Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Song Ci arrived at the underground carpark, filled with indignance.
Long Yu started the car and saw that Song Ci’s face was dark, as if she was unhappy. He was curious if Song Ci had gotten into an argument with Mr. Han, but he also knew that this was not something he should ask.
Song Ci was thinking about Han Zhan’s unusual behavior today.
Although Han Zhan was not a good person, he was also not a temperamental man. It was illogical for him to suddenly turn grim and say hurtful words, like what he did today.
Song Ci recalled her conversation with Han Zhan in the office today. After thinking carefully for about 10 minutes, Song Ci suddenly widened her eyes.
Han Zhan’s mood suddenly turned sour after she said a sentence.
What did I say?
— But we will be getting a divorce in a year’s time. Things will get ugly then.
Song Ci’s heart skipped a beat.
Was Han Zhan angry?
Was it because I had subconsciously mentioned that we would get a divorce a year later?
Song Ci’s heart started to beat increasingly faster. What did this mean? If my analysis is correct, does it mean that Han Zhan doesn’t want a divorce?
Why isn’t he willing to get a divorce?
Song Ci couldn’t figure it out. In the end, she dismissed it as Han Zhan was afraid of trouble and didn’t wish to find another stepmother for her child. Besides, Song Ci was pretty good in all aspects and was a perfect spouse. The two of them got along very well.
Who is he looking for to be his lover?
He might as well let Song Ci be the mother. It would be better for the child to follow his biological mother than to follow his stepmother. Moreover, didn’t Han Zhan say last night that the position of Mrs. Han would always be hers, for as long as Song Ci wanted?
After thinking it through, Song Ci suddenly understood Han Zhan’s previous coldness.
She thought of all sorts of possibilities but managed to avoid the best answer.
After hesitating for a moment, Song Ci took out her cell phone and sent Han Zhan a message.
Song Ci: Brother Han, I don’t wish to divorce you.
Song Ci was speaking the truth. She really didn’t want to divorce Han Zhan. It wasn’t because she really fell in love with him, but because Han Zhan was indeed a mature, high-quality man. He knew how to tolerate and respect himself. Song Ci also admired Han Zhan.
If they really had a child, Song Ci definitely wouldn’t be able to bear to leave the child. Perhaps their love would grow over time.
Besides…
Song Ci recalled her previous life.
Song Ci gave up being a pilot in her previous life. She joined Mu Mian’s company and worked by his side for two years. After that, she married Cheng Ziang and stopped working. By the time they divorced, she was already 30 years old. It was already a ridiculous dream for her to be a pilot.
Song Ci had learned the violin for 10 years. After the divorce, she became a composer and made a few songs for several movies. She was also the music arranger and instructor of the famous singer, Liang Bo, even winning a major music arrangement award.
There was once when Song Ci went to a convalescent hospital for a charity performance and actually saw Han Zhan again. At that time, Han Zhan had already lost his sight and couldn’t see anything, but he really liked to listen to Song Ci’s songs.
Han Zhan felt that he admired her work and invited her to perform at the convalescent hospital twice a month, which he would pay for.
Only then did Song Ci know that that convalescent hospital was actually founded by Han Zhan. It was a charity hospital and specially took care of those who were physically handicapped but had no money to go for treatment.
After a while, the two of them became good friends.
Song Ci remembered seeing Han Zhan three days before her death. At that time, Han Zhan told her to come on time the next time she came, as he had a secret to tell her. She asked what secret it was and Han Zhan said, “Since it’s a secret, I definitely can’t say it.”
Song Ci still didn’t know what that secret was.
Song Ci remembered grabbing a doctor’s hand before she died, and asking them to give her cornea to Han Zhan.
I wonder if Han Zhan had regained his sight…
Song Ci had suffered terribly during that marriage with Cheng Ziang. She was actually a little afraid of marriage. If she really had to choose a husband, Song Ci felt that that person must be Han Zhan.
Han Zhan was different. They were bound together in her previous life.
…
Inside the office lounge.
Han Zhan had just put on his fake fingers and was putting on his gloves, when he heard his cell phone vibrate. Han Zhan put on his gloves, before picking up his cell phone to unlock it.
Song Ci: Brother Han, I don’t wish to divorce you.
Han Zhan stared at his cell phone. His first reaction was suspicion.
What is she up to now?
Unable to guess what the young ladies were thinking now, Han Zhan thought for a moment and felt that he should tell Song Ci what he was thinking. He was already a mature adult and knew that he should speak his mind instead of hiding it.
Song Ci didn’t have the ability to read minds. How could she understand, if he didn’t tell her? It was impossible for that ingrate Song Ci to guess and understand his thoughts.
Song Ci was lost in thought as she thought about her previous life. It was only when Han Zhan sent a new message, that she snapped out of her trance.
She looked down and saw that Han Zhan had sent a very long message:
[Before yesterday, my evaluation of myself was that I am a rational and stable man. Although I am occasionally frivolous, I will never do anything absurd. But yesterday, you dragged me to the Ministry of Civil Affairs to register our marriage. I knew that this was too impulsive, but I still did it with you. Thinking back, I am somewhat shocked. After considering carefully, I think I should have a good impression of you. Perhaps your boldness attracted me, or perhaps your looks attracted me. Perhaps the good impression is not at the level of love, but Song Ci, for so many years, you’re the only one I have a good impression of.]
Han Zhan was still typing.
Moments later, a new message was sent.
]Han Zhan: I am 32 years old this year. Although I am well-to-do, I am handicapped and my love life has not been clean. I once said that I have been in a relationship for as long as five years. And Song Ci, although you have met many outstanding men, your love life has always been clean. In comparison, I don’t think I am worthy of you.
Song Ci was about to reply when Han Zhan sent another message.
Han Zhan: I am 10 years older than you, physically handicapped, and had a failed relationship. I am not very confident when facing you. This morning, you were still saying that you can’t bear to part with me after a year, and in the afternoon, you said in a flat tone that you will get a divorce after a year. I actually don’t understand what you are thinking.
Han Zhan: As a businessman, I am successful in many battles. As a man, I am a failure. Song Ci, I really want to try to get along with you, not as a collaborator, but as husband and wife.
Han Zhan’s chain of messages was finally over.
After sending them, Han Zhan heaved a sigh of relief. He had always wanted to tell Song Ci these words. Now that he finally said them, Han Zhan felt a sense of relief.
It was Song Ci’s first time seeing Han Zhan explain their relationship this seriously. She couldn’t help but feel slightly surprised. She had always thought that Han Zhan was just carrying out his end of their deal.
But she had misunderstood him.
Han Zhan was like warm water. Initially, he felt warm and comfortable, without any passion, but warm water would eventually become hot.
Song Ci thought about it seriously before replying to Han Zhan: From today onwards, let’s ditch that boring deal and try to embrace each other. Let’s… fall in love!
After sending this message, Song Ci felt slightly uneasy. She was afraid that Han Zhan would scold her for dreaming.
Han Zhan’s answer was surprising and concise: Okay.
Song Ci’s depressed mood was instantly soothed.
Seeing that Madam was finally smiling, Long Yu raised his brows again.
This woman’s mood was like a traffic light— red light for a while, then green and followed by yellow.
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Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
After resolving the misunderstanding with Han Zhan, Song Ci felt much better and suddenly didn’t feel like going home anymore. She got Long Yu to park the car beside a park, and she called Yan Jiang.
“Ah Jiang, where are you?”
Yan Jiang’s assistant answered the call. “Ms. Song, Brother Jiang has something on and is in a meeting. I will get him to call you back later.”
“Okay.”
Song Ci looked up and said to Long Yu, “I am not going home. I am going to meet a friend.”
“Okay, Madam.”
About 20 minutes later, Yan Jiang called. Song Ci picked up and asked him with a smile, “You were in a meeting just now? Is there a new drama?”
Yan Jiang sneered. “Bullsh*t.” His refined voice was especially interesting when he swore.
“Then what were you doing?”
Yan Jiang said in a low voice, “A female singer is returning to develop her career and is going to film a music video. She wants me to be the male lead.” With Yan Jiang’s popularity, being able to invite him to film a music video meant just how famous this singer was.
Song Ci asked curiously, “Who is so capable?”
“Du Xueyan.”
Song Ci was very surprised. “Oh my God, Du Xueyan, have you agreed?”
Yan Jiang replied, “I am considering.” Yan Jiang then asked Song Ci, “Oh yes, why did you call me at this time?”
“I want to visit your cat.”
]Yan Jiang turned to look at the group of executives beside him. He glanced at his watch and said to Song Ci, “Go to the cafe outside my villa and wait for me. I will be back in an hour.”
“Okay.”
Song Ci finished her cup of coffee and refilled it, before seeing Yan Jiang return. She carried the mocha that she had packed earlier and boarded Yan Jiang’s car.
Long Yu sat in the car and watched as Song Ci boarded Yan Jiang’s car. He felt very conflicted. Why did Madam board a stranger’s car?
Should I tell Master about it?
Long Yu was very hesitant.
Yan Jiang noticed a black Volvo parked at the side with a driver inside. He smiled and said, “This is Brother Han’s car, right? Is that the driver? Brother Han cares a lot about you.”
“Of course. My Brother Han is gentle, considerate and thrifty. There’s no one better than him in Wangdong City.” Song Ci bragged about Han Zhan without much thinking.
Yan Jiang raised his brows. “Stop flaunting, I don’t care.” He added, “That driver of yours, Brother Long, looks like Brother Monkey.”
Song Ci exchanged glances with him and laughed heartily. “I think so too. However, the bodyguard that Han Zhan found for me is definitely not as easy to bully as he looks.”
Yan Jiang agreed.
“Let me guess what your driver is thinking now.” Yan Jiang had one hand on the steering wheel and the other on his coffee cup. He put on a conflicted expression and said in a distressed manner, “Why did Ms. Song get into the car of a pretty boy? Is something happening outside? Should I tell Mr. Han?”
Song Ci couldn’t stop laughing at Yan Jiang’s antics. “Shut up.”
Amidst their banter, the car arrived at Yan Jiang’s doorstep. After parking the car, the two of them alighted.
In the distance, the camera flashed and the scene of the two of them returning home side by side was captured by the reporters.
After entering the house, Yan Jiang threw away the unfinished mocha. He changed his shoes and asked Song Ci, “What do you want to drink? Coffee or tea?”
“I don’t want to drink those. Is there a cold drink? Brother Han doesn’t even allow me to drink cold water and beverages.” Song Ci really wanted to drink some iced beverage. Han Zhan was good in all aspects, except for the fact that he liked to poke his nose into other people’s business.
“Yes.”
Yan Jiang made her a cup of kumquat lemonade with lots of ice. Song Ci took a few sips and smacked her lips in pleasure. She put down the cup and asked Yan Jiang impatiently, “Where did you hide my elder sister?”
A glint flashed across Yan Jiang’s eyes as he stammered, unable to utter a complete sentence.
Song Ci looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze. “Yan Jiang…” Song Ci thought of a possibility. She shot Yan Jiang a death glare and hurried upstairs to Yan Jiang’s master bedroom.
Song Ci pushed open the door to the master bedroom and saw Song Fei in deep sleep on Yan Jiang’s big bed.
Song Fei was wearing a yellow dress and lying on the right side of Yan Jiang’s bed. Her face looked slightly rosy; it looked like Yan Jiang had taken good care of her.
There was an IV stand on the right side of the bed. It was used for daily transfusions of nutrients to Song Fei. Song Ci heard Yan Jiang’s footsteps entering the room behind her. She turned and said fiercely to him, “If I see any bad marks on my elder sister’s body, I will definitely kill you!”
Both of them knew very well what a bad mark was.
“Turn around, no peeking!” Song Ci snapped at Yan Jiang.
Yan Jiang turned around obediently, looking very aggrieved.
Song Ci lifted Song Fei’s skirt and checked her body. After confirming that there were no ambiguous marks, Song Ci heaved a sigh of relief.
Yan Jiang explained softly from behind her. “I am not being disrespectful to her. I am just… afraid.” Yan Jiang turned to look at Song Fei’s sleeping face. “I will only feel at ease if she lies beside me and I can feel her heartbeat at night.”
]Hearing this, Song Ci was stunned. She noticed that her elder sister’s nails were neatly trimmed by Yan Jiang. Only then did she realize that her momentary agitation and suspecting that Yan Jiang’s had ill intentions was hurtful toward him.
Song Ci felt slightly guilty. “I’m sorry.” Song Ci sat by the bed like a little kid who had done something wrong. “I’m sorry, Ah Jiang. I shouldn’t have thought of you so badly. I just…”
I’m just too afraid of my sister being harmed.
Yan Jiang shook his head. “It’s okay.” He walked over and grabbed Song Fei’s slender arm. He said in a low voice, “Every night before I go to bed, I have to hold her arm and count the frequency of her pulses before I can fall asleep.”
“You might not know.”
“Hmm?” Song Ci looked at Yan Jiang in confusion. “What don’t I know?”
Yan Jiang said, “Actually, I am very afraid of the dark. I always suffer from insomnia at night. All these years, I have never had a full night’s sleep.” As a result of insomnia, Yan Jiang always stayed up all night and would never go to bed to rest, until he could barely open his eyes.
Song Ci always knew that Yan Jiang had a habit of suffering from insomnia. Thinking of his childhood, she couldn’t help but frown. “Is it because of Grandma Yan?” That year, when Grandma Yan had a lung disease, she had hung herself from the beam of her room one night, in order not to burden Yan Jiang.
Yan Jiang had woken up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet. He had been so petrified and hopelessly terrified by that scene.
Yan Jiang nodded gently. His eyes were unfocused as he said, “When the sky turns dark, I will always see Grandma hanging by the door. So many years have passed and I will never forget it.”
Night was long and unbearable for Yan Jiang.
A hint of fragility appeared on Yan Jiang’s handsome face, making Song Ci’s heart ache. “Have you considered going to see a psychiatrist?” Song Ci felt that Yan Jiang couldn’t continue like this. Perhaps a psychiatrist could counsel him.