, but she was enraged by his words. “You still think you didn’t do anything wrong! How dare you act so self-righteously!”

“Song Fei is more intelligent and resourceful than you. Actually, this was her idea.” Han Zhan said calmly, “You can’t compare to her for coming up with such a vicious plan. Only someone as vicious as Song Fei can complete such a risky revenge. Song Ci, compared to Song Fei, you are too kind and weak.”

Han Zhan’s accurate analysis left Song Ci speechless.

Although she knew that Han Zhan was speaking the truth, she was still angry. “This incident is full of danger. Aren’t you afraid that something will really happen to my sister?”

“No, everything is under our control. The person who transported Song Fei back to Wangdong City from Golden Sands was none other than Long Yu and the rest.”

Song Ci was stunned.

She muttered, “That’s why Mu Mian was the one who was tricked. He was doomed from the start.” Song Fei was indeed a ruthless person to have thought of such a plan.

“Yes.” Han Zhan told Song Ci, “When I heard Song Fei say this bold plan, I knew Mu Mian was done for.”

Anyone would lose to a maniac like Song Fei who dared to kill herself.

Although this plan was very meticulous and successful, Song Ci still felt a lingering fear. “Anyway, I won’t forgive you easily.”

Han Zhan couldn’t help feeling worried. “Then what can I do to make you forgive me?”

It was also impossible for Song Ci to really fight it out with Han Zhan over this matter. Husband and wife fought at the head of the bed and reconciled at the end of it. Song Ci thought for a moment before fiercely telling Han Zhan, “One durian won’t do, at least two.”

Han Zhan was speechless.

Han Zhan still had work to do. After returning home, he stayed in the meeting room, turned on the television, and held a meeting with Li Li and the rest of the senior management.

This was not the first time Han Zhan had a video conference with them, so everyone was familiar with his meeting room.

Li Li stared at Han Zhan and suddenly said, “Mr. Han, you changed chairs?” The Han Zhan in the video conference today seemed to be taller than usual.

Han Zhan glanced at Li Li coldly. “Mmm.”

No one knew that the composed CEO Han was actually kneeling on a chair with a black keyboard placed between his knees.

Song Ci couldn’t bear for Han Zhan to kneel on durians, but a keyboard was okay.

Bei Zhan smiled. “Your chair is too high. We still have to look up at you.”

Han Zhan said, “You guys have to get used to admiring me.” After all, he was going to be the richest man in the future.

Everyone was speechless.

Han Zhan was having a meeting upstairs and Song Ci was sitting on the sofa talking on the phone.

Su Beibei’s voice drifted over to Song Ci. “After thinking about it, I still feel that the relationship between Mu Mian and his father, Mu Congjun, is very interesting.”

There was no one downstairs. It was very quiet. Su Beibei’s voice was amplified and echoed throughout the entire living room.

Song Ci heard Su Bei honking and frowned. “What are you doing?”

“Outside.” Song Ci thought Su Beibei was just wandering around outside, but she heard her say, “On the way to the Grand Resting Hall.”

“Why are you going to the hall?” Song Ci sat up straight.

Su Beibei said, “I want to go and see Mu Congjun again. I keep feeling like I’m missing something.” Her sixth sense told her that Mu Congjun was the key point.

Song Ci looked at the time and said, “I’ll go with you.”

Su Beibei looked at the navigation system and told Song Ci, “I am near your house. I will come and fetch you.”

“Okay.”

Song Ci went upstairs and knocked on Han Zhan’s door.

Hearing the sound of the knocks, Han Zhan said to Li Li and the rest, “One moment.” Han Zhan turned off the video first, before removing his legs from the keyboard.

After kneeling for more than 20 minutes, his knees felt rather uncomfortable. Han Zhan rubbed his knees through the material of his suit pants, before getting up to open the door.

Seeing that Song Ci was wearing a jacket and carrying a bag, obviously going out, Han Zhan asked her, “Where are you going?”

“Beibei is near our house and asked me down to play.” Song Ci hugged Han Zhan’s cheek and gave him a kiss. She then waved. “I am going out to have fun. Brother Han doesn’t need to wait for me for lunch.”

Song Ci swayed her hips and left.

Han Zhan instantly felt lonely.

Since Song Ci was not at home, Han Zhan kept his laptop and went to work.

Su Beibei’s car was parked outside the district. It was a flashy Porsche sports car that was very easy to recognize. Song Ci sat in the passenger seat and sighed. “This car of yours isn’t cheap, right? You guys earn quite a bit writing novels.”

Su Beibei replied, “Not bad.”

Song Ci was slightly impressed by Su Beibei. She said, “I am not so smart. In the past, my essays were always off topic. I especially admire those who can write stories.”

Su Beibei looked at Song Ci’s flawless skin and said, “I envy those who are born beautiful.”

“You look good too.”

Su Beibei pointed at her own eyes. “I made these double eyelids.”

“It’s quite natural.” Song Ci leaned close to look at Su Bei’s eyelids. “I knew something was off. Your childhood photos were obviously monocular. I thought they grew out later. This hospital you found is not bad. It’s done very well. Li Li definitely won’t be able to tell.”

Su Beibei said, “I did double eyelids because I think double eyelids are more suitable for me. Becoming beautiful is to please myself, not men.”

Song Ci applauded for her. “Well said sister!”

The two of them chatted as they headed towards the Grand Resting Hall.

Arriving at the entrance of the hall, Song Ci and Su Beibei fell silent. They sat in the car and weren’t in a hurry to alight. Song Ci stared at the door. “What if the items aren’t here?”

Su Beibei said, “Then we’ll keep looking.”

The two of them alighted, fooled the guards at the door, and entered the hall. This hall was more luxurious than the one Song Ci had chosen for Song Fei. Song Ci thought she had entered a huge hotel.

Su Beibei had been here once. She brought Song Ci over to Mu Congjun’s cupboard.

Su Beibei nodded at the cupboard door. “This is it.”

Only then did Song Ci see only an urn and a small bottle of Erguotou inside. Everything looked the same as the last time Su Beibei came.

Song Ci took out the Erguotou bottle and fiddled with it. She sneered. “Mu Mian is making sure that his father can’t die in peace.”

Isn’t it ironic that a drunkard who had passed away unexpectedly due to drinking would be worshipped by his son year after year with alcohol?

Su Beibei took Song Ci’s hand. The odd feeling in her heart grew stronger.

“Take out the urn,” Su Beibei said.

Hearing this, Song Ci was slightly shocked. “Are you sure?” Did this count as raiding someone’s ancestral grave?

“Scared?” Su Beibei smiled in disdain. “Coward, what a waste of such big breasts.”