wife, what kind of roses do you like?"
"I'm fine with either."
“I have to mention several varieties.”
"...white lychee and legendary red rose."
"That's right." Han Zhan taught her, "This is our own home. You're the hostess, how can you be so careless? From the decoration to the flowers and decorations, everything in the house must have your approval and be stained with your traces."
Shi Yin didn't say anything.
Just look up.
See his handsome face in the light and shadow.
Her heart pounded and her fists tightened. The discomfort made her flinch, and she instinctively tried to pull her hand away. But Han Zhan held on tightly, refusing to let go.
…
The quiet master bedroom was lit with only a pale yellow sleep light.
Shi Yin curled up on the chaise longue sofa.
Not sleepy.
Staring at the night sky outside the window in a daze.
The phone vibrated and lit up, the sudden brightness causing Shi Yin to shield her eyes. She came to her senses, picked up her phone, and looked at the WeChat message from Mo Li: "Yin Yin, Han Zhan's lawyer withdrew the lawsuit against my company. Were you the one who persuaded him to let me go?"
"Not me."
"So Han Zhan is showing mercy to you because of your kindness? I understand."
Shi Yin didn't say anything.
His eyes passed over the four words "Love the house and love the dog" again.
"Honestly, after visiting Beishan Villa today and interacting with Young Master Han, I felt incredibly guilty. I'm gutted because I failed to discipline my employees and caused them to spread rumors about Han Er."
"His attitude towards me was neither good nor bad, just the usual polite tone common in the industry. This just proves that he's not a playboy, nor is he the kind of dandy guy described in the entertainment news who pounces on beautiful women and only thinks with his lower body. If he had any lustful tendencies, he wouldn't be indifferent to a beauty like me."
Shi Yin: “…”
"What do you mean? I'm not a beautiful woman?"
"Who are you."
"Han Zhan is a bad guy, a pervert?"
"He's not."
Mo Li sent a giggling emoji and said seriously, "I know you're afraid of taking the wrong path again. Once bitten, you're afraid of the rope for ten years. But it seems a bit unfair to sentence Han Zhan to death without giving him a chance. As an outsider, I think he really cares about you. He would care about whether you eat enough and whether you have lost weight recently. He is much better than Yu Zhi."
Shi Yin didn't reply to this message.
The white light of her phone screen shone on her face. As her thoughts wandered, the nightmare she had just had resurfaced in her mind. A sudden chill ran down her back, and her slender fingers curled up.
She suddenly came to her senses.
Looking around, his eyes swept over the fireplace, paper-cut window grilles and various small ornaments with Lazy Sheep patterns.
Shi Yin took a few deep breaths and suppressed the resistance and fear that surged in her heart.
A few days ago, she went to Milan and, following Dr. Rong's advice, went to the amusement park. That night, she returned to the hotel and her sleep hadn't improved. She looked up the post again and realized it was a lie.
There is no such thing as a stimulus program that can cure any disease.
It's all psychological comfort.
The reason why she could feel the effect was because the person who went to the amusement park with her was Han Zhan.
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