Chapter 29 I'm Married
"Did you just tell Han Zhan directly that you wanted to see Dr. Lu?"
In a private beauty salon.
Molly, who was having a SPA with a facial mask on, was shocked.
Shi Yin sat on the fabric sofa beside her, reading a fashion magazine. She glanced at her friend who had sat up with a somersault and nodded, "Well, he said he would give me half of his wish and asked me what I wanted. I mentioned Dr. Lu, the oncologist."
Molly: "Won't he get suspicious this way?"
He will definitely find out that Shi Yin is trying to win over Meng Xi based on what Dr. Lu did.
Guess her plan.
Understand that she is not as simple as she seems.
"Exposing myself appropriately can better protect myself." Shi Yin stopped flipping the pages of the book. "Let him know that my goal is to gain a firm foothold in the Shi family, so that he won't be on guard."
"You mean Han Zhan doesn't completely trust you?"
"He's the second young master of a wealthy family, so it's impossible for him to be ruthless. It's just that he's too lazy to care and doesn't want to waste time on trivial matters. As for trust, it's rare for contracted couples to respect each other and treat each other well. I never expected to get his favor."
Mo Li nodded, "Have you invited Dr. Lu?"
"Last week, thanks to Han Zhan's connections, I took Meng Xi to see Lu Cheng. Doctor Lu hasn't been in the office for a long time, and other bigwigs in the circle might not be able to get him to come forward. But Lu Cheng said he had a way to get his father to take over Meng's father's illness."
"What method?"
"I'm not entirely sure about that, but Lu Cheng didn't exaggerate. Doctor Lu went to the Municipal People's Hospital yesterday morning. He not only developed a chemotherapy plan for Meng Xi's father, but also sent someone to the research institute to get a number of rare targeted drugs that aren't available on the market."
"So, Meng Xi is on your side?"
"Um."
Shi Qinghe was not the only one who could poach people; Shi Yin could do it too. The difference was that Shi Qinghe took away the garbage she didn't want, while she found a nugget of gold.
The phone beeped twice.
After reading the message, Shi Yin stood up from the sofa: "Moli, I'm going to the Patek Philippe counter upstairs to pick up a custom watch. I'll be back in twenty minutes."
"Marrying into the Han family is different. They've started using high-end Patek Philippe watches. Did the Han couple give you, their only daughter-in-law, a big red envelope?"
"A watch for Ms. Bai."
"Mrs. Han?"
"Well, Ms. Bai is having her 50th birthday at the end of the month, and she picked out a historical watch as a birthday gift." At this point, Shi Yin corrected her second half of the sentence: "I used Han Zhan's secondary card."
"Second Master, why do you have so much pocket money?"
"He seems to have never accepted money from his parents."
"Is this true?" Molly couldn't believe it.
These rich and powerful young men who were born with a silver spoon in their mouths, before they became successful, which one of them did not rely on their parents' support and use the family's joint credit card to survive?
Even Han Zheng, the legend in the circle in recent years and the "other people's child" in the eyes of parents, had all his expenses covered by his parents before he became the president of the Han Group.
Han Zheng is like this.
Not to mention Han Zhan, who has accomplished nothing.
Shi Yin knew Mo Li wouldn't believe it; it was hard to change one's mind. Han Zhan was a scoundrel, Shi Yin was a disaster—these stereotypes were deeply ingrained, and breaking them wasn't easy.
Seriously.
If she had not been married to Han Zhan and lived under the same roof, and if Uncle Han had not shown her those real account books, Shi Yin would have found it hard to believe that Han Zhan, who was sent abroad at the age of 18, had never spent a penny of the Han family's money.
He has a private bank.
Have a dedicated asset manager.
The unlimited supplementary card he gave her was the most powerful proof of his hidden wealth.
…
This morning.
When Shi Yin arrived at the company, the entire design department cheered. Shi Qinghe had bought an exquisite breakfast and treated the staff to a free meal. It was said that she had submitted two excellent design drafts, which had been approved by a majority vote at the meeting and would be available for pre-sale on Shi's official website tomorrow.
Once the pre-sale results meet the requirements.
Shi Qinghe's design work is the main model of the New Year project.
After coming out of the restroom, Shi Yin walked to the elevator. The aluminum alloy door opened, and she bumped head-on into Shi Qinghe in the elevator.
Woman sitting in a wheelchair.
A bit shorter than her.
His eyes were on top of his head, and he looked her up and down arrogantly before soothing her, "Yinyin, you've just become deputy director, and your professionalism still needs improvement. It's normal that your drawings aren't as satisfactory as expected."
"I haven't submitted my manuscript yet."
"Do I still need to turn it in?" Shi Qinghe smiled, as if the outcome was already predetermined. Scolding Meng Xi last time had paid off. After a week of reflection, he'd actually produced such a good draft. At a glance, Shi Qinghe knew the work would become a trendsetting trend and a huge hit in the market: "Yinyin, you can't win."
Shi Qinghe got out of the elevator.
Meng Xi, who was behind, took a step forward to catch up.
Passing by Shi Yin, the two looked at each other, Meng Xi quickly retracted his gaze and calmly followed the person in front of him. After standing there for a while, Shi Yin's cell phone rang. It was Shi's mother calling: "Yin Yin, come home tonight."
"No time."
"You kid, why do you have to speak to your mother in such a harsh tone?"
Shi Yin was silent.
The next second, a new message popped up: "Jiang xx transferred 50,000 yuan to your bank card."
Shi Yin changed her words: "I'll be at Shi's house around six o'clock."
The person on the other end snorted coldly.
Shi Yin didn't listen to the insults she was saying. They basically said she had no conscience. It was Qinghe who was injured when they went climbing the mountain. She had let her sister down and had become so cold-blooded that she even had to pay for a trip home. When the fortune teller said she was a disaster star, he might as well have given her to someone else.
"Are you done?"
"you--"
"I'm hanging up now." Shi Yin pressed the red button to end the call. She had left the Shi Mansion at five and arrived at the Shi residence around six. Snow was falling outside, the north wind howling, and Shi Yin, still holding an umbrella, entered the courtyard.
It seems like there are guests today.
The coffee table was filled with freshly cut fruit.
Seeing the red invitation in Shi's father's hand, Shi Yin roughly guessed what they were going to talk about. Before she could say anything, Shi's father got up from the sofa, walked over to her side, and lovingly took her hand. "Yinyin, the Song family has chosen a date. After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the twenty-sixth day of the lunar year is the most suitable for marriage. That day will be the day for you and Si Nian to get married."
Hearing this.
Shi Yin looked at the other two people in the hall.
Shi Qinghe sat in a wheelchair with a cold expression on her face, and felt sorry for her mother as she tried to comfort her daughter. Shi Yin pulled out the engagement ring from her bag and tossed it on the table without hesitation: "Let Shi Qinghe get married. She and Song Sinian are a perfect match."
"What did you say!"
A man's deep voice came from outside the hall.
Shi Yin tilted her head, her sight meeting Song Sinian's pale face. How long had it been since she last saw him? Shi Yin couldn't quite remember, as if she had almost forgotten there was such a person in her life.
Song Sinian rushed forward, his scarlet eyes fixed on the person in front of him. As happy as he was when he came with the auspicious date to propose the betrothal gift, he felt like he was struck by lightning when he heard Shi Yin's words. He was so angry that every word he uttered seemed to be spat out from between his teeth: "Shi Yin, do you want to cancel the engagement?"
"Can't retreat?"
"How could you possibly—"
"What's the benefit of marrying you?" Shi Yin asked back, "Will it make me live longer or make me rich?"
The cold expression of the person in front of him deeply hurt Song Sinian.
He panicked.
The fear of being abandoned that spread from the bottom of his heart turned into a rage to protect his pitiful self-esteem the moment he said it out loud. Song Sinian grabbed Shi Yin's arm and shouted at the top of his lungs, "The marriage between the Song and Shi families is an established fact. You and I have also gone through the engagement process. This marriage is not something you can cancel just because you want to!"
Shi Yin pulled his hand away.
Compared to the man's overly emotional state, she was exceptionally calm. Under the gaze of several people in the hall, Shi Yin raised her right hand, and the low-key women's wedding ring caught everyone's attention, especially piercing Song Sinian's dark eyes. He felt as if someone had grabbed his throat, and before he could react, he heard Shi Yin say, "I'm married."
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