Chapter 226 Han Zhan's Relics
I had an argument with Han Tai a while ago.
Bai Wanqing fell down.
His head hit the ebony chair.
She had been having frequent headaches these days, and at this moment, Han Tai's words rushed into her brain like a surging tide. Those words were like sharp needles, piercing her so hard that she felt like she was dying.
It felt like a balloon was stuffed into my head.
Sometimes it drums up.
Sometimes it shrinks.
This gave Ms. Bai a splitting headache.
She began to vomit in pain, and waves of acid surged from her stomach, pressing against her chest and throat. Her weakened legs could no longer support her standing properly, and the man before her, for once, didn't immediately reach out to help her, simply watching her collapse to the ground.
The floor is covered with thick carpet.
Ms. Bai, who has been pampered for many years, still got hurt after falling.
The physical pain was far less than the mental torture. She clung tightly to the leg of the chair next to her, and her chaotic mind kept surfacing those long-lost memories that she had hidden deep in her heart.
Intoxicating red wine.
The spacious and tranquil presidential suite.
Soft bed.
The strong and solid body of the man lying above her.
His face flickered in the neon lights outside the window, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, sometimes it was her first love, sometimes it was Han Tai. Gradually, the appearance of her first love became blurred, bit by bit, completely replaced by Han Tai.
That night it was Hantai!
She got pregnant that night.
Bai Wanqing's blood seemed to freeze suddenly, as if millions of ants were gnawing at her body. Her face turned pale with pain, and a thin layer of sweat oozed from her temples.
She's a little blind.
Also deaf.
Everything around me can neither be heard nor seen.
After a moment of dizziness, a burst of dazzling sunlight shone into her eyes. She raised her arm to block the sudden light, and at this moment, the boy's clear voice came over.
She looked up.
Only then did he discover the old Han family house in the compound.
There was no fire in the house.
"Mother!"
The little boy's childish voice sounded again.
Bai Wanqing turned and saw the handsome little Han Zhan, clutching a cute brown bear, running towards the eaves on his short legs. She followed his running direction and saw her younger self there, tidying up Ah Zheng's clothes before he left for school.
"Mommy, little bear."
"Mother--"
The boy fell to the ground.
Including the cute little brown bear.
He lay on the ground, staring intently at the woman who walked away holding Han Zheng's hand, his little mouth calling out "Mom" twice. When he got no response, he propped himself up with his little arms, walked over, squatted down, picked up the stuffed animal, and carefully dusted it off.
"A Zhan!"
Ms. Bai tried to call out to him.
But he found himself trapped in the spot.
She felt as if surrounded by an invisible iron cage, unable to move. The scene shifted to the inside of the house. In the living room, her younger self was packing freshly baked snowflake cakes with Han Tai, smiling and handing them to Han Zheng.
The family of three is very happy.
Extremely happy.
At the foot of the stairs in a secluded corner, a small, fleshy hand reached up. He poked his head out, his clear eyes, like grapes, gazing enviously over there. He wanted to eat some snow cake, but couldn't, so he lifted his little finger, put it in his mouth, and sucked gently.
"Ah Zhan, Mom is here!"
Ms. Bai shouted.
No matter how hard she screamed, the boy couldn't hear her. She stretched out her hand, but the invisible cage seemed to have an electric current that struck her, causing her to double over in pain and fall to the ground.
The picture flipped again.
The old house caught fire.
Young Bai Wanqing grabbed Han Tai and rushed into the house, heading straight for Han Zheng's room on the second floor. Together, they rescued their beloved son. As the fire continued to rage, the three survivors collapsed on the lawn.
At this time.
Something fell from a window on the second floor.
There was a loud bang.
Young Han Zhan, wrapped in a thick blanket, jumped out of the window with his housekeeper, Uncle Han. He was injured, his clothes engulfed in flames, blood splattered across his shoulder blade. He clenched his teeth and trembled as he stood up.
He helped Uncle Han up with difficulty.
He limped out of the Han family.
Ms. Bai, who was trapped in the cage, wanted to chase after him. She took a step forward and bumped into an invisible wall. Her bones seemed to be broken and the pain was so severe that sweat kept dripping down her forehead.
Ms. Bai lowered her eyes.
The carpet in the living room of Han's house was placed in the clear vision again.
She suddenly sat up and looked around. She couldn't find any trace of Han Zhan in the huge room. Ms. Bai suddenly laughed, a dull laugh, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Postpartum depression is not something to be ashamed of.
Shen Tong, however, kept his real name secret.
I have been away from the capital for more than 20 years.
This unknown secret of the wealthy family is not simply depression, but hypnosis and memory alteration. Both are her and Han Tai's sons, both are her children.
She ignored A Zhan.
Stay away from him.
Let the rumors outside attack him.
She even plotted to kill him, leaving him to die in the rainy airport, leaving no trace. Ms. Bai suddenly clutched her clothes tightly around her chest, clutching her aching heart. The pain made her convulse, her limbs tremble, and after a brief cardiac arrest and hypothermia, she collapsed on the carpet.
The eve of closing your eyes.
She seemed to see Han Zhan as a cub, running to her, stretching out his little arms to grab the corner of her clothes, tilting his head to look at her with all his heart and eyes, calling "Mom" over and over again.
…
A few days later.
It snowed continuously in Beijing this winter.
It feels like freezing to death.
Meng Xi left Beishan Villa that morning to visit her father in the hospital. As she was leaving, she received another call from Lu Cheng, who contacted her once a day, asking about the progress of the air crash investigation and whether Shi Yin was safe.
He feels guilty.
More guilty.
Meng Xi could sense his remorse and told Shi Yin the truth: "The Second Miss is in good health. Yesterday, she and Ah Xiu were in the yard sweeping snow for the snowman, and she even went to the kitchen to make snow cakes in the afternoon."
"I'm boarding a plane and will arrive in the capital in the evening."
"Today?"
"Yes, I am with the head of the police in Dubai, carrying A Zhan's belongings."
Hearing this, Meng Xi subconsciously glanced out the car window at the villa, where only the corner of the eaves could be seen. Mr. Han's belongings had been returned to China. Did this mean that the Second Miss would have to go to the police station to cancel his account soon?
The deceased no longer has a household registration.
The account was cancelled.
He will no longer exist in this world.
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