Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

When Han Wangwang was a girl, he also fantasized about being proposed to when he grew up. She imagined being proposed to in a romantic setting surrounded by roses and pink balloons. She also imagined being proposed to in the mountains and by the river. But she never imagined that she would be formally proposed to in a boxing ring, a boxing ring where Jiang Zhen had shed blood and shed tears.

Such a proposal ceremony moved her more than roses.

It is said that love has a shelf life. During the shelf life, all the promises made to each other are just promises. After the shelf life, all the vows made to each other are just lies.

But at this moment, Han Wangwang believed that Jiang Zhen's words were 100% true.

Han Wangwang was so moved that she couldn't stop crying. She stretched out her left hand and said with a choked voice: "I do."

Hearing Han Wangwang's affirmative answer, Jiang Zhen breathed a sigh of relief. He hugged Han Wangwang, and after his heartbeat gradually returned to normal, he put the ring on Han Wangwang's middle finger.

After the proposal was successful, both of them took a shower and put on clean clothes for the date. After lunch, the two went home. Lin Jiao'e saw the ring on Han Wangwang's finger. She smiled and said, "Were you proposed?"

Han Wangwang blushed and nodded, telling his mother: "I said yes."

Lin Jiao'e rolled her eyes, "You will definitely say yes." She took her daughter's hand and looked at the ring carefully. She said, "This ring looks very expensive."

The diamond was a dazzling red diamond, about two carats in size. As we all know, red diamonds are the rarest and most expensive diamonds among colored diamonds. They were once sold in New York for US$920,000 per carat.

The diamond ring on Han Wangwang's hand is worth a lot of money in terms of diamonds alone. What's more, it was designed and made by Jiang Zhen at the request of Carlo, a world-famous jewelry designer, which makes it even more meaningful.

Han Wangwang guessed that this ring might be of extraordinary value, and suddenly his hand felt like it was no longer a hand, and he felt trembling even while wearing it. She said: "I'd better take it off. In my job, I often go out to collect evidence. Don't let a ring cause trouble."

This is what Lin Jiao'e cares about. She just saw this ring and wanted to say this. But thinking that young girls love to be beautiful, and Han Wangwang had just been proposed to, I originally planned to wait until Han Wangwang calmed down before telling her.

Seeing that Han Wangwang also thought about this, Lin Jiao'e felt relieved. "Take it off and wear it at home or when you go out to play. Didn't Jiang Zhen propose to you once before? Just wear that ring and keep it low-key."

Before Jiang Weimin's accident, Jiang Zhen went to Nanxing City alone and left a ring for Han Wangwang before leaving. Han Wangwang mentioned this matter during heart-to-heart talks with Lin Jiao'e these days.

Hearing this, she nodded and said, "That's fine."

Before the lunch break, Han Wangwang told Jiang Zhen about this, "Jiang Zhen, I will wear the same ring at work from now on. This ring must be very expensive, and it is not safe to wear it when walking outside."

Jiang Zhen understood that Han Wangwang's consideration was right and did not refuse, "I didn't think it through properly, so I'll do as you say."

The two stayed at Han's house for another night and returned early the next morning.

They boarded the flight back to Wangdongcheng before dawn. When the plane arrived at Wangjiangshan Airport, it was only 6:40 in the morning.

Mai Yingge drove Jiang Zhen's Maserati to pick them up. "Mr. Jiang! Boss lady!" Mai Yingge stood beside the car and waved to Han Wangwang and the others.

Han Wangwang had met Mai Yingge before and knew that Miss Black Pearl was Jiang Zhen's loyal subordinate. After observing for a while, she was relieved that Mai Yingge had no sexual feelings towards Jiang Zhen.

When Han Wangwang came back this time, she was Jiang Zhen's official fiancée, and she could also be called the boss's wife. After getting in the car, Han Wangwang gave Mai Yingge a box of sausages.

The sausage is packed in an insulated box and can be eaten after opening it.

Mai Yingge ate one piece and bit into a peppercorn, and immediately stopped touching the second piece. Mai Yingge sent the two of them downstairs of Hongzheng Law Firm, and went to Bihai Law Firm opposite to find Wei Xingxing.

After Mai Yingge left, Jiang Zhen said to Han Wangwang: "You go to work first, and I will deliver the things to Junjun. In the evening, you go to my house and we will treat Junjun to dinner."

"Okay!"

Lin Jiao'e and the others prepared a lot of food for Han Junjun. Han Wangwang was a wage earner and had to work, so he had to ask Jiang Zhen to drive to deliver things to Han Junjun.

Han Junjun knew Jiang Zhen was coming, so he didn't attend the second open class in the morning.

He stood downstairs in the dormitory and waited for a while, then saw Jiang Zhen's car.

Jiang Zhen parked his car downstairs in the dormitory building. As soon as he got out of the car, Han Junjun hugged his neck. "Brother." After learning that his parents agreed with Jiang Zhen and his sister, Han Junjun changed his tune and directly called Jiang Zhen brother.

Jiang Zhen hummed, took out a box full of delicious food from the car, and handed it to Han Junjun. "If you have nothing to do tonight, come to my place for a meal. Your sister and I have not officially invited you to my house as a guest."

Han Junjun said: "It's okay, I'll go tonight."

"Okay, just send me what you like to eat on WeChat and I'll buy it in the afternoon."

"Okay."

Han Junjun carried the box of snacks and stared at Jiang Zhen bending down behind the trunk to sort things. Jiang Zhen's cool appearance as a man disguised as a woman flashed through his mind. Looking at the tall man in front of him, he always felt inconsistent. .

No matter how ridiculous it is, it's true.

"Brother Jiang."

Jiang Zhen heard Han Junjun calling him and looked back at him, "What's wrong?"

Han Junjun smiled calmly at him and said, "I can't help but target you everywhere in the past. I hope you will be nicer to my sister in the future."

Jiang Zhen smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will be good to her."

"Dad said in the group that you are getting married at the end of the year. Congratulations."

"Thanks."

Jiang Zhen still didn't talk much, but Han Junjun had long been accustomed to his behavior, so he got used to it. After watching Jiang Zhen drive away, he returned to the dormitory carrying snacks.

Back in the dormitory, everyone was there. As soon as he opened the suitcase containing snacks, the other three roommates rushed over like hungry wolves, grabbed several boxes of packed food, and quickly got into his bed.

While eating, he even said in an extravagant manner: "Han Che, the chicken feet made by your mother are so good. They are spicy, numb, and soft and boneless. What kind of gods are these!"

Han Junjun stared at the three or four boxes of braised food left in the box, glared at these guys fiercely, and then sighed: "It's not a good idea to make friends!"

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The summer in Rome is never too hot. At night, Song Ci wore a black polka-dot tea dress and walked in the courtyard of the Esecilio Manor. The thong-toed sandals under her feet made a clicking sound.

She felt a little cold and couldn't help rubbing her arms with her hands.

Suddenly, a gauze shawl fell on her shoulders.

Song Ci tightened her shawl and looked up to see Cecilio's handsome face with a cold, arrogant and arrogant expression. "Brother."

Cecilio nodded. There was a hurdle in front of him, and he stretched out his hand towards Song Ci. "The ground is slippery, please be careful." Song Ci didn't show any pretense, holding Cecilio's hand and crossing the bridge.

Cecilio's estate was not in the city of Rome, but on the edge of a lake called Bracciano. In fact, almost no wealthy people here live in urban areas. They all like to build their own villas in small towns or mountainous areas with beautiful surroundings.

Lake Bracciano is one of the cleanest lakes in Italy and an important source of drinking water. Standing in Cecilio's manor, you can see the world-famous Otiscachi Castle in the distance.

This castle is the most expensive castle in Italy for weddings. The wedding of Cecilio and Su Huanyan will be held in this castle. Song Ci and Han Zhan came here this time. In addition to seeing COCO for their birthdays, the other thing they wanted to do was attend Cecilio's wedding.

While walking, Song Ci asked Cecilio: "Didn't you originally not want to prepare for the wedding? Why did you change your mind again?"

Cecilio told her: "One day I passed by that castle and happened to see a couple holding a wedding there. I went to their wedding with gifts. At the wedding, the groom saw the bride wearing a wedding dress and was instantly moved. I shed tears. At that moment, I suddenly had an idea, an idea."

The corners of Cecilio's mouth raised, his smile was shallow but full of happiness. He said: "I have seen her in many ways, but I have never seen her in a wedding dress. While I am still young, I want to give us an unforgettable wedding. When we are old, we will only feel fulfilled when we talk about our youth."

Cecilio usually doesn't talk much, but he is actually a very romantic person, and everything he says and thinks makes people feel romantic.

Song Ci heard Cecilio's words and followed his explanation to imagine the scene he described. Song Ci suddenly felt satisfied after imagining that when she was old, she would sit in the yard with her wife and look through the photo albums of her life, while discussing the scenes at that time.

"you're right."

After walking for a while, Cecilio asked Song Ci if he wanted to take a rest.

When Song Ci saw that all the camellias in the yard were in full bloom, he sat down. Cecilio put his hand on her belly, feeling the movement of the child in her belly, and said, "He's kicking me."

Song Ci laughed out loud, "He was greeting uncle." Song Ci asked Cecilio: "Are you and Huanyan planning to have another child?"

Cecilio shook his head, "I have no plans to have three children for the time being."

He said three children.

It seems that he regards the program as his biological son.

Song Ci was happy for Su Huanyan. It seemed that her eldest brother was really good to Huanyan. "It's pretty good. We have both children."

"yes."

Cecilio wanted to smoke a cigar, so he sat on another bench and smoked a cigar at a distance. The wind blows from Song Ci's side to Cecilio's side, so the smell of smoke will never reach Song Ci's side.

This brother is as careful as his hair.

Cecilio took a puff of his cigar and suddenly said: "Why didn't Ajean come?"

Song Ci smiled and said, "Maybe you are afraid that if he comes, you will tie him up in Italy and prevent him from going back?"

Cecilio smiled, his smile also looked aloof and scary. He shook his head and sighed: "He doesn't want to stay. Even if I lock him, he can still find a way to open the lock."

"That's right. The decoration work of his orphanage has been completed in the past few days. I want to decorate and ventilate it as soon as possible. The kindergarten will be officially opened next year to welcome the children home."

Song Ci told Cecilio: "He will not be absent from your wedding."

Cecilio said: "He has longed for a family since he was a child. He grew up with me, but because of his father, he has never regarded this place as his home." Speaking of this, Cecilio couldn't help but feel a little melancholy. "That kid has an obsession with home." Because he doesn't have a home, he wants to build a home for all the orphans in the world and be the father of all the orphans. This is Arang's dream.

"Among the four of us brothers and sisters, Arang is the most merciful. When he was baptized as a child, he was the only one who sacrificed his own leg in order to spare the innocent sacrificer. So my father was extremely disappointed with him, so he tortured him twice as much." The more Edward tortured Agen, the deeper Agen's desire for home became.

After Edward's death, Agen was finally free and free. How could he stupidly jump back into the cage that originally imprisoned him?

"That's right." Cecilio seemed to have remembered something. He crossed his legs, glanced at Song Ci, and said, "Koleiman hasn't been in good health lately."

Cecilio can use the words "not good" to describe it. Obviously Coleman's physical condition is very bad. Song Ci felt sour in her heart when she thought of that poor Coleman. "What's up with him?"

"My ears are deaf and my eyes are going blind."

Song Ci's movements of stroking her abdomen suddenly froze.

As a piano master, his ears, eyes and fingers are the most important things for Coleman. Being deaf and blind at the same time, can Coleman bear it?

"I heard that he committed suicide last week. He was discovered by his assistant and sent to the hospital in time." Cecilio broke the burning cigar in the middle. He walked to Song Ci with half of the cigar and sat down, raising his hand. Patting Song Ci on the shoulder, he said, "If it weren't for our father, Coleman and our mother would have been a perfect match for each other."

"Xiao Ci, Coleman is autistic. No one can enter his heart, but he may be able to listen to a few words of your words. If you are willing, you can go and see him."

Whether Coleman lives or dies has no effect on Cecilio. They haven't even met or spoken a word.

But Cecilio knew the connection between Song Ci and Clayman. Song Ci's existence would be discovered by Edward precisely because she starred in Coleman's autobiography. Song Ci's ability to gain Coleman's approval shows that Coleman treats her differently.

Cecilio heard about this from Count Ace. After Count Ace woke up, his whole appearance changed drastically. Although he was still the crazy Count Ace, he had two more beloved things. .

1. He fell in love with a woman.

2. He fell in love with the piano and regarded Coleman as his lifelong idol.

Cecilio and Earl Ace would occasionally get together to have a cup of tea and chat. The last time they met, Count Ace told Cecilio about his idol Coleman's almost death. Cecilio remembered it today and casually told Song Ci.

Thinking of Coleman's situation, Song Ci felt very uncomfortable. She asked, "Is Coleman still living in France?"

"People with autism will not move easily." Coleman has no shortage of fame, wealth, and money, but he has always lived in the small house where he lived with his mother.

I have never moved in all these years.

Song Ci said: "After the wedding is over, I will go and see him."

"Who are you going to see?" Han Zhan's voice sounded from the other end of the tea garden.

Song Ci and Cecilio looked up at the other end of the garden and saw a man standing tall and proud under the street lamp. Cecilio shook his head and laughed, and said, "The man who almost became your father-in-law is sick."

Han Zhan felt baffled when he heard this.

The man who almost became his father-in-law?

Who is that?

Cecilio got up and left first. Han Zhan walked to where Cecilio was sitting before and sat down next to Song Ci. Seeing Song Ci's lonely expression, he squeezed her hand and asked, "Who are you talking about?"

"Talk about Coleman."

Han Zhan suddenly realized.

It turned out that we were talking about my mother-in-law's first boyfriend, who was indeed the man who almost became his father-in-law.

"What happened to Coleman?"

Song Ci truthfully informed Han Zhan of Coleman's condition, "deaf and blind."

"He is a piano master, but he is deaf and blind." Han Zhan felt terrible when he thought about what the consequences would be.

"Kleiman tried to commit suicide last week." Song Ci leaned on Han Zhan's shoulder. She said: "Kleiman is an autistic patient. He only loves three things in his life. One is the piano, the other is his biological mother, and the third is... My mother. After my mother passed away, he never took it for the rest of his life and was never tempted again."

"Now that he is deaf and blind, and can no longer play the piano, he will naturally feel despair and suffering. Coleman, who can no longer play the piano, has lost his desire to live."

"Han Zhan." Song Ci raised her head and glanced at him. She had already made up her mind. She said, "I have to go see him."

Han Zhan subconsciously refused, "No."

"Why?" Song Ci didn't expect that Han Zhan would disagree.

Han Zhan put his arm around her shoulders and said, "That bad old man is obsessed with your mother. Do you think someone like him will treat you like a daughter, or will you still be your beloved woman?"

Han Zhan couldn't figure out what Clayman was thinking, saying that he would never allow Song Ci to go to Clayman.

Song Ci couldn't laugh or cry. "He doesn't have that kind of interest in me."

"But I won't allow you to go to another man." The thirty-five-year-old Han Zhan turned into an eighteen-year-old boy at this moment, and his jealousy was so overwhelming.

Song Ci looked at Han Zhan deeply for a moment and then said: "In that case, you go with me. We will go to see COCO tomorrow, and then go to France. You come with me to see Coleman, and he and I will be under your eyes." You can rest assured that you can move around under the bed, right?"

Han Zhan: "."

"You." What else could he do but agree. "I came with you on vacation, so why don't you drag me to accompany a bad old man?" Han Zhan complained, but he admired Song Ci even more in his heart.

He loved Song Ci's affectionate and righteous appearance.

"I want to go to bed." Song Ci wanted to get up, but Han Zhan grabbed his wrist again.

Song Ci lowered his head and asked Han Zhan. "Want to sit down for a while?"

Han Zhan winked at her and said, "Today is your birthday. You are 25 years old."

Hearing this, Song Ci quickly extended her right hand to Han Zhan, "Where's the birthday gift?"

Han Zhan smiled mysteriously and said, "Turn around."

Song Ci quickly turned around with anticipation.

Han Zhan started counting, and when he reached ten, he said, "You can turn around."

Song Ci turned around and found that the top four buttons of Han Zhan's shirt had been undone, exposing the left side of his chest. On the skin of his left chest, there is a tattoo of a little girl playing the violin.

The tattoo was obviously freshly applied, and the skin was red. Song Ci looked at the picture with a complicated expression. She was a little helpless and a little moved. "You haven't shown up since you got off the plane, so you got this tattoo?"

Han Zhan nodded, "Well, I'll tattoo your most beautiful face on my chest so that you can become one with me. Do you like this gift?"

Song Ci reached out and touched the picture and said with a smile: "It seems that only teenagers would do such a thing."

Han Zhan frowned, "Do you dislike me for being naive?"

Song Ci chuckled, hugged Han Zhan, and said, "No, I don't dislike you for being naive. I love your impulsiveness and passion for me." She could make a thirty-five-year-old man do what he did for her as a teenager. How could she dislike something that only young people would do?

"I like it." Song Ci lowered his head and kissed the tattoo, then extended his right hand to Han Zhan, "Give me a visible gift."

She's just so realistic.

Han Zhan was already prepared and took out the gift he had prepared from his pants pocket. The gift was packed in a small rectangular box, and Song Ci suspected that it contained gems or something like that.

She opened the box, and when she saw the contents in the box, her eyes were slightly stunned, and soon her vision became blurry. Tears fell on the things in the box. Song Ci raised his head and asked Han Zhan: "How did you find this thing?"

Inside the box is an ancient black wood hairpin. This hairpin was carved by Nangongxian himself more than 600 years ago as a gift to Dugu Jie. In the year when the gift was given, Dugu Jie was still just the prince and had not yet ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor.

The last time Nangongxian saw this hairpin was in the palace of Taiping Emperor Dugu Jie.

That year, all the ministers in the court forced Emperor Taiping to establish a queen. But Emperor Taiping had a certain person in his heart, and he refused to establish himself as a queen no matter what. In his heart, only Nangongxian can sit in the back seat!

When Nangong Xian sees Dugu Jie, he will arouse public outrage. If he does not establish a queen, he will definitely arouse people's criticism. If chaos breaks out, then she and Dugu Jie will both be sinners. After Nangong Xian entered the palace to persuade Dugu Jie to stand up, Dugu Jie made a request, asking her to accompany him to bed.

Nangongxian woke up that morning and found the black wood hairpin under Dugujie's pillow.

That was the last time Nangongxian saw the hairpin.

That night, she slept with him all night without getting any rest. He bullied her like crazy, leaving red marks one after another on her body.

She slept with him for one night, in exchange for a piece of imperial edict the next day.

More than six hundred years have passed, and those things belonging to Dugu Jie, whether well-preserved or damaged, should be put into the Cultural Relics Bureau.

Song Ci stroked the hairpin, and the emotions belonging to Nangong Xian filled her mind. She lowered her head and said with tears: "Your Majesty." When she opened her mouth, Song Ci realized that she had made a slip of the tongue. She shook her head and said again: "It has been six hundred years, and this hairpin is still intact."

Han Zhan was in a daze when he heard the voice of your majesty.

He took Song Ci's hand and told him: "Back then, Sheng'er embalmed this hairpin and put it in my tomb together with other burial objects. This thing has been kept in the Cultural Relics Bureau since it was unearthed, and I also passed it through It was only through Friday that I got back what belongs to me.”

"Sheng'er is a good boy." If he is reincarnated, I hope Sheng'er will find a good family in the next life.

Han Zhan took out the hairpin and said, "I don't have long hair now, so this hairpin can only be used by you." There is no distinction between men and women. Han Zhan wanted to tie Song Ci's hair, but he couldn't. Found that I can't.

He held the hairpin and sighed: "I remember that at that time, the husband had to insert the hairpin of a woman after marriage." He glanced at Song Ci with some resentment, with regret on his face, "But I, from now on I never had the chance to insert a hairpin for you."

"I felt very regretful at that time. I really hoped that in the next life I could be born into an ordinary family, have a free marriage, and not have to bear the ups and downs of the entire country." Although I suffered a bit in childhood in this life, I finally fulfilled my wish in the second half of my life.

Song Ci felt very uncomfortable, so she said, "Come, let me teach you." Song Ci took Han Zhan's left hand and taught him how to tie his hair into a bun with a hairpin.

Han Zhan silently memorized the instructions and said, "From now on, tie your hair up every day. I want to insert a hairpin for you."

Song Ci curled her lips and muttered: "No, you don't feel tired if you wear your hair tied up every day. Wave shawls are popular now. How can a person like me, who is at the forefront of fashion, wear my hair tied up every day?" As he spoke, Song Ci Then he saw Han Zhan's eyes become dangerous.

She swallowed silently and said in a low voice: "Then, let's do it." At worst, she would change her hairstyle when Han Zhan went to work.

"Let's go back."

Han Zhan took Song Ci back to the house. As they walked on the road, Song Ci pouted and complained in a dull voice: "You didn't even sing happy birthday to me. Wish me a happy birthday."

"No cake." Han Zhan said.

Song Ci: "Then you have to sing too!"

Han Zhan had nothing to do with her.

When he reached another street lamp, Han Zhan stopped and picked off a branch from the green jungle in the garden. He squatted on the ground, drew a round cake shape in the dirt on the roadside, and then drew a candle on the cake, with 25 years old written on it.

Putting down the branch, Han Zhan stood up, clapped his hands, and sang softly with his beautiful violin voice: "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to Ci Bao."

Song Ci covered her mouth and kept laughing, making Han Zhan's face turn red.

"Okay, let's go back to the house. We sang songs and received gifts. I had a very happy birthday." Song Ci and Han Zhan returned to the room, and she went to take a shower first.

She put on her nightgown and sat on the sofa to make a video call with Han Miao and Han Jun.

At this time, it was still afternoon in Wangdongcheng.

Han Jun and Han Miao had just finished lunch, and they were learning how to express emotions with their early education teacher. The video was connected to a TV, and Song Ci's appearance appeared on the big TV.

The two sisters were at home, both wearing home-style suspender tops and a pair of lantern-length pants. "Mom!" They both called mom, and then Han Miao told Song Ci: "Let's dance and give it to you!"

"good!"

Han Jun and Han Miao knew that their mother's birthday was coming, so they rehearsed the dance in advance. The sisters stood barefoot on the carpet and danced awkwardly. While dancing, she also sang Happy Birthday in a milky voice.

Song Ci laughed while recording the screen.

"Mom, happy birthday!" Han Miao blew a kiss to Song Ci, while Han Jun stood in front of the TV seriously and said with a serious expression: "Mom, happy birthday."

Song Ci smiled and said with tears in her eyes, "Thank you, dears, I'm very happy."

Han Miao then asked: "Mom, when will you come back?"

"There's still half a month left."

Han Miao asked: "How many days is half a month?"

Song Ci: "15 days."

Han Miao stretched her fingers and counted to ten. Then she realized that she didn't have enough fingers, so she asked Han Jun to stretch out a hand. She counted to 15 and immediately shouted: "No, no, I have to wait for three more hands before mom comes back!"

This is too long!

"I want my mother to come back now!" The children have grown up and are no longer the ignorant babies they were when they were young. They start to have troubles with their mothers.

Han Jun stared at Song Ci with her bright eyes, and she said, "Mom, we also want to go to our uncle's house."

Song Ci looked at her daughters and immediately softened her heart. "Okay, I'll ask Dong Yang to send you here."

Han Zhan walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel and heard Song Ci say: "Han Zhan, I miss the children a little. I asked Yan Qingxiu to send them over tomorrow."

Han Zhan glanced at her meaningfully, his eyes full of emotion.

Han Zhan knew that Song Ci was young, playful, hated trouble, and had not yet fully devoted herself to her role as a mother. The children were noisy, and bringing them here would definitely affect Song Ci's mood, so when he came to Italy this time, Han Zhan didn't take the initiative to bring the children together.

But now that Song Ci took the initiative to bring it up, Han Zhan was naturally happy. Han Zhan raised his hand, rubbed Song Ci's head, and sighed: "Our Ci Bao is becoming more and more like a qualified and excellent mother."

Song Ci: "."

I always felt that this was not a compliment to her.