Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Chapter 113: Han Zhan, I have killed people

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For the homeless, half a million is a fatal temptation. What's more, the object is still a beautiful woman who can overwhelm the country and the city.

It's really the best of both worlds.

Han Zhan's eyes suddenly set off a violent storm, dark and frightening. The muscles all over his body tensed up suddenly, and he tightened his grip on Song Ci's fingers.

Song Ci's arm hurt from being pinched, but he didn't stop Han Zhan. Thanks to the pain, her thinking is still clear and her mood is still calm. Song Ci said: "That day, in retrospect, was really scary."

A sense of violence arose in Han Zhan's heart, and he wanted to tear that guy named Cheng Ziang to vent his hatred.

Song Ci's eyes wandered, as if she had returned to that night again, and she continued to say in a continuous voice: "It's very painful, very desperate, no matter what I call, the people downstairs pretend not to hear."

Han Zhan suddenly growled, "Enough!" Song Ci kept on saying, "Han Zhan, I've killed people before."

Han Zhan took a deep breath.

Song Ci closed her eyes, recalling that dark day, her eyelashes could not help but tremble slightly, revealing her inner anxiety and pain.

Her voice was full of fear: "The knife is hidden under my bed sheet. It was the first time I killed someone. Because I was inexperienced and couldn't grasp the strength, the dagger pierced through the neck of that dirty man. It was very deep Deep, when the artery ruptured, the blood flowed to my face, and it was the first time I knew that human blood could be so red, so hot, and so disgusting.”

"When the man died, his clothes were disheveled. He never thought of it. I killed him before he tasted it." Song Ci sneered, and opened his eyes with cold and haughty eyes, "No Look at what kind of guy he is, even if I, Song Ci, rolled into the quagmire, even if I was covered in mud, I'm not the kind of thing to touch!"

"Stop talking!" Han Zhan leaned over suddenly, pinched Song Ci's chin with his fingers, and blocked her lips tightly.

Song Ci closed her eyes, her body was tense because of panic, fear and anger, and her whole body was like a stone sculpture. Han Zhan's breath warmed Song Ci's whole body along his mouth.

Song Ci is like a tidbit floating in the wind, and has found a place to stay, and no longer has to worry about heavy wind and rain. Her body gradually relaxed, limp in Han Zhan's arms, tears finally slid down the back of her eyes and onto her neck.

Finding Song Ci finally relaxed, Han Zhan finally let go of her.

Through the dim light, Han Zhan saw the fragile and helpless look on Song Ci's face. She fixed her eyes on Han Zhan, squeezed his arm tightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Han Zhan, hug me."

Wiping away Song Ci's tears, Han Zhan held her in his arms.

Feeling sorry for her in his heart, Han Zhan couldn't help kissing her hair, and comforted her: "Song Ci, we can settle our hatred one by one, but you have to promise me, don't be blinded by hatred."

After suffering so much humiliation, Song Ci would definitely not let Cheng Ziang go. Han Zhan also supported Song Ci's revenge, but he did not allow Song Ci to lose himself on the road of revenge.

Hearing this, Song Ci was surprised. She said: "I thought you were going to tell me that everything is in the past, now I am safe, I should let go of the past and cherish the present."

Han Zhan remained silent for a few seconds before saying: "No, what I want to tell you is that the hardships you have suffered, the injuries you have suffered, and the humiliation you have suffered should be repaid back in multiples. It makes no sense that you have been hurt. I will return it to you." I want you to forgive me."

He looked at Song Ci's tear-filled eyes and sighed, "I advise you to let go of your hatred, so who will persuade them to let you go?" Persuading people to put down their butcher knife and hatred is what the Holy Mother of God should do. Han Zhan doesn't want to be Song Ci's god, he just wants to be Song Ci's husband.

When she is cold, add clothes for her.

When she's hungry, cook for her.

When she was humiliated, avenge her.

Song Ci rested his head on Han Zhan's shoulder, and finally felt at ease when he heard his words. After a while, after her mood calmed down, Song Ci pushed Han Zhan away. She lowered her head and straightened her skirt, saying, "If you don't get out of the car, you will be late."

"Then let's go."

The two got out of the car back and forth, arm in arm, and walked towards the gate of Cheng Zhai.

Song Ci and Han Zhan came hand in hand, and their beautiful looks attracted the attention of the guests outside the gate as soon as they appeared.

A lady from a famous family who knew Song Ci came over to greet her, "Song Song, are you here too?" The person who came to speak was a daughter of a scholarly family named Zheng Suyue.

She was wearing an off-white embroidered dress with long hair. She didn't look very beautiful, but she was also dignified and elegant.

Song Ci smiled at her and said, "Su Yue, long time no see."

Zheng Suyue naturally also knew about Song Ci's marriage, but her good family upbringing allowed her to maintain an elegant and generous demeanor when facing the unknown Han Zhan. Zheng Suyue faced Han Zhan with a smile, and said to Song Ci, "This must be your husband, Mr. Han. I have seen his photos."

The fact that Song Ci married an unknown soldier has long been known to everyone in Wangdong City, so there is no need for Zheng Suyue to pretend not to know Han Zhan.

Song Ci nodded, and said to Han Zhan: "Miss Zheng is my friend and a high school alumni." Han Zhan nodded to Zheng Suyue, stretched out his gloved right hand, shook Zheng Suyue's hand, and quickly released it.

Noticing that Han Zhan's right hand was wearing a glove, Zheng Suyue thought that the rumors were true, Song Ci's husband was really a man with a handicap. Although confused about why Song Ci would marry such a disabled man, Zheng Suyue was not a caring personality, so she didn't ask.

"Go in together?" Zheng Suyue asked Song Ci.

"good."

The security personnel stood at the gate, carefully and respectfully checking the invitation letters of every guest who came. The three of them handed over the invitation letter, passed through the security check, and then went deep into Cheng's manor together.

At the gate, green shade climbs the wall, and two mighty stone lions are carved lifelike and majestic.

The buildings of the Cheng family's house are quite old, and there are traces of the years everywhere, but these traces not only do not look old, but give people a sense of the richness and long history of the Cheng family.

The Cheng family's house does not occupy a large area, and the main building occupies two-thirds of the area. Behind the main building are three villa buildings in a row style. Song Ci lived in the villa building on the left with Cheng Ziang in her previous life.

The main building is three stories high, with a cylinder and a castle roof. It is the main place for gatherings and banquets.

Walking into the banquet hall, Zheng Suyue met a friend and separated from Song Ci. As soon as she left, Song Ci turned to Han Zhan and said, "Zheng Suyue's grandfather is the principal of Wangdong University."

Han Zhan said, "I have met his grandfather, he is a great writer."

While whispering, Song Ci saw Mu Mian and Mu Qiu, but Du Tingting was nowhere to be seen. She might have aggravated morning sickness and was not suitable for such a place.

(end of this chapter)