Chapter 23: The wild and untamable wolf also has a heart
At this time, footsteps were heard from behind.
The person who came was the butler.
He held a box of packaged cakes in his hand and placed it on the table next to Shi Yin with a smile on his face: "My wife asked me to pack a box of snow cakes for you to take back to Beishan Villa. My wife also said that whenever you want to eat them in the future, just call and she will make them for you personally."
"Thank Mom for me."
"You're welcome." The butler walked toward her and followed her gaze to the old photos in the cupboard. The figures in the pictures brought back memories of years ago, and the butler said happily, "Time flies. In the blink of an eye, there are already more than 20 group photos. The young master went from being able to walk to now being respectfully addressed as Mr. Han by everyone in the circle."
He was mentioning Han Zheng.
Shi Yin only paid attention to Han Zhan who disappeared from the photo.
"Why didn't you take a picture, Zhan?"
"The Second Young Master doesn't like taking pictures."
Don’t like taking photos?
A few days ago, during the Great Snow Festival, Han Zhan and she took a photo together at Qinyuanchun Chinese Restaurant. He didn't seem to dislike being photographed. On the contrary, he looked at the camera naturally and was quite used to the flash.
"Is this when A-Zhan was six years old?"
"Yes." The butler nodded and smiled, "The eldest young master had just entered the first grade that year. Although he looks calm and composed now, he was very timid as a child. When his mistress and mistress took him to the Noble Primary School, he refused to get out of the car and cried until his eyes were red."
"I'm asking about Ah Zhan."
The butler paused for a moment, realizing he'd made a mistake. He began to recall Han Zhan, racking his brains but unable to recall a single detail. He only remembered, "The Second Young Master was a stubborn, unruly beast, like a wild animal that could never be tamed, covered in sharp thorns. He was always causing trouble, both big and small, and causing great distress to his husband and wife."
"In the group photo taken the following year, the second young master stood there with a gloomy face, clutching a handful of snow cake. His wife made fresh cakes and asked him to share them with the eldest young master, but he snatched them all away and refused to give the eldest young master even half a piece."
Shi Yin looked intently.
In the eighth family photo, little Han Zheng, eyes red from crying, holds his father with his left hand and his mother with his right. Little Han Zhan stands on the lawn a dozen centimeters away from his mother, almost out of the frame, his head half-lowered, his hands tightly clutching a handful of dazzling white snow cake.
After this photo, Han Zhan never appeared in any photos again.
From the ninth and tenth years to the twenty-seventh year, there were only photos of the Han couple and Han Zheng. The housekeeper noticed this and simply said, "The second young master likes to play. He came home for dinner on New Year's Eve and then left. He rarely stayed at home to celebrate the New Year. So he was not included in the photos taken after the early morning bells rang."
Shi Yin didn't ask any more questions.
He also left the cupboard and stopped looking.
The dinner atmosphere was nice.
The taciturn Mr. Han poured Shi Yin a drink and then quietly ate his meal. Ms. Bai, as warm and welcoming as ever, kindly offered Shi Yin some food and urged her to eat more. Han Zhan, as usual, was talkative and frivolous, praising him for every extra bite she took.
It was evening when we returned to Beishan Villa.
The sunset still has its afterglow.
Shi Yin prepared a nutritious dinner for bone health and brought it to Ah Xiu at Houhu. Day by day, the dog grew closer to her. A while ago, he would bark at her, but now, upon seeing her from afar, he would stand up and wag his tail.
Uncle Han asked her the method.
How could a wolfdog, which even the trainer couldn't tame, bow its head before her? Shi Yin couldn't explain why, but she only knew that respect was the stepping stone to gaining the other person's trust, and empathy was the key to heart-to-heart communication.
Even the wild and untamable wolf has a heart.
Feeling the warmth, you will naturally move closer to her.
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It was getting dark when we came back from Houhu.
It was a cold winter night. Shi Yin trotted into the house, blew on her palms, and rubbed them in front of the burning fireplace. Once she was warm, she took off her coat and settled into the chaise longue in the living room.
The phone on the table lit up.
She picked it up.
A WeChat friend-adding message popped up, and the other party added a note: "Hello Xiaoyin, I am Han Zheng, Ah Zhan's brother."
Shi Yin nodded in agreement, and the person on the other end immediately greeted her. After a few polite greetings, Han Zheng sent a photo of a blank check: "Han's secretary will deliver it to you tomorrow morning. It's a meeting gift, so be sure to accept it."
She opened a few red envelopes from the vegetable basket.
Basically, they are one in a million.
Wrapped with 10001 yuan.
As expected of the current president of the Han Group, he was generous and directly handed her a signed blank check, letting her fill in the amount. Shi Yin thanked him first: "It's too precious, big brother."
The person on the other end must have been busy and didn't reply to the message.
Shi Yin put down her phone and looked at the box of snowflake cake on the coffee table. Han Zhan went to the study after returning, seemingly to deal with something important. She walked over, picked up the box, and went to the dining room.
The housekeeper saw her taking a plate to put the cakes on and immediately came over to help. Seeing the snow cake with a unique sweet aroma, his eyes lit up: "Is this made by Madam Bai?"
"yes."
"My husband loves the snow cake made by his wife (Ms. Bai) the most."
"A Zhan?"
"Well, my wife used to make cakes in the kitchen, and he would always follow her around, tiptoeing, his little hands clinging to the high edge of the stove. One time, he was so greedy that he reached out to grab the cake right out of the oven, and he got burned and started crying."
"You know A-Zhan very well."
Mentioning this, the housekeeper's eyes crinkled with a smile filled with affection. "When Mr. was born in a private hospital in the capital, I was outside the ward. From the moment he opened his eyes, called out for his mother, stood up and walked, until today, I have witnessed it all. Mr. lived in the school dormitory at the age of eight, was sent abroad to study at the age of fifteen, and returned to China at the age of twenty, moving out of the Han residence to live alone. He didn't ask for anything but me."
"Xiao Xian is the smartest child I've ever met. Others can walk at the earliest at nine months, but he was able to stand up and take steps by the time he was just over six months old. He could recognize many words at the age of three, and at five he could easily communicate in multiple languages with his foreign teacher at home."
"He was also incredibly handsome. Even as a baby, he was perfectly fair, without a single spot on his body. His face was a magnification of all his parents' good qualities. When he was four years old and in kindergarten, all the little girls would crowd around him, scaring him so much that he'd hide in the bathroom."
The housekeeper became happier as he spoke.
His tone was full of pride.
Shi Yin smiled. She had never expected that the playboy Second Young Master Han, who was rumored to be "spending time with many beauties", would be so scared when he was blocked by girls that he would run away when he was a child.
Shi Yin picked up the already packed snowflake cake and said, "I was just about to go upstairs, so I'll take the cake to his study. Uncle Han, you should go to bed early. It's cold at night, so remember to keep warm."
She left the restaurant.
Walk to the door of the study.
He knocked on the door a few times, then pushed it open and walked in. The interior layout was at odds with his usual personality. Compared to his humorous and laid-back style, his room was exceptionally cold and dreary: a black sofa, bookcases, a white chandelier, and carpet—not a single warm-toned item. The windows were still tightly shut, and the view was incredibly depressing.
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