Chapter 43 He Doesn't Admit
The next day.
Shi Yin got up at eight o'clock as usual.
The villa's power supply had been completely overhauled, and several temporary generators had been added, ensuring power would be available even in the most severe snowstorms. The housekeeper had the bedroom fireplace removed; it was taking up little space and was useless.
Shi Yin refused.
She moved the fireplace against the wall.
It is said that the stove is very beautiful and can be used as a piece of furniture for viewing.
While washing up, Shi Yin received a message. It was from a post she had made online. With the help of netizens, she found the contact information of the person in charge of No. 579 Baiyun Middle Road. The person said, "Miss Shi, we were out of town a few days ago. The clinic is open today, so you can bring your pet over anytime."
"He (Ash) is shy."
"Then please bring his medical records with you. I'll take a look and then make a plan."
"OK."
Shi Yin went to the cloakroom to change her clothes, then went downstairs. Passing by the living room, she subconsciously glanced inside. Han Zhan had been at home these days, and every morning when she went downstairs, he was in the living room, but today he was not there.
Going out?
Where are you going so early in the morning?
The question was answered a few minutes later when Shi Yin met Han Zhan in the restaurant.
I don't know if it's because he didn't sleep well last night, or if someone has offended the Second Young Master Han, but he looks unhappy. It's strange that Han Zhan, who is always optimistic, has a cold face today.
but.
A handsome man can still be handsome even if he is a little angry.
There is even a unique kind of cold and icy beauty that is not usually seen.
Shi Yin stared at him for a few seconds longer, her mind still quizzical. The more someone smiled at everything, the more it showed that nothing and everyone else interested them, that nothing caught his eye.
This made Shi Yin even more curious. What could have affected Young Master Han's mood? If it was something, it must be very important to him. If it was a person, then this person must be very dear to him.
The housekeeper served breakfast.
Seeing that the host was in a bad mood today, the servants in the hall lowered their heads and dared not speak. This breakfast was unusually quiet. At the end, the usually taciturn Shi Yin took the initiative to speak to him: "Is today's breakfast not to your liking?"
Han Zhan held a fork in his left hand.
There's still half a mouthful of toast left.
The men's wedding ring on his ring finger turned slightly as he kneaded the spoon.
He raised his dark eyes and glanced at her. Perhaps it was her pleasant voice that caused the pent-up anger in his chest to dissipate a lot. Han Zhan raised his eyebrows, persisted for half a second, and replied, "I feel like drinking some porridge."
"Uncle Han——"
"I'm tired of the porridge he makes."
Uncle Han: “?”
"I want to try something new." Han Zhan paused for a moment, staring intently at her fair face, and asked knowingly, "Do you have any recommendations for a porridge shop, honey? For example, a time-honored one in Beijing, the kind you've bought from many times. Distance isn't a problem, as long as it tastes good."
Shi Yin said, "There's one in the north of the city."
Han Zhan: "I'll ask someone to buy it."
"No need." Shi Yin looked at him. Although she didn't know what he was thinking, she agreed with him and said, "I'm going out later. I'll bring it to you when I come back in the evening. Do you want sweet porridge or salty porridge?"
"I eat whatever my wife buys."
"good."
Shi Yin pulled out a chair, stood up, said hello to him, and left the restaurant. Han Zhan didn't want to respond, but his mouth was one step faster than his brain: "Drive slowly, be careful on the road, and call me if you have any questions."
"knew."
The words fell.
Her figure also disappeared outside the door.
Han Zhan sat on the dining chair for a long moment before looking away, setting down his fork and finishing his barely eaten breakfast. He'd tossed and turned last night, unable to sleep, and this morning, he'd gotten up before daybreak to go for a morning workout on the basement floor. Even running over ten kilometers on the treadmill couldn't quench his burning desire.
He didn't know what was bothering him.
feel oppressed.
It felt like there was a piece of water-filled cotton stuck in my chest, heavy.
If it was because of Song Sinian... then was his grandson worthy? A dirty rag who cheated on two women and abandoned his feelings was not worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as Han, even though he had a bad reputation.
If it's Shi Yin...
He had previously spotted Shi Yin and Song Sinian together from afar at the Song family-owned wedding shop in IFS. He knew they had bought their engagement dresses there and had also chosen their wedding gowns together. He had even teased Lu Cheng at the time, saying that his green hat was quite pretty.
He didn't care who lived in Shi Yin's heart.
When the two got married in the beginning, he relied on Song Sinian to cheat on Shi Qinghe. He took advantage of Shi Yin's deep love for Song Sinian and deceived her, luring her into the trap.
So, he was definitely not jealous of Song Sinian.
Irritable mood...
"Sir, are you—"
"Anyway, it's not because of Shi Yin."
Uncle Han was confused, "I didn't say madam."
After a long pause, Han Zhan realized something was amiss with his words. He pulled out his chair and stood up, his footsteps quick to mask the guilt in his eyes. After taking a few steps forward, he paused again, explaining his earlier inconsistency: "Uncle Han, your porridge is delicious. Whether it was when I was a child, now, or in the future, I'll never tire of it."
The housekeeper felt at ease.
A smile appeared on his face.
Just when he was about to say something in response, he heard Han Zhan say, "I'm not in my right mind today, please don't bother with me."
Uncle Han: “…”
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