Letting Loose After Marrying A Tycoon

Chapter 262: My Home is Your Home, I Will Be Your Family

“This is called killing the chicken to warn the monkey!”

After hearing Han Zhan’s explanation, Song Ci was momentarily speechless.

In terms of manipulating people’s hearts, how could Song Ci be Han Zhan’s match? How could Han Zhan not think of a problem that she could think of?

Song Ci suddenly felt that she was overthinking things.

Han Zhan shook Song Ci’s hand and said coquettishly, “Madam, I am very happy that you care so much about me.”

Song Ci felt that it was mushy and wanted to remove her hand.

But Han Zhan tightened his grip on her and said, “Don’t move. My wound hurts.”

Although Song Ci knew that Han Zhan was playing a trick on her, her heart still softened and she didn’t dare to move.

By the time they got home, their daughters were already asleep. When they were sleeping, Han Jun was still holding onto Song Ci’s pyjamas. Grandpa said that every day before she fell asleep, Han Jun had to hold on to Song Ci’s clothes in order to fall asleep.

This pyjamas was also the most frequently worn by Song Ci in her confinement period. He didn’t know if Han Jun liked her mother too much or was reluctant to part with the scent of milk.

Song Ci took out the clothes from Han Jun’s arms, tidied up the sisters’ sleeping gowns, and placed them on the small pillows. Song Ci sat by the bed and looked at the children’s sleeping faces. She wanted to kiss and rub them a few times.

How adorable. I can’t get tired of looking at them.

Han Zhan leaned against the door. He knew that if she didn’t leave now, Song Ci might stay over in their daughters’ room tonight. He hurriedly turned off the lights.

The room turned dark. Song Ci turned and glared at Han Zhan. “Can’t you let me take a few more glances at them?”

The children still didn’t know how to speak. It was the cutest and most adorable time. When they could walk and speak, they would be like two little mythical beasts tearing down their homes, not being cute at all.

Han Zhan raised his brows. “Can’t you let me take a good look at you in the room?”

Song Ci’s eyes reddened. “You... don’t say that in front of the child.”

“It’s okay, they are asleep.”

]Han Zhan strode in, hugged Song Ci’s waist, and brought her out of the nursery.

Their room was on the same level as the nursery, separated by a corridor. Returning to his own room, Han Zhan said, “Come, Baby Ci, let me help you remove your makeup.”

Perhaps it was because he had nearly lost Song Ci, but after returning from Italy, Han Zhan had become exceptionally clingy. He loved soaking Song Ci in the bathtub and personally removing her makeup to bathe her.

He could only look but not eat. It was obviously torture to bathe Song Ci, but he still liked it.

Han Zhan took off Song Ci’s long dress. The long dress fell off, revealing her perfect figure. Han Zhan’s head heated up and he nearly wanted to do it personally.

Han Zhan forced himself to look elsewhere.

He calmed down and continued what he was doing.

Song Ci was like a peeled egg, smooth and smooth. She soaked in the bathtub, placed her head on the pillow, and grunted comfortably.

Han Zhan was holding the makeup remover when he heard Song Ci’s commotion. His expression turned cold as he lectured her sternly. “Don’t snort.”

Song Ci opened her eyes and glanced at him.

Song Ci’s snort had aroused Han Zhan’s bad intentions again. Even his pants couldn’t conceal his reaction.

Song Ci really wanted to tease Han Zhan, but was afraid that he really couldn’t control himself and would hurt himself in the end.

Song Ci controlled herself.

Han Zhan creamed the makeup remover and carefully applied it to every part of Song Ci’s face. He gently rubbed it. Song Ci’s eyes were closed and it was very comfortable.

Suddenly, Han Zhan asked, “Are you really going to Beijing the day after tomorrow?”

Song Ci acknowledged.

“I’ll get Long Yu to accompany you.”

“Okay.”

After washing the traces of makeup on Song Ci’s face, Han Zhan retrieved some facial cleanser and carefully washed Song Ci’s face.

After washing his face, Han Zhan stroked Song Ci’s fair and tender face. He stared at Song Ci’s face for a while and suddenly said, “Baby Ci, I am sorry about Rain, but I don’t have a more perfect solution.”

If Han Zhan had another chance to choose, he would still do it.

Perhaps to Song Ci, Rain was like a child. But to Han Zhan, Rain was a tool—a tool that existed for Edward.

In essence, Han Zhan was still cold-blooded.