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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nHearing this conversation, Song Ci felt amused but didn’t dare to really laugh.

nShe picked up the red wine bottle on the table and said to Han Aoyu, “Grandpa, don’t listen to Brother Han. I know that people with high blood pressure can drink a little bit of dry red wine. You just need to drink less than 50ml.”

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nHan Aoyu laughed. “Little Song is just so nice.” He glanced at Han Zhan, who had a helpless expression beside Song Ci, and said in a sarcastic manner, “Not like some people who are heartless. I’ve raised you for more than 30 years in vain.”

nHan Zhan felt wronged.

nSong Ci really only poured a little for Han Aoyu.

nHan Aoyu picked up the wine glass and took a whiff. A nostalgic expression appeared on his face. “Speaking of which, your grandmother brewed wine better, but I can’t make it taste like hers.” Han Zhan’s grandmother had passed away five years ago.

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nPerhaps Old Master didn’t miss that wine, but rather the person who brewed it. Song Ci said, “In Song Ci’s eyes, Grandpa’s wine is already very rich and wonderful. It’s a pity that I didn’t get the chance to taste Grandma’s wine-making skills. If there’s a chance, I must ask Grandpa about this wine brewing method.”

nHan Aoyu laughed heartily and slapped his thigh. “When the grapes ripe next year, come to my place and I’ll teach you!”

n“Okay!”

nYan Jiang’s taste buds were stimulated by them. He took a sip of the wine and was instantly stunned. “It’s so delicious. Grandpa, did you really brew this wine?”

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nHan Aoyu raised his head proudly. “Of course.”

nYan Jiang gave a big round of applause and praised him, “This wine is very mellow and doesn’t lose to those so-called famous French wines. Grandpa is awesome!” Yan Jiang pointed at that red wine bottle and asked Han Zhan, “Mr. Han, can you prepare some for me later so that I can bring it back?”

nHan Zhan, ” Okay.”

n“Alright, let’s eat.” With Han Aoyu’s order, everyone picked up their chopsticks and started eating.

nAt his old age, Han Aoyu had to control his appetite and not eat too much. He was basically full after just a few dishes, but he didn’t leave the table and sat by the side to chat with the young man.

nHan Aoyu was slightly surprised to see Song Ci scoop another big bowl of rice after finishing it. He didn’t expect this little girl to look so slender but have such a big appetite. It was a blessing to have such a big appetite.

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nAs Song Ci was putting the food into her bowl, she stole a glance at her grandfather. Seeing that he looked at her with satisfaction, she ate even more vigorously.

nYan Jiang noticed that Song Ci had also finished her second bowl of rice. He was rather surprised but didn’t say anything. Only Han Zhan’s eyes were filled with amusement.

nAfter the meal, Han Zhan played chess with Old Master Han in the study. Song Ci had eaten too much and opened her drawer to take out a few slices of digestive biscuits. She then walked around the living room downstairs to digest her food.

nYan Jiang sat on the sofa and ate the plums brought by Old Master. He complained to Song Ci. “Why did you eat so much?”

nSong Ci said bitterly, “Grandpa likes girls who can eat a lot.”

nYan Jiang blinked and pitied Song Ci very much. He glanced upstairs and asked Song Ci, “What does Han Zhan’s grandfather do?” Although the old man was dressed like a farmer, his occasional casual glance had a murderous intent. It seemed like his identity was not simple.

nSong Ci said, “Search online, Han Aoyu.”

nYan Jiang followed her instructions.

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nA moment later, Yan Jiang put down his cell phone in shock. He looked at Song Ci enviously and sighed. “Song Song, you have married into a general’s residence!”

nHan Zhan was actually Han Aoyu’s grandson! With such a background, Song Song would not be bullied ever again in her life.

nYan Jiang was finally relieved. He got up and bid farewell. Before leaving, he didn’t forget to carry the bag of fruits and the bottle of red wine personally brewed by Old Master Han.

nAfter sending Yan Jiang off, Song Ci sent Han Zhan a message. Brother Han, where is Grandpa sleeping tonight? There was only one bed in their house.

nHan Zhan saw the message and looked up to ask Old Master, “Grandpa, where are you staying tonight?”

nHan Aoyu stared at the chessboard and said, “Your Uncle Zhong booked a room at the hotel. Just send me over later.”

n“Not going back to the residence?”

n“No thanks. If others know that I am back, they will come and visit. It’ll be so troublesome.” Han Aoyu placed a chess piece down. “Since I’m retired, I’ll do what a retired old man should do. Don’t bother with what I shouldn’t.” Han Aoyu’s eyes saw through everything.

nHan Zhan admired his grandfather. Retiring after achieving success and staying out of worldly affairs was the most sensible thing to do.

n“Okay.”

n“Oh yes, the last time I saw your Grandpa Chen, he kept bragging about that chess set you gave him.” The old master’s tone was sour. What was this about? My own grandson had given a chess set to another old man, why didn’t he give it to me? (italics)

nHan Zhan felt slightly helpless. He said, “I went back to Shunchen on a work trip to visit Grandpa Chen. I couldn’t possibly go empty-handed. That chess set was bought by Li Li. I have one too. I got it from the auction previously.”

nHan Zhan got up and entered the small collection room in the study. Shortly after, he walked out holding a precious chess set.

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n“Little Ye’s red sandalwood chess, top-grade, the work of the great sculptor Song Shan.”

nHan Zhan handed the chess set to Han Aoyu.

nHan Aoyu opened it and took a few glances, before feeling satisfied.

nStroking the chess set, Han Aoyu started talking to Han Zhan about Song Ci. “Song Ci, this little girl, is good with words and is a pretty good girl. She can match with you and her looks are rather compatible. As for her character, I don’t know about it much, but I believe in your taste.”

nHan Zhan listened quietly and didn’t retort.

nHan Aoyu continued, “I don’t know why you two got married, but you must remember that there has never been a second marriage for the men of the Han Family. No matter if it’s yours or not yours. Once it’s by your side, it must be yours.”

nHan Zhan’s heart shuddered as he understood Han Aoyu’s warning.

nHan Aoyu was very smart, how could he not see the strangeness of this marriage between Han Zhan and Song Ci? But he wouldn’t pursue the matter. He was trying to warn Han Zhan that Song Ci was not a bad girl. Since she had taken the initiative to send herself to him, regardless of whether she was hypocritical or sincere, she had to be by his side forever.

nThere was no second marriage for the men of the Han Family.

n“I understand, Grandpa.”

nAfter 9pm, Old Master was about to leave. Song Ci and Han Zhan personally sent him back to the hotel. When they arrived, Song Ci saw a middle-aged man in the room. He had bronzed skin and a square face. He didn’t look like a man of many words.

n“Zhanzhan.” A smile appeared on Uncle Zhong’s face when he saw Han Zhan. He stared at Song Ci, who was behind Han Zhan, and his smile became even warmer. “Is this your lover?”

nHan Zhan turned sideways and revealed Song Ci’s full face to Uncle Zhong. “Uncle Zhong, this is my wife, Song Ci.” Han Zhan introduced Song Ci again. “Song Ci, this is Uncle Zhong. He watched me grow up and he takes care of my grandfather.”

n“Hello, Uncle Zhong.”

n“Hi.”

nThe couple chatted with Uncle Zhong for about 20 minutes, before taking their leave.

nZhong Buhui watched as Han Zhan and his wife left. He closed the door and turned to enter the master bedroom. Seeing Han Aoyu unscrewing the medicine bottle, he hurriedly walked over to pour a glass of water for Han Aoyu and offered it to him.

nHan Aoyu picked up the cup and swallowed the medicine. He put down the cup and muttered. “I keep thinking that Song Ci looks somewhat familiar. Buhui, do you feel the same way?”

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