After breakfast, Xu Shuyan was probably the only one who was happy.
Song Xiang was forced into the whole process. She didn't want to listen carefully to what Xu Shuyan said, especially in front of Shun Han. The gap in origin was too obvious. Every word reminded her not to have wishful thinking.
Yan Han also felt uncomfortable. On the one hand, he didn't want to offend Xu Shuyan, but on the other hand, he felt that what Xu Shuyan said was all nonsense!
The only thing that made him happy was that Xu Shuyan was awake and urged them to return to the imperial capital that day.
"Mom, I want to stay with you again."
"No need, mom is fine."
As long as Xu Shuyan didn't get sick, her condition would be the same as that of a normal person, so she kept urging them to leave.
Song Xiang knew that Yan Han could not stay in Jin for a long time, and even if Xu Shuyan didn't tell him, he would definitely leave on the same day.
"Then I'll come back to see you in two days."
"No, no, no."
Xu Shuyan stood at the door of the nursing home and made sure to watch Song Xiang get into the car.
Song Xiang had no choice but to call Yang Yukun to come out to pick him up. When the two met, Yan Han snorted coldly while sitting in the car.
Yang Yukun was a smart man, and he exchanged a look with Song Xiang, without saying a single unnecessary word, and coaxed Xu Shuyan back to the courtyard.
The car finally started, and Song Xiang heard Yan Han let out a sigh of relief.
"Sorry for wasting time."
Yan Han's unhappiness had nothing to do with time. He felt that Xu Shuyan made people feel depressed, which reminded him of Song Xiang's childhood environment.
He couldn't help but look back at Song Xiang, "How did you grow up?"
Song Xiang didn't understand what he meant, and said calmly: "My mother was very normal when I was young, not like she is now."
She leaned back on her chair and recalled the details of her childhood, saying: "Then one day, she suddenly stopped recognizing me and locked me out, saying that I was not her daughter."
Long-standing memories flooded into my mind, and the fear engraved in my bones could still bring about negative emotions in an instant. I took a deep breath and managed to calm down.
Yan Han looked away, feeling agitated.
He could feel that Xu Shuyan meant more to Song Xiang than anything else, and that Song Xiang would really listen to her, and he could just find someone to marry him one day.
"Would you like to marry Zhao Zhe?"
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, "Zhao Zhe?"
She smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Yan, have you taken my mother's words to heart?"
He is really capable of execution.
Yan Han said something incomprehensible, and then suddenly closed his mouth.
The space was very quiet, and Song Xiang felt depressed, so she turned around and closed her eyes to rest.
At around 10:30, the car drove into the imperial city.
Yan Han asked someone to send Song Xiang back to the villa because he had other things to do.
"Mr. Yan, thank you."
Before getting out of the car, Song Xiang suddenly spoke very solemnly.
Yan Han frowned, feeling a bit ominous, and couldn't help but stare at Song Xiang again and again.
The car door closed and he stood by the door for a while.
Until Yan Song came up to remind me.
"Master, Director Lin is already waiting."
Song Xiang was sitting in the car and couldn't hear Yan Song's voice. She didn't raise her head deliberately and could only see Yan Han's shirt.
The next second, Yan Han retracted his hand from the door handle and walked straight to the car in front of him.
Four cars, one in front and one behind, were divided into two groups, going in opposite directions.
Song Xiang was sitting in the car, recalling what Xu Shuyan said, mixed with what Yan Zhenting said, with a calm face and an even calmer mind.