Chapter 154: Sharp-tongued Xiaoyin
Ms. Bai's headache became more and more painful.
Seeing her kneading the solar plexus again, the housekeeper hurried to the high cabinet, took out an exquisite ceramic medicine bottle from it, poured it several times, and finally a pill fell out.
He turned back quickly.
He handed the medicine in his hand to Ms. Bai and gave her a glass of water.
Three to five minutes after taking the medicine, the pain on the woman's face faded a lot, and she felt much better. The housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at the empty medicine bottle in the high cabinet.
This medicine is rare.
It is said to be made from more than a dozen Chinese herbal medicines.
Finding these medicines is difficult, and the production process is also very complicated. There are almost no Chinese medicine clinics on the market that will accept this order. I don’t know how Han Zhan did it, finding rare medicines and finding an experienced Chinese medicine practitioner who can make them. At the beginning of every month, he would personally deliver a bottle of prepared pills to Han’s house.
This month's medicine is gone.
Han Zhan didn't come either.
He was in the hospital taking care of the sick Shi Yin and seemed to have forgotten about Ms. Bai.
The butler withdrew his gaze and glanced at the woman sitting on the chair. He asked tentatively, "Madam, the eldest young master and his wife are getting married this week. Why don't you personally deliver an invitation to him? If he gets a good look from you, he'll be very happy and will probably come back to apologize to you."
After all, he is my biological son.
Even if the wife favors the eldest son, there is still a place for the second son in her heart.
The housekeeper had seen it all these days since the breakup. Ms. Bai was so upset, not only because she was worried about the eldest young master's project, but also because of the second young master. She would always inadvertently pass by the group photo in the corner, her eyes lingering on little Han Zhan.
Bai Wanqing didn't say anything.
As she pursed her lips in silence, her gaze was drawn by the housekeeper to the medicine bottles on the distant high cabinet. Ms. Bai hesitated for a long time, but finally took a step back and said, "Call Han Zhan."
The housekeeper responded.
He scurried over to the coffee table and dialed Han Zhan's number on his old, retro landline, turning on speakerphone. It rang for twenty seconds, but the other party didn't answer. Previously, he'd always answered Han Zhai's calls instantly.
Why is it so long today?
Half a minute.
Just when the butler thought the system was about to automatically hang up, the person on the other end answered. The butler spoke first, respectfully calling out "Second Young Master." He noted the woman's expression nearby, and seeing she wasn't displeased, he continued, "Second Young Master, have you had dinner yet? It's been raining in the capital these past few days, and the nights are cold. Did you put on more clothes?"
No one replied.
The phone line was quiet.
The housekeeper glanced down at the screen on the landline, confirming that the call was ongoing. Then he perked up and said in a friendly tone, "Second Young Master, Madam made your favorite snowflake cake today. I'll send a box to the hospital for you, okay? Second Young Master? Are you listening?"
"Who are you?"
A female voice came from the other end.
Asked this question.
The housekeeper subconsciously glanced at Ms. Bai who was sitting on the chair. Seeing the cold look on her face, he knew that his guess was correct. The person who had just spoken on the other end of the phone was Shi Yin.
"Good evening, Madam Second Young Master. I am the housekeeper of the Han residence."
"What's up?"
"I heard you woke up, and my wife asked me to give you a call to check on you and see how you were doing."
"I won't die in a short time."
"Second Young Madam, you really know how to joke."
"If nothing else, I'm hanging up."
"Wait." The housekeeper hurriedly stopped her, his attitude very polite: "The eldest young master and the eldest young mistress are holding their wedding at the Kyoto Hotel this Friday. Madam specifically asked me to inform you and the second young master and invite you to attend the banquet."
"I can't come."
"Aren't you being too arbitrary? You should also ask the Second Young Master what he thinks, right?"
"What I meant is what Han Zhan meant."
"Second Young Madam, you——"
"I thought that slap in the face before would teach you how to listen to others, but I didn't expect you still can't learn." Shi Yin interrupted him, her voice neither cold nor hot: "I'll say it one last time, the Han family's affairs have nothing to do with Han Zhan and me anymore. Since you prefer Han Zheng, then just let Han Zhan go free. You don't love Han Zhan but want him to be selfless and filial to his parents. This is called greed. I'll take back the pigeon blood Moroccan ruby ring, and I'll also take back the Chinese-style garden in the eastern suburbs that Han Zhan funded and painstakingly designed. You don't deserve to have something he put his heart and soul into."
Hear this.
The butler looked up suddenly.
In his sight, Bai Wanqing's face suddenly fell, darker than the night outside the window. He wanted to say something, but Shi Yin on the other end didn't give him a chance. She called out by name and said, "Ms. Bai, did you hear clearly? I said you don't deserve it. You don't deserve his filial piety and sincerity."
The housekeeper was terrified.
The last time she was this scared was when Shi Yin confronted the wife face to face and pulled the second young master away.
His hair stood on end, and he wanted to turn himself invisible immediately, but Shi Yin only added fuel to the fire, hanging up the phone with a beep. Looking around the upper class, who would dare to hang up on Ms. Bai? Not even Han Tai, the current head of the Han family, would dare.
The housekeeper was shocked.
I stood there for a long time without daring to move.
He didn't look up until he heard the sound of the teacup hitting the ground and breaking into pieces. His eyes were filled with anger as Ms. Bai's fingertips trembled. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she no longer looked like the elegant and luxurious rich lady she usually was.
…
At that time.
In the ward.
Uncle Han had originally seen the call, but he hadn't answered it yet. It was Ms. Bai on the other end, and he didn't dare answer it, not knowing how to respond. His wife, who had just arrived in the living room, answered it.
Not only did I pick it up.
Also argued.
Every word touched Uncle Han's heart. He had long disliked Ms. Bai and Han Tai, but he was just a servant and had no ability to compete with the master, so he could only swallow his anger.
Things are different now.
The wife can support her husband.
She looked obedient, not at all aggressive, even a little weak and in need of protection. But in reality, she was bold and reckless, and dared to offend people that others did not dare to offend.
"Where is Azhan?" Shi Yin asked.
"We're going to the attending physician's office, ma'am." Uncle Han said as he poured her a glass of warm water and handed it to her: "Ma'am, you must be thirsty after talking so much, have some water."
Shi Yin took it with both hands.
His eyes fell gently on the person in front of him.
"Uncle Han, you used to work with the housekeeper at the Han residence, right? It must have been hard for you to work with a fool who only knew how to flatter and didn't understand what people were saying."
"I'm from the old house." Uncle Han smiled and said, "Three generations of my ancestors have been in the Han family, and they all signed lifelong contracts. When it came to me, I followed the old man."
"When he learned that Ms. Bai had given birth to Mr., the old man sent me over and told me to stay with Mr. and take care of him. In such a large Han family, only the old man loved Mr. so much. Before he died, he made a will and even watched Ms. Bai and Han Tai sign a document, guaranteeing that a large portion of the Han family property would go to Mr.."
"But A-Zhan has moved his household registration, so the family property—"
"Even if the household registration has been moved, the blood relationship determined by the DNA paternity test cannot be changed. The old man has clearly stated that Mr. Han is his biological grandson. No matter where he settles in the future or whose household registration he is registered under, he is the legal heir to the Han family and the owner of most of the family property."
Shi Yin understood.
The old man had directly bypassed Han Tai and Bai Wanqing and decided on Han Zhan. She thought about it again and felt a little puzzled: "Isn't Han Zheng also a grandson?"
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