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"I went to look for you yesterday, but there was no one at your house." Yan Ziyan sat on the other side of the sofa and smiled at her. "Then I saw some reports. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Han Tianning lowered his head before raising it again to look at Yan Zhaoge. "I went shopping with Linda yesterday, so I'm not at home."

"Recently, there have been a lot of negative news from Song Haojun, aren't you feeling a lot of pressure too?" Yan Ziyan asked with concern when he saw her exhausted expression.

"Fine, he doesn't watch the news anyway." Han Tianning laughed self-deprecatingly. "Me? I'm used to this sort of media that's seeing the wind and waves in reverse …"

"I've helped you ask Feng Huang, and it seems that he had an agreement with Song Haojun to ignore these media outlets. However, if this situation continues, then Song Haojun will be in a bad situation." Yan Zixian took over from her.

"I'll try to stop it." Han Tianning bit his lip and said sincerely to Yan Zixian, "Thank you, you don't have to worry about us."

Yan Zixian stared at her face for a moment, then suddenly sighed. He got up, walked to his desk, took out a document and placed it in front of her.

"This is a list I've collected. Maybe I can help you."

Han Tianning opened the document and found that it was filled with some influential media leaders' contact information. There was also the most famous legal advisor in the country, as well as some of the entertainment industry's production teams and masterminds.

She had contact details of a lot of people, but they weren't as detailed as she was now.

Han Tianning would take at least three to five days to sort out the list, but if he was the one who gave it to her, the meaning would be very different.

"If you want to stop them, the people on the list can help you. I can also help you organize a press conference or a banquet." He looked at her serious face and chuckled. "I just don't know if Haoyu is willing to accept what I've done."

"I'll do it." Han Tianning suddenly said as he held up the list.

He leaned on the sofa leisurely, a smile flashing across his eyes, "You can't do it all by yourself."

"Let's give it a try." Han Tianning suddenly stood up and said to Yan Zixian, "Zixian, thank you. I will take this list with me. You've troubled yourself with the matter of Song Haojun …"

"Not him. I'm doing this for you." He smiled and said, "Song Haojun doesn't like me very much. I wouldn't eat my fill and keep on trying to please someone who hates me."

Han Tianning was slightly stunned. Looking at his beautiful smile, he lowered his head and thought about the maple leaf mountain he had been on and felt his heart stir in an instant.

Things change, and people change. It was like a dream, in a blink of an eye, she had become Song Haojun's wife.

Song Haojun was standing in the ward, and hadn't slept for two nights. His eyes were tired.

Shulan's physique was poor to begin with. She had suffered from a cold and a high fever, so she had been hanging water in the hospital.

He had his cell phone in his pocket and kept it switched on, but he didn't receive a call from Han Tianning.

For a day and a night she did not call, did not return home.

Song Haojun wanted to call her several times, but he held himself back.

Why should he lower his head first? From beginning to end, it had been Han Tianning's fault!

He went to Yan Zhaoge's house to eat and chat. Losing Shuran was a capital offense; yesterday morning, he only asked her to come over to pick up Shuran, who was sick. He was actually rejected so completely, then didn't call him for an entire day and also didn't return home.

After returning home, it was as if she had found a backer and started to act with impunity.

"I'll change shifts. You go take a rest." At the door, a sleepy voice sounded.

Tang Rui had been busy in the bar for the past few days. He rubbed his eyes. It was time for him to sleep.

Song Haojun turned around, looking at the man who kept yawning.

"Seriously, I don't know if you can give me a call when my teacher is sick." Tang Rui walked over to the bed and carefully covered Shulan's body with the blanket. He asked gently, "Teacher, are you feeling better now?"

Shulan nodded as the brine she'd hung for the day had long since gone away.

"That's good. Teacher's health is too poor. How can she take care of herself like this?" Tang Rui complained and walked to Song Haojun's side, "Jun, go out and eat something."

As he said that, he pulled Song Haojun out of the room.

After closing the door, Tang Rui's smile disappeared: "Where's your wife?"

"Who knows!" Song Haojun's eyes were bloodshot as he answered while gritting his teeth.

"Why did you spend so much time at the seaside the night before yesterday?" Only after Tang Rui saw the report did he call Song Haojun and find out that Shu Lan was sick and in the hospital.

"Relax." It was just two simple words, but Song Haojun was already leaning against the wall as he replied.

"The effect of being distracted like this isn't very good." Tang Rui reached out his hand to support the wall, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "No wonder your wife went missing, you …" It's really a taro. "

Song Haojun gave him a cold look, "Don't mention her in front of me!"

"Hao Jun, this won't do. Let Teacher move out as soon as possible." Tang Rui didn't mention Han Tianning anymore as he sighed and said.

Initially, he only wanted Shuran to stay here for a few days to recuperate from his emotional trauma. After that, he arranged a good job for Shuran before moving out. Unexpectedly, he was getting more and more out of hand.

"There was also a reason why I asked my teacher to come and stay for the night. Now that Han Tianning has ordered me to expel you, I definitely won't do that!" Song Haojun was angry. He was very angry. Ever since he had been hung up by Han Tianning two times yesterday, he had gotten very angry.

Song Haojun definitely wouldn't give Han Tianning a third chance to hang up, so he still hadn't called her. He only turned on the phone, waiting for her to apologize.

"It's not because your wife …" Tang Rui comforted Song Hao's sudden anger helplessly, "If I knew that teacher was able to cause so much trouble in your house, I probably wouldn't have arranged this."

"There's no trouble. She lives here very well." Song Haojun turned his face away and said.

"You may have forgotten that you are a public figure, Haojun."

"Public figures cannot have private lives? Can't public figures let teachers stay at home? What kind of nonsense is this! " Song Haojun really hated the show business. If possible, he really wanted to go back in time and do music by himself.

Seeing him return to the ward, Tang Rui shook his head. He took out his phone and dialed Han Tianning's number.

"Hello, Ning Ning?"

Han Tianning didn't expect Tang Rui to call her. She had just walked out of Yan Zhaoge's office.

"Ning Ning, if you're not busy, come back to make lunch for everyone. You want to eat your loquat lily silver ear soup?" Tang Rui said with a smile.

"Not today. Sorry, I've made an appointment with a friend at noon, so I might not be able to make it back." Han Tianning tactfully refused.

"How can the mistress not be at home? Haojun doesn't know how to cook. " Tang Rui continued to want to coax her back. He felt that it was his fault, so he had the responsibility to coax the couple.

"You know how to cook? Treat it as your own home. Go and cook something good for them." Han Tianning tried his best to sound cheerful. "That's right, how is Teacher Shulan's health?"

"Her physique hasn't been too good all this time, but it's just a cold. It's fine." Tang Rui pondered for a while, then said, "The teachers will move out in the next few days. I've brought you guys quite a lot of trouble here …"

"It's not a big deal. I've been rather busy lately, so I might not be able to take care of her, and I can't be the host …" Han Tianning spoke these polite words truthfully as she didn't know when she would return.

Although there was no enmity between husband and wife, she wasn't willing to face the likes of Song Haojun, so the two of them kept some distance between each other, carefully assessing each other's position in their hearts.

"Who asked you to call her?" Not even ten seconds after Tang Rui hung up, Song Haojun walked out of the room and asked him coldly.

Tang Rui looked at his tired eyes and smiled bitterly.

"She …" What did you say? " After a long time of awkwardness, Song Haojun finally asked.

"You want to know?" Tang Rui asked.

Song Haojun didn't reply, but his attitude was tacit agreement.

"Then call him yourself." Tang Rui said as he put the phone in Song Haojun's hand.

Song Haojun looked at his phone. He wouldn't give her the chance to hang up.

Han Tianning met up with a few friends in the coffee shop.

She was glad that she had picked up a random card with seven figures in it.

Using Song Haojun's money to ask someone to do official business, she didn't feel like she was spending his money recklessly.

For the entire afternoon, Han Tianning didn't walk out of the coffee shop. She kept meeting people here, but the coffee in front of her didn't move at all.

Song Haojun sat in the study downstairs. This was Han Tianning's office. Aside from sleeping, she spent most of her time in front of the computer, doing some work.

Song Haojun suddenly realized that he didn't know much about Han Tianning.

He didn't even know what Han Tianning was doing every day while he sat in front of his computer.

Reaching out to turn on the computer's power supply, he turned it on and saw himself on the computer screen. Suddenly, he felt that he was even more unfamiliar.

Pointing to the document, Song saw that the name of the E-plate had been changed to "You in Life." He entered and saw three folders, one of which was his picture. There were pictures of him, all of them colorful, all of them flat, all of them promotional, all of them secretly photographed, many of them unknown to him.

The other folder, when he opened it, was surprisingly filled with wedding photos, all of them by famous photographers. The mood was very beautiful. Every picture was filled with a sense of happiness.

Song Haojun's eyes turned slightly astringent.

He and Han Tianning were in a hurry to get married. Even after the ceremony and procedures, he had never thought of taking a wedding dress with Han Tianning.

No wonder the well-decorated house felt like something was missing.

But she never said what she wanted, and if he hadn't seen all these wedding photos, he would have forgotten that they had never taken one before.

Photographs of a different style, white wedding dress, red wedding dress, blue like the ocean of the dress...

Every single one of them was filled with a deep sense of happiness.

Closing the folder, Song Haojun opened the last folder. Inside was a document.

Ye Zichen clicked on it. It was an olive green font color, and it was filled with lines of text: