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He originally thought that recording something with a lot of effort would cause Yan Zixian to praise it greatly, but what he didn't expect was his displeasure. The youth's expression slightly changed, and he immediately lowered his head in silence.

"Forget it. Prepare the plane, I want to return early." When Yan Zixian saw his fearful and anxious expression, he sighed and spoke gently once again.

"Yes, young master." The young man quickly backed out, not forgetting to take the videotape with him.

After Han Tianning received the call from Yanzhi, he was not happy. Instead, he became even more worried, as if … Things were getting complicated.

"Xiao Xun, I'm going home." Biting his lip, Han Tianning dragged his tired body along and made his decision.

"We'll live here. It doesn't matter, young master said …"

"Thank you, I've already brought you a lot of trouble today. If there is another time involved, it will be even more troublesome." Han Tianning stood up as he spoke, preparing to take his leave.

"Are you worried that Mr. Song will spend the night at home with another woman?" Xiao Xun suddenly asked.

Han Tianning was slightly surprised. She hadn't thought of this question, but the moment Xiao Xun reminded her, she felt that something was wrong.

"That woman, you said she's your husband's teacher, right?" Seeing that she didn't move, Xun immediately added, "Ann, there are some things I didn't say because I thought it would affect you, but …" Since we're friends, I should at least remind you that the relationship between that whatever teacher and your husband is really strange! "Although I've only seen them once, women are very sensitive. Don't you think …"

"Xiao Xun, they are just students and teachers, you think too much." Han Tianning suddenly interrupted Xiao Xun with a stiff smile.

"This morning, because you were not feeling well, I hid something from you." Seeing that she was still deceiving herself, Xun said, "This morning, your husband carried his teacher home. The two of them are very close, and it doesn't look like they have a simple teacher-student relationship."

"Perhaps …" Han Tianning wanted to say something, but his voice was weak.

She could imagine the scene where Song Haojun was carrying Shu Lan on his back.

"Your husband is a very charming man. As long as it's a woman, she will be interested in him." Xiao Xun said again.

"I'll go home first." Han Tianning clenched his fists and said weakly, "No matter what relationship he has with other women, we have to personally ask them."

"Don't go back, the young master said …"

"No, you must go back." Han Tianning seemed to have made up his mind of something and was determined to leave.

And in Song Haojun's house, it was dead silent.

He paced back and forth restlessly in the large room, constantly looking at the silent clock.

It was only half past seven.

Shulan went upstairs to get the book and carefully walked down the stairs with the help of the book.

"Hiss!" Suddenly, she took in a breath of cold air, and a trace of cold sweat appeared on Shulan's forehead.

"Teacher, are you alright?" Song Haojun finally saw her change in expression, and immediately went to the side of the stairs, carefully supporting her down, "It's best not to move too much, it will bring you to your wounds."

Shu Lan shook her head and was helped to the sofa. She forced a smile. "It's alright. The doctor said it's just a superficial wound."

"But today you've been running with me for a whole day. The wound will be very painful."

"It's tolerable." Shulan pulled up her loose pants. Her ankles were swollen, and blood was flowing out of her knees. Although she had been taken care of by the doctor when she saw Han Tianning in the hospital this morning, for some reason, her appearance was even more shocking now.

"Haoyu, can you help me apply the medicine?" Shu Lan pointed to the ointment on the table and said, embarrassed, "I'm most afraid of touching my wounds."

Xiao Xun was unable to keep Han Tianning back, but she ran after Han Tianning, trying to persuade him to stay.

When Han Tianning pushed open the door and saw the scene in the living room, he couldn't help but curse in his heart. Idiot, why did you come back?!

Why ask him in person?

For some things, it was better to play dumb.

Song Haojun squatted beside the sofa with his back to the door, carefully applying ointment to Shulan.

"Ning is back!" Shulan was standing directly in front of the door. When he saw the door open silently, Han Tianning called out in joy.

Song Haojun immediately stood up, he had only applied half the ointment on his body, he turned around and stared at the woman standing at the door.

After not seeing her for half a day, she was still lying sick in the hospital like a dead person. Although her face was still pale, but she wore bright and beautiful clothes, which made her look like a little daisy.

He was worried to death today that this woman would still be in the mood to buy clothes!

"You still want to come back?" As Song Haojun looked at her, his handsome eyebrows rose.

Han Tianning stood at the doorway, staring at him without moving, disappointment flashing across his eyes.

Song Haojun was keenly aware of the look of disappointment in her eyes, and unconsciously felt his heart tighten. How could this girl show such an expression to him?

Uncomfortable. Extremely uncomfortable.

"What are you still standing there for?" "Hurry up and come in." Song Haojun took a step forward, staring at her as he spoke.

Xiao Xun was locked outside and could only watch the door from afar. She only saw Han Tianning standing there without moving, not knowing what was going on inside.

Han Tianning finally walked in and headed upstairs, "Song Haojun, head upstairs."

This sentence sounded familiar. Song Haojun disliked being ordered by others the most, but he didn't immediately get angry. Instead, he turned to Shu Lan, who was sitting on the sofa, and said, "Teacher, let me finish the medicine for you."

"No need, you go up first." Shulan realized that Han Tianning didn't even look at her this time. He went straight upstairs, his usual smile icy on his face.

It was rare to see Han Tianning's cold tone and expression. It seemed that she had made Han Tianning jealous.

"I'm fine." Song Haojun once again squatted beside the sofa, and quickly finished applying the ointment.

Han Tianning kept taking deep breaths. He had to control his anger before the two of them could communicate even more.

Song Haojun walked in and closed the door. Then, he looked at Han Tianning who was standing by the window, "Alright, you can explain to me what happened today. Why did you go out with that Japanese woman?"

"Because it's stuffy." Against Song Haojun's expectations, Han Tianning was the first to honestly answer his question.

He furrowed his brow as he instinctively felt that Han Tianning's calm exterior concealed a great storm.

"Now, may I ask you a question?" Indeed, Han Tianning paused before asking.

Song Haojun looked at her deeply, but didn't nod or shake his head, as if admitting that he could.

"I remember you once said that you had a crush on someone. That person was Teacher Shuang Lan, right?" Han Tianning tried his best to use a calm voice to ask, but he was still trembling slightly.

Song Haojun's eyes finally flashed, and after a long time, he nodded, "Yes."

"I remember that you said before the concert that a teacher was going to get married on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival. That teacher is Shu Lan, right?" Han Tianning clenched his fists tightly as his fingernails dug into his palm. It was extremely painful.

"Right." He did not deny it, but on Song Hao's face, there was a trace of impatience.

"The concert on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, your proposal... It has something to do with Teacher Shulan, right? " Han Tianning forcefully controlled his trembling voice as he asked again.

"What are you thinking?" Finally, Song Haojun asked.

"I'm just a substitute! That night, in your heart, you were thinking that the woman standing across from you was Shulan, right? "

Han Tianning lost control of his emotions and roared.

She had always been reluctant to think about it. Before Shu Lan appeared, she hadn't questioned Song Haojun's motives for proposing marriage.

She thought that Song Haojun really didn't want to stir up trouble from his pregnancy and photos. Adding the pressure from the public, he pitied her and proposed to her.

However, this time, it wasn't even sympathy. She was used as a substitute …

Damn it! Even if she, Han Tianning, didn't marry in her entire life, she wouldn't want such a marriage!

"Don't be so loud, do you want Shulan to hear such nonsense too?" Song Haojun saw that her face was deathly pale, and her body was trembling like a leaf in a storm. He felt some heartache, but more so in anger.

The reason for her proposal that day was partly because the teacher she had a crush on had gotten married, but wasn't she also part of it? He liked the smell of her body. If he was willing to hug her and sleep, wouldn't that be enough?

"I don't want to …" Don't be a substitute for your feelings. " Han Tianning thought back to the smile and gentleness he had when he was with Shulan. His heart ached so much that he could hardly speak.

Since when had he been so patient with himself? When had he ever done anything gentle for himself?

Other than the occasional warmth, that only happened when he was satisfied with his bed!

"What substitute? Han Tianning, have you lost your mind today?" Or did that Japanese woman do something behind his back? " Although the soundproofing in the room was very effective, Song Haojun didn't dare to speak too loudly. Lowering his voice, he asked in a fierce tone.

"Don't drag others down with you!" Han Tianning gritted his teeth and said loudly, "If I had known this would happen, I definitely wouldn't have married you!"

"What did you say?" The pressure suddenly dropped, and Song Haojun started walking towards her.

"If I had known earlier that it was a substitute, I wouldn't have married you no matter what!" Han Tianning raised his voice as he glared at Su Chen.

"There are no substitutes for Han Tianning. Han Tianning is Han Tianning, and this has nothing to do with Shulan!" Song Haojun approached her with a sinister look in his eyes.

"So, in your heart, there is always a difference of severity, right?" Now that he had reached this point, Han Tianning didn't want to give him any leeway and she didn't want to continue asking, "Song Haojun, can you tell me for certain whether Teacher Shulan or your wife is more important in your heart?"

Song Haojun didn't think that her questions today would be so sharp, completely contrary to her usual gentle nature.

"I've never tried it before!" Staring at him, a few seconds later, Song Haojun spoke.

"You can compare now. If only one woman was allowed to stay in this house, who would you choose?" Since he could no longer hold it in, he had to ask until the end. Han Tianning did not want to give up.

Song Haojun wrinkled his eyebrows once again. When did Han Tianning become so childish?

"I refuse to answer such childish questions." Clenching his lips, Song Haojun said.