Chapter 911: She’s Not Married Yet

Chapter 911: She's Not Married Yet

"All right." Zhang Xiuying now regarded anyone who could help her as her life source. It didn't matter whether it was Liang Zixuan or Han Yuanjun, as long as one of them could convince Han Cihui, she'd consider them her savior.

"Jun, please be patient and careful with your words. Your little brother is very sad now and he also wants to have a face. Please don't poke his heart ruthlessly." Zhang Xiuying was still worried. Han Yuanjun's mouth could really make people die of anger.

Han Yuanjun smiled nonchalantly. "Aunt, don't worry. Leave it to me."

Liang Zixuan pushed Zhang Xiuying onto the sofa. "Auntie, don't worry. Jun is the best person to comfort Cihui. These two brothers usually tell each other everything. Don't worry, Jun will definitely advise him."

"Okay, I won't worry. I won't worry." Although Zhang Xiuying said so, but her eyes were fixed on Han Yuanjun's figure. If possible, she wanted to dig out her eyeballs and plant them inside Han Yuanjun's body. Then, she followed him to see what was going on.

Han Yuanjun went straight to Han Cihui's room and knocked on the door. No movement inside.

He frowned and gripped the door handle tightly. Suddenly, the door opened. Han Cihui did not lock it. Han Yuanjun breathed a sigh of relief. He pushed open the door and went inside.

Han Cihui was lying on the bed. His eyes were staring at the ceiling as if he was looking at something, but at the same time, he was not looking at anything.

Han Yuanjun did not stand at any ceremony. He sat down next to Han Cihui and slapped his head. "You didn't come down to eat all day, I thought you were so engrossed in your games. I even wanted to throw you out so everyone could beat you up."

Han Yuanjun did not hold back his slap. He slapped Han Cihui's head with all his might. Han Cihui's face contorted in pain. He shouted, "Third Brother, are you trying to kill me so you can inherit my game's account?"

Han Yuanjun laughed. "Hurry up, give me your phone. I want to check if you are secretly leveling behind my back again!" Han Yuanjun was completely disrespectful to Han Cihui. As he spoke, he attacked him.

Han Cihui had a habit of putting his phone under his pillow when lying in bed, and Han Yuanjun knew him best. So, Han Yuanjun flipped the pillow with a purpose.

Han Cihui did not stop him. He just let Han Yuanjun take the phone.

Han Yuanjun gave Han Cihui a meaningful look before unlocking the phone with Han Cihui's fingerprint. There was a number on the screen. It was the flower's girl's number.

Han Yuanjun pressed on the number's history and found that Han Cihui had never called this number before.

A man as smart as Han Yuanjun, of course, he would understand it immediately.

Han Cihui wanted to call this number, but he did not have the courage to do so.

Why did he (Han Yuanjun) have a cowardly brother?

"Flower girl? Who is this? Your girlfriend?" Han Yuanjun raised his eyebrow while asking mischievously.

Han Cihui rolled his eyes. If the flower girl was his girlfriend, he wouldn't be so sad.

Hearing no reply from him, Han Yuanjun tried again. "If she is not your girlfriend, then she must be the person you have a crush on."

Han Cihui pursed his lips and said nothing. But that meant he tacitly agreed.

Han Yuanjun poked Han Cihui's forehead with his index finger. "How come there is a disappointing person in our Han Family? If you like her, you should call her and confess your feelings. Otherwise, how would she know? You are so stupid that there's no cure!"

Han Cihui rolled his eyes again. Suddenly, he felt sad. He hugged Han Yuanjun's arm while his eyes turned red. "Third Brother, she has a boyfriend."

Han Yuanjun: "...."

No wonder this child was so sad. He had fallen in love with a taken woman.

It didn't matter if it was a boy or a girl, as long as they were in love with someone, once they learned the truth about the person they loved, they would be sad.

Han Yuanjun understood this feeling. He had felt it with Liang Zixuan. He looked at Han Cihui's sad face and scoffed. "Are you stupid? She just got a boyfriend. She's not married yet."

"Still, I can't interfere in her relationship. If that man can really make her happy, I-I would be happy for her." Han Cihui said.

"Then why are you sad?" Han Yuanjun pushed Han Cihui's head away and snorted. "If you really thought like that, you wouldn't be so sad. You wouldn't lock yourself in your room all day. You wouldn't torture yourself."

Han Cihui pursed his lips, feeling even more miserable. "You're right. I'm almost 30 years old and it's not easy for me to meet a girl I like. But she has a boyfriend! So, I'm sad. I think after her, it won't be easy for me to meet another girl that I like. What if I have to wait another ten years? Or twenty years? Third Brother, I really can't take it!"

Han Yuanjun tried to calm Han Cihui with some advice. "All the men in our family follow our roots. It's not easy for us to fall in love with someone, but once we do, we will dig our hearts out for them. Cihui, please don't take my words to heart, but you are really too childish when it comes to the matter of love. So what if she has a boyfriend? Isn't she unmarried?"

Seeing Han Cihui's angry expression, Han Yuanjun sped up his speech. "I didn't ask you to be the third person to disturb her relationship with her boyfriend. Since you're not willing to let her go, why don't you be friends with her? Don't show your feelings until she breaks up with her boyfriend. Stay by her side like a friend."

Han Yuanjun paused. "What if... What if, one day, she breaks up with her boyfriend? After all, in this society, who can guarantee that you'll marry your partner just because you are in love? You take care of her. If she really does get married, then give up and move on. But along the way, be brave and tell her how you feel about her."

Love was nothing more than this. Either you just let her go easily, or you became her friend and stayed by her side.

It was impossible for Han Cihui to let her go so easily, nor would he be able to do it either. Therefore, he felt what Han Yuanjun said was right. No matter what the outcome, it was better than ending it before it started.

"Alright!" As if Han Cihui had been injected with a stimulant, he rolled off the bed and said energetically, "Then I'll be friends with her! As long as I work hard, I will not regret it."

"Since you say so," Han Yuanjun gently tapped Han Cihui's phone with his finger. "I will give you the courage. I'll help you contact her."