Chapter 160: Walking out with her slowly
The weather has been very good these two days.
The sun is shining brightly.
The clouds are particularly white.
Shi Yin woke up early, washed up, and returned to the master bedroom living room. She saw a notebook spread out on the coffee table, covered in Han Zhan's handwriting. He had clearly recorded her medication dosage, follow-up appointment schedule, Dr. Rong's advice, and her daily life.
For example, she fell asleep at 11:30 last night.
Woke up in the early morning.
Fell asleep again at 3:40.
I woke up twice more during the journey.
He slept for four hours and forty minutes last night, five minutes more than yesterday. This was good news, so he drew a smiley face at the bottom of the page.
The day before yesterday was a crying face.
Because she slept a few minutes less.
Shi Yin flipped through several pages, her eyes curved in a way she hadn't noticed. She closed the notebook and placed it steadily back on the coffee table. The wolfhound now strode from the bedroom, ran to her side, jumped up, and thrust the phone he was holding into her arms.
There is new news.
Sent from Molly.
Shi Yin sat down on the chaise longue nearby, touched Ah Xiu's head, and lowered her eyes to read the content: "Yinyin, have you heard? The marriage wedding between the Han family and the An family has been postponed."
"Yeah?"
"It's been postponed from March 27th to April 4th, which is the 20th of this month. The Mo family just received a new invitation. The official statement from both the Han and An families is that May 20th is a couple's day for young couples, making a wedding even sweeter and more festive. But anyone with a discerning eye knows that An Leyao got into trouble at Hongmei Villa two days ago, damaging the An family's reputation and causing a sharp drop in An Group's stock price. To accommodate the financing party's timeline, close the deal, and recover this loss, they chose to postpone the wedding. It's beneficial for both families, but from the perspective of the bride and groom, it's clearly unfair. Do you think Han Zheng and Anyan will be angry?"
An Yan didn't know.
Han Zheng definitely won’t.
On the day of the Han family's dinner, the naughty kid snatched the bracelet and An Yan's hand was injured. Han Zheng didn't say anything, but just acted as a peacemaker. After comforting the naughty kid's family, he told his fiancée that it was okay, it was just a bracelet, and it was okay to give it to the child.
Since he was so tolerant and accommodating, he naturally wouldn't be angry about his wedding being forcibly postponed.
The door was pushed open.
Shi Yin looked up when she heard the voice and saw Han Zhan coming in, followed by several servants pushing new clothes, shoes and socks.
"Wife, the rookie clothes have been delivered to our house. I picked some for you. Come and take a look."
"good."
Shi Yin replied to Mo Li's message, put down her phone, and went to the cloakroom with Han Zhan. The new dress was still hanging on the movable hanger. The moment Shi Yin saw it, her black pupils constricted a few times. She subconsciously reached out to pinch her arm and instinctively pulled up her sleeve to try to hide the scar.
Han Zhan immediately held her hand.
She looked up suddenly.
As they stared at each other, he slowly took her hand off her arm and held it tightly in his palm. He then gently pinched her soft fingertips and said softly, "Wife, it's summer now. It's cool to wear sleeveless or short-sleeved clothes."
"Look at this dress with floral patterns and flying sleeves."
"It suits you very well."
“So playful and cute.”
As Han Zhan spoke, he took off his clothes and placed them in front of her. After showing her all the new clothes, he chose one for her: "Wife, how about wearing this today?"
A white polka dot puff-sleeved long dress.
Pair it with a pair of casual white shoes.
Under Han Zhan's constant persuasion, Shi Yin reluctantly put on the dress. She stepped out of the curtain, feeling a bit nervous. The air lingered on her exposed, thin arms. She instinctively wanted to cover her scars with her hands, but Han Zhan was faster. He walked up behind her, grasped her shoulders, and pushed her in front of the full-length mirror.
"This is so beautiful, my wife!"
"You don't look as good as the models on the catwalk."
"This slender neck, this perfect figure with a 3:7 ratio, and this snow-white skin. Honey, it's a good thing you didn't become a star in the entertainment industry, otherwise I don't know how many rivals I would have had in love."
"Put on another necklace."
Han Zhan said.
He walked to the glass drawer and lowered his head to choose carefully.
When he returned to her, he found himself holding a diamond necklace. He carefully placed it around her neck, the small sugar cube design sparkling yet romantic.
"One more hairstyle is missing."
"Honey, come sit here and let me braid your hair."
Shi Yin opened her mouth.
But I found that I couldn't get a word in at all.
He not only spoke quickly, but also moved quickly. In a short while, he pulled her to the dressing table and sat her in the leather chair. The mirror in front of her reflected her face and the figure of him carefully combing her hair.
He has honed his skills.
During the ten days or so she was hospitalized, her technique improved, and now she has mastered it. The fishbone braids she created are very beautiful, lazy and elegant, far better than the tutorials on the Internet.
“Bang, bang!”
Someone knocked on the door.
Han Zhan put down the comb in his hand and left the cloakroom. When he came back, he saw her hastily looking up with her hands behind her back, used to hiding the scars. Seeing that it was him, she breathed a sigh of relief, her shoulders slowly drooping, her curled fingers slowly loosening, and she raised the corners of her lips and smiled at him.
This look caught Han Zhan's eyes.
His heart tightened.
Every cell in my body was filled with intense pain.
Han Zhan took a few deep breaths, pretending not to see anything, walked over to her, squatted down, and looked up at her: "Uncle Han knocked on the door and said breakfast is ready and asked us to go downstairs to eat."
Shi Yin nodded.
Out of the master bedroom.
Went downstairs.
Whenever someone walked by, she would instinctively tense up. Normally, she could walk to the dining room in two or three minutes, but today, she took a long, hesitant walk. She couldn't concentrate at dinner either. Whenever someone came in to serve food or water, she would curl up uncomfortably, like a hedgehog with its quills plucked out, trying to hide the bloody holes in its skin.
Whenever she wanted to hide.
Han Zhan took the initiative to hug her, asking her if the noodles were delicious or if she wanted milk. He always had endless topics to distract her, so that after half a day, Shi Yin could walk freely in Beishan Villa, and would not cover her arms when she saw the servants or met the housekeeper.
Afternoon.
Shi Yin was holding a tablet and drawing the preliminary line drawing of the wedding dress.
She's not very inspired.
After tracing it several times, I only drew a rough outline.
The housekeeper entered the living room, sighing and groaning, attracting her attention. Shi Yin put down the pen in her hand and asked with concern, "Uncle Han, what's wrong?"
"My husband has become increasingly picky about food. He wanted Tremella fuciformis soup, so I made it for him. He said it didn't taste good and wanted to try the porridge from the porridge shop two kilometers away."
"He has been taking care of me all this time and he must be tired, so this happened. Uncle Han, don't take it to heart. A Zhan cares about you very much."
"How can I have the time to buy him Tremella soup now? The driver at the residence has also taken leave, what a shame—"
"Uncle Han, you go ahead and do your work. I'm off work today, so I'm free. I can just change my shoes and go out to buy some."
"Isn't this bad, ma'am?"
"It's fine."
Shi Yin stood up, took the car keys, and went to the entrance. The housekeeper stood there, looked at the woman's back as she walked away, and then nodded to Han Zhan who was standing behind the railing on the second floor.
…
Outside the alley in the south of the city.
The black Cullinan was parked at a corner where no one could see it.
When Shi Yin left the house, Han Zhan followed her out. She had arrived here more than ten minutes ago, and the Porsche Macan had been parked on the street for a long time, but she hadn't gotten out of the car yet.
He stared at the car not far away.
Made a phone call.
He ordered the servant on the other end: "Call Yinyin and tell her that Uncle Han and I had a quarrel."
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