Chapter 219: Disaster
This subtle expression was fleeting, and he quickly hid it. Shen Tong raised his head and smiled, "Madam, you're overthinking it. Back then, I worked with another hypnotist to treat Ms. Bai's depression. After the cure, I took Mr. Han's (Han Tai) reward and left the capital. Madam, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first."
"I'll take you there."
"No, ma'am. It's cold outside. Don't let yourself get cold."
Shen Tong stood up.
He quickly left with the medicine box.
The housekeeper, who had just finished cutting the fruit, bumped into him at the door of the living room. Before he could say anything, he hurried away. Uncle Han paused for a moment, walked into the living room, put the fruit plate next to Shi Yin, and muttered, "What's wrong with Doctor Shen? He looks so flustered, like he's done something wrong."
"Not sure." Shi Yin said.
"By the way, Madam, the Han residence's housekeeper, Li, called a few minutes ago and said that Ms. Bai had argued with Han Tai again today. In a rage, she smashed several tablets of the Han family ancestors in the backyard ancestral hall. Han Tai pushed her in a moment of desperation, and she bumped into the shrine and fainted on the spot. She has been taken to the hospital."
Shi Yin didn't say anything.
The cell phone rang at this moment.
She picked it up and saw a WeChat message from Han Zhan: "Wife, I'm at Dubai Airport, waiting in the lounge. They have a good business class fruit plate, including the cherries you like."
"(Cherry Photo)"
"It's raining here today, the flight might be delayed."
"Another online meeting is coming up, honey. I'll find you after the meeting and let's video chat. I miss you so much."
"(づ￣ 3￣)づ"
Shi Yin quoted each of his messages and replied one by one.
Even the emojis were included.
As if she had thought of something, Shi Yin stood up from the chaise longue and said hello to the housekeeper in front of her: "Uncle Han, I'm going out for a while to pick up the birthday present I ordered for A Zhan."
In New Zealand, Shi Yin celebrated his birthday twice.
She said.
His birthday will be celebrated every year from now on.
Last month, before she even returned home, Shi Yin was already thinking about a gift for his 29th birthday. Actually, Han Zhan would be happy no matter what she gave him. But she wanted to make him happier, so she spent a lot of time thinking about it.
Half an hour later.
A Porsche Macan drives into the IFS multi-story parking garage.
Shi Yin took the elevator to the 20th floor and entered a private embroidery shop. The owner, upon seeing her, hurried to the lobby to greet her. Then, someone brought a diamond-studded painting framed in an exquisite pattern and presented it to Shi Yin. "Miss Shi, are you satisfied with the frame?"
She also happened to see this kind of dot-drilling diagram on the Internet.
Small diamonds of various colors, pieced together, formed a picture of her and Han Zhan. These small diamonds were all made of plastic and were very cheap, costing only 70 or 80 yuan.
Just like what netizens said.
To complete this diamond painting, it does not require a lot of money, but it does require a lot of time and more love.
Shi Yin did it secretly when she was in New Zealand. She would hide in the master bedroom, use tweezers, and put the diamonds on one by one when he was busy working in the study, cooking in the kitchen, or shopping.
I ordered it for a few more days after returning to Beijing.
It was probably completed the day before Han Zhan went on a business trip.
She found a private embroidery workshop with many exquisite mounting frames. Shi Yin looked at the finished product in front of her and was very satisfied, especially the inscription on the lower right corner: Shi Yin & Han Zhan
Very well carved.
Like a perfect couple's name.
Shi Yin waited in the store for a few minutes, then took the pictures the boss had packed and left the store. She gently placed her belongings in the back seat of the car and headed back to the mall.
Uncle Han's legs and feet have been in poor condition since winter.
Passing by here, she helped to get some medicine from the Chinese medicine clinic. When she came out of the bluestone alley of the old street with an umbrella, she ran into Meng Xi who was holding a bouquet of white chrysanthemums.
The other party was obviously surprised as well, "Second Miss?"
Shi Yin glanced at the white chrysanthemum in her arms, and then glanced at the low-key and cool black Bentley Mulsanne parked not far behind her with its hazard lights on.
"Today is the anniversary of Dr. Lu's sister's death. The Lu family is going to the cemetery, and given my current status, I have to go there as well. Second Miss, how did you buy the Chinese medicine? Are you sick?"
"I bought it for Uncle Han."
"Oh, the winter in Beijing this year is very cold. You are afraid of the cold, so please keep warm."
"I will."
"Then I'll leave first, Miss."
Shi Yin nodded and listened to Meng Xi's footsteps walking away. She turned her head and saw the thin figure of a woman walking on the snowy street and then getting into the Bentley.
"drop--"
The shrill sound of the whistle came like a tsunami.
An out-of-control electric scooter rushed straight towards her. No matter how quickly Shi Yin reacted, she still staggered a few steps and fell into the snow beside her.
People around came over one after another.
Stop the guy driving an electric bike.
Let him take responsibility.
Amidst the noisy discussions, two plainclothes bodyguards pushed through the crowd and rushed forward, helping Shi Yin up from the ground. They were so scared that their hearts almost stopped: "Madam, are you okay? Are you hurt? Let's take you to the hospital!"
The two of them were picked by Han Zhan from the Proud Eagle team.
I followed her two years ago.
Protect her at all times.
Shi Yin stood firm. She didn't reply to the bodyguard, nor did she pay attention to the scratches on her hands. She first looked at the wedding ring on her right ring finger. When she fell to the ground with her palm facing down, the ring was scratched and bent.
"Mrs……"
"I'm fine." Shi Yin tightly grasped the ring on her right hand and ordered, "Abei, go to the basement and drive my car up. Anan, contact a jewelry store immediately. My ring is damaged."
Snow is falling.
Shi Yin's hands were frozen red.
The phone in her bag rang with a special ringtone at this time. Shi Yin quickly took it out and saw Han Zhan's new message: "Wife, I'm on the plane and will be in Germany tonight."
“(The rainy scene at Dubai Airport)”
"I'll video call you as soon as I land in Munich."
"I checked the weather forecast for Beijing, and it's snowing heavily again today. Honey, if you go to work, have the driver take you there. Don't drive yourself. I'm worried. After work, stay home and don't go out, or you might catch a cold."
"I bought a bracelet at the airport."
"(picture of bracelet)"
"Isn't this pale pink agate beautiful?"
"When I saw it, I thought it would look great on you, so I bought it right away."
"Wife, I miss you so much."
"See you tonight, honey."
"(づ￣3￣)づ╭～"
The cold wind is freezing.
Shi Yin took off her other glove, and tapped the screen keyboard with her slender fingers, quoting his words one by one and replying to them one by one.
Ah Bei drove her back to Beishan Villa. Ah Nan contacted a jewelry store and came to pick up her damaged ring. They said it would be repaired in about a week and guaranteed to be 100% restored.
Shi Yin stayed in the master bedroom the whole afternoon.
She hid the picture of the diamond first.
He took out the gift box again.
He looked at the 299 paper cranes she had folded by hand, a greeting card filled with blessings, and an album of photos of the two of them in New Zealand for two years.
Confirm carefully.
She smiled, closed the lid, and put it in the innermost drawer of the wardrobe.
A phone ringtone rang from the direction of the master bedroom living room. Shi Yin quickly got up from the carpet, touched Ah Xiu's furry head beside her, and smiled with her eyebrows curved: "Ah Zhan called. I guess the plane just landed in Germany. Let's go answer the phone."
The dog stood up.
Shi Yin’s back could no longer be seen.
She always ran when answering Han Zhan's call.
The cloakroom wasn't far from the living room, and Shi Yin ran over in a matter of seconds. She picked up her ringing phone, and the caller ID wasn't Han Zhan's lazy sheep avatar on WeChat, but the Chinese Embassy in Dubai: "Excuse me, is this Mr. Han Zhan's family? International flight 4095 from Dubai to Munich has been involved in an accident, and Mr. Han has died—"
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