Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

For the homeless, 500,000 is a fatal temptation. What's more, the object is a beautiful woman who is alluring.

It's really the best of both worlds.

A violent storm suddenly erupted in Han Zhan's eyes, dark and terrifying. The muscles all over his body tightened suddenly, and the fingers that pinched Song Ci also increased.

Song Ci was pinched so that her arm hurt, but she didn't stop Han Zhan. Thanks to the pain, her mind was still clear and her mood was still calm. Song Ci said: "That day, in retrospect, was really scary."

Han Zhan felt a violent feeling in his heart, and wanted to tear the guy named Cheng Ziang out of his hatred.

Song Ci's eyes flickered, as if she had returned to that night again. She kept saying in her voice, "It's very painful and desperate. No matter what I call, the people downstairs pretend not to hear."

Han Zhan suddenly roared, "Enough!" Song Ci kept saying, "Han Zhan, I have 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 unease and pain.

Her voice showed a hint of fear: "The knife was hidden under my bedsheet. The first time I killed someone, because I had no experience and didn't grasp the strength, the dagger pierced through the dirty man's neck. Deep, when the arteries were ruptured, blood flowed to my face, and for the first time I knew that human blood can be so red, so hot, and so disgusting."

"When that man died, his clothes were disheveled. He never imagined that he was killed by me before he could taste it." Song Ci sneered, opened his eyes, his eyes were cold and arrogant, and his face was arrogant, "No Look at what kind of thing he is, even if I, Song Ci, rolled into the quagmire, even if I was covered in mud, it's not something that can be touched!"

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

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

Song Ci is like a tidbit floating in the wind, and he has found a place to stay, and he no longer has to worry about the wind and rain. Her body gradually relaxed, slumped in Han Zhan's arms, tears finally slid down the end of her eyes and down 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 dumbly, "Han Zhan, hug me."

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

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

Having suffered so much humiliation, Song Ci will definitely not let Cheng Ziang go. Han Zhan also supports Song Ci's revenge, but he does not allow Song Ci to lose himself on the road of revenge.

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

Han Zhan was silent for a few seconds before he said, "No, what I want to tell you is that the hardships, injuries, and humiliation you have suffered should be repaid in multiples. There is no reason for you to be hurt. I want you to forgive me."

He looked at Song Ci's tearful eyes and sighed, "I advise you to let go of your hatred, but who would advise them to let you go?" To persuade people to let go of the slaughtering knife and hatred, that is what the Virgin God should do. Han Zhan doesn't want to be Song Ci's god, he just wants to be Song Ci's husband.

Add clothes to her when she is cold.

Cook for her when she's hungry.

When she was humiliated, avenge her.

Song Ci's head rested on Han Zhan's shoulder, and when he heard what he said, he finally felt at ease. After a while, when her mood calmed down, Song Ci pushed Han Zhan away. She lowered her head to straighten her skirt and said, "If you don't get off the bus, you'll be late."

"Let's go then."

The two got out of the car back and forth, held hands, and walked towards the gate of Cheng's house.

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

A well-known lady who knew Song Ci came to greet her, "Song Song, are you here too?" The speaker who came to speak was a daughter born in a scholarly family named Zheng Suyue.

She was wearing an off-white embroidered dress with long hair. She was not too elegant, but she was also dignified and elegant.

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

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

The story of Song Ci marrying an unknown person has long been known to everyone in Dongcheng, 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 alumnus." Han Zhan nodded to Zheng Suyue, stretched out his gloved right hand, shook Zheng Suyue, and quickly released it.

Noticing that Han Zhan's right hand was wearing a glove, Zheng Suyue believed that the rumor was true, Song Ci's husband was really a man with a handicapped hand. Although she was confused as to why Song Ci would marry such a disabled man, Zheng Suyue was not a person who was worried about eating radishes and didn't ask.

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

"it is good."

The security guards stood at the gate, discreetly and respectfully checking the invitations of every guest who came. The three handed the invitation letter and passed the security check before going deep into the Cheng Family Manor together.

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

The building of the Cheng family's house is a few years old, and there are traces of the years everywhere, but the traces not only do not look old, but instead give people a sense of the rich and long history of the Cheng family.

The Cheng family's mansion is not large, and one main building occupies two-thirds of the area. Behind the main building are three townhouse-style villa buildings. Song Ci and Cheng Ziang lived in the villa building on the left in his last life.

The main building is three-storey high, built with a cylinder, and the top of the castle 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 president of Wangdong University."

Han Zhan said, "I've seen his grandfather, he's a writer."

While whispering, Song Ci saw Mu Mian and Mu Qiu, but she didn't see Du Tingting. She might have aggravated morning sickness, so she was not suitable to attend this kind of place.