Chapter 65 - Blame It On My Good Looks
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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
nThe two of them took the lift to the company cafeteria on the 7th level. When Li Li pressed the lift button, he glanced at Han Zhan’s right hand again.
nRecalling those nosy and disgusting comments about Han Zhan’s right hand on the forum, Li Li felt slightly unhappy. He remained silent the entire time. Just as the lift was about to reach the ninth floor, he suddenly asked, “Mr. Han, your hand…”
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nLi Li couldn’t continue.
nHe carefully sized up Han Zhan’s reaction. Han Zhan would never remove his glove in public, showing that his handicapped right hand would always be a pain in his heart. Li Li couldn’t bear to poke at Han Zhan’s wound.
nHearing that Li Li only spoke a little before keeping quiet, Han Zhan glanced at him and saw that Li Li looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated, and looked very guilty. Han Zhan finished his sentence for him. “You want to ask, how did I lose my fingers?”
nLi Li nodded hesitantly. “Can I ask?”
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nA tragic scene flashed across Han Zhan’s mind. He closed his eyes and said softly, “During the earthquake in Bijiang City, roads, water, and electricity were all cut off. We were the closest batch of soldiers to the epicenter of the disaster.”
n“The entire team was ordered to go to Bijiang City to rescue the victims who were trapped at the site of the earthquake. While trying to save someone, there was an aftershock and my right hand was hit by a concrete slab.” After a pause, Han Zhan said expressionlessly, “…It was crushed for 60 hours.”
nFor nearly three days, his right hand had been pressed under the concrete and the hand tissues had long been destroyed. In order to ensure that his right hand was not infected, the doctor sought Han Aoyu’s approval and cut off two of Han Zhan’s fingers. “By the time I woke up, my fingers had already been severed.”
nWhen Han Zhan woke up and found out that his fingers had been amputated and that he would never be able to touch a gun or repay his country in this life, he felt like he had been struck by lightning. He had never felt so much pain and despair, even when the aftershock came and the building was leaning on him.
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nIt was the darkest moment of Han Zhan’s life.
nAfter hearing this, Li Li’s heart was filled with emotion. During the year of the Bijiang City earthquake, he was just an ordinary university student, but Mr. Han had already personally gone to the scene to rescue people.
n“Then what did you do in the military previously?”
nPerhaps it was because he had touched Han Zhan’s greatest taboo, the man’s bright and clear eyes dimmed visibly, and his usually calm face lost its smile.
nLi Li realized that he had said something wrong and felt very regretful. “I said something wrong…”
nThe door opened and Han Zhan walked out of the lift. Li Li heard the words float into his ears —
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n“A sniper.”
nLi Li’s eyes widened.
nHis feet were pinned to the lift and he couldn’t move.
nA sniper!
nIt was truly heartbreaking for a sniper to lose his index and middle finger!
nNot hearing Li Li’s footsteps following behind him, Han Zhan turned around impatiently and asked him with raised brows, “Are you still not following me? You like to take the lift so much?” Taking advantage of the fact that the lift doors were not completely closed, Li Li hurriedly turned sideways, got out of the lift, and went to the cafeteria side by side with Han Zhan.
nZeus Airlines’ cafeteria was famous for its delicious food and beautiful surroundings, and had even been named as Wangdong City’s No.1 Company cafeteria by an authoritative magazine. Although it was Zeus Airlines’ cafeteria, it also served non-company customers.
nThe cafeteria was divided into Chinese, Western, and Japanese restaurants. Li Li and Han Zhan planned to go to the Chinese restaurant for a meal. As they walked past the main hall of the canteen, they were stared at by many employees, as they gossiped.
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nNoticing his subordinates’ behavior, Li Li teased Han Zhan. “Look, this is the daily routine after marrying the top socialite. You must get used to it.”
nHearing this, Han Zhan didn’t comment and had a mild expression.
nHaving just torn open Han Zhan’s wound, Li Li felt guilty and wanted to do something to please Han Zhan. Han Zhan was about to reach for his plate when Li Li suddenly grabbed his arm. Han Zhan raised his brows at Li Li and asked, “Hmm?”
nLi Li said ingratiatingly, “Go and sit down. I’ll get you some food.”
nKnowing that Li Li was trying to cheer him up, Han Zhan didn’t refuse. “Thank you.”
nHan Zhan sat down at his usual seat.
nApart from Li Li’s team, no one in the entire company knew Han Zhan’s true identity. After he sat down, the other senior management couldn’t help but steal glances at him. After reading the news on the forum, they still couldn’t believe that Song Ci would really marry Han Zhan.
nHan Zhan was the most handsome man in the company, but apart from his face, he didn’t seem to have any other good points.
nFamily background?
nAlthough he was not short of money, he was not rich either. His car was also an ordinary Volvo. Moreover, he was handicapped.
nWhat exactly did Song Ci want by marrying him?
nEveryone’s eyes were scorching. Han Zhan was not blind and could definitely detect it. He took out his cell phone from his pocket and placed it on the table. Looking at his colleagues who had lowered their heads to pretend to be ostriches, Han Zhan said in an exceptionally calm tone, “It’s just a handicap of the hand. It’s not like I can’t get married?” He was a werewolf!
nThere was silence in the cafeteria.
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nEveryone was embarrassed as they did not expect Han Zhan to be so straightforward.
nThis silence only lasted for three to four seconds, before being broken by a man. “Mr. Han, are you really married to Song Ci?” The person who spoke was the assistant manager of Bei Zhan’s department. He didn’t know that Han Zhan was the boss of the company, but because Han Zhan was highly regarded by Manager Li, he had to respectfully address him as Mr. Han.
nHan Zhan nodded and admitted openly. “Yes.”
nEveryone gasped at Han Zhan’s admission.
nIt was real! (italics)
nSong Ci was really married to Han Zhan! (italics)
n“Mr. Han, you’re awesome.” Someone gave Han Zhan a thumbs-up, feeling both envy and jealousy. “The Chuan Dong Second Young Master couldn’t even get her after several months, but you actually managed to win her over! Mr. Han, you’ve done our company proud.”
nAlthough he said that, everyone was not convinced. In their eyes, apart from their looks, they were not inferior to Han Zhan in any way. How could such a gorgeous beauty like Song Ci marry Han Zhan? It was truly incomprehensible.
nA married middle-aged man also asked curiously, “Mr. Han, how did you manage to woo Song Ci? I heard that she is very difficult to woo, and there are many wealthy young masters who have wooed her before.”
nHan Zhan pointed at his face and said humbly, “Nothing else. She said that I look like her type.”
nEveryone was speechless.
nChuan Dong Second Young Master would vomit blood if he heard this.
nHan Zhan used his thick skin to control the situation, and everyone lowered their heads to eat.
nIt was only a matter of time before his grandfather heard about his wedding, so Han Zhan decided to tell his grandfather about it. His grandfather, Han Aoyu, was a very interesting old man. His WeChat profile was very festive. It was a photo of him holding a basket of tomatoes with both hands and laughing at the camera.
nHe was like an old farmer.
nHan Zhan found a photo of the uncle farmer on WeChat, typed a sentence, and sent it: Grandpa, I am married.
nHan Zhan was only satisfied after he dropped a bomb.
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