"And you...since you chose to give up and the other party accepted the Han family's money, I don't think you love each other enough. What you love most is just yourselves."

After Ai Zhiyin finished speaking, she felt that her words were too accusatory, so she quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, my words went too far. I didn't mean to accuse you."

However, Han Ji, who was deep in thought, suddenly realized, "No, you are not wrong. On the contrary, you are absolutely right."

"Um?"

Han Ji sat up suddenly, looked at Ai Zhiyin seriously, and said: "I used to be very disdainful of other people talking about whether they love or not. How can there be so much love and love in this world? Some are just interests, those so-called feelings

, love is simply vulnerable in the face of money and interests. But seeing Han Chen like this, I began to doubt myself, is there something wrong with my cognition, or is the world playing a role in me."

His younger brother personally proved to him that his understanding was awry.

But he was still at a loss.

After all, it is common for him to abandon the people he loves for the sake of fame and fortune.

Including himself, he is such a person.

When he was in doubt, Ai Zhiyin's words gave him the answer.

And the answer is so simple.

Just not enough love.

"Strong and lasting relationships are rare, and it's normal not to see them," Ai Zhiyin said, "Most people are probably like us, they look similar, they can see each other, and then they get married.

I live my whole life in confusion, not knowing what kind of love is enough. Thank God if such a marriage can live a stable life, who will talk about love or not."

Just like them.

In life, it no longer matters whether you love or not.

They have a tacit understanding of what the other means to them, and they also have a tacit understanding of how to play their respective roles well.

For them, this model has satisfied their respective comfort levels.

Han Ji sneered, with contempt and self-deprecation, "I finally know why I feel uncomfortable tonight."

Ai Zhiyin was puzzled: "Huh?"

Han Ji raised his eyes and looked at her, "Because of jealousy."

Ai Zhiyin: "What are you jealous of?"

Han Ji: "I'm jealous of Han Chen's deep affection, jealous that he is so happy when he is with Zhou Mo, jealous that he has made no contribution to the Han family, but there are so many people helping him. Do you know? Even Han Jue helps.

He tipped off Zhou Mo."

Ai Zhiyin smiled, "I'm not surprised at all."

Han Ji frowned in surprise, with displeasure, "Why? Why aren't you surprised?"

Ai Zhiyin: "Because Dingce is a gentle person, but he is a little sensitive. When you were children and you went out to play in the snow and stepped on mud, Dingce would place a carpet outside the courtyard in advance and ask you to wipe the mud off your shoes.

Come back again."

Han Ji was stunned for a moment, and his memory gradually emerged, "Didn't Mrs. Zhang and the others put the blanket there before?"

Ai Zhiyin explained: "The first time I decided to release it secretly. Later, Sister-in-law Zhang found out and thought it was a good idea, so it was Sister-in-law Zhang and the others who released it."

Han Ji frowned, "How do you know? Han Jue told you again? We haven't seen each other for a long time, why does he talk to you about everything?"

Ai Zhiyin was panicked for a moment and avoided Han Ji's eyes without any trace, "No, no. He didn't say that."

"Then how do you know?" Han Ji couldn't stand Ai Zhiyin's averting eyes, so he used his hand to force her face to look directly at him, "Tell me!"

The tone was stern and angry.

Ai Zhiyin was startled. It was the first time she saw Han Ji with such a serious and terrifying expression, and his eyes seemed to be filled with fire.

She pushed Han Ji's hand away and said, "Don't be like this. If you have something to say, it's okay to talk it over."

Only then did Han Ji realize that he was too rude and even started to get angry at Ai Zhiyin.

He shouldn't be like this.

In this family, the last person he should be angry with is Ai Zhiyin. She has always respected him and defended him in every way. She has never felt sorry for her.

He was the one who dragged her into this situation in the first place, not that she had to do it to him.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it."

Han Ji couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. Was it just because of Han Chen?

It doesn't seem like it should be.

Even if he didn't want to see Han Chen's matter have a perfect ending, he shouldn't take it out on Ai Zhiyin.

"I'm really... sorry," Han Ji apologized repeatedly.

He even moved his hands... Although it was not violent, he was indeed rude to Ai Zhiyin.

"Are you overthinking it?" Ai Zhiyin asked patiently: "Do you think my relationship with Dingce is unusual?"

Han Ji raised his eyes and was struck by Ai Zhiyin's concerned eyes and gentle words.

Ai Zhiyin said with a smile: "If you insist on asking, I can tell you what happened. When I was a child, my grandfather and I came to your house to deliver documents. At that time, you brothers went out to play, and only Dingce was there. My grandfather and I left

At that time, we just decided to lay out the carpet. My grandfather asked him how the carpet was laid outside the courtyard. He said it was laid for you. This is what happened. "

"My relationship with Dingce may be a little better than you think, but it's not that dirty. I know he is a gentle person, because he is the only one of your brothers who responds to my greetings. You accept

When they hear my news, they all say 'got it'

, 'Hmm' and the like, he would say thank you, and also say 'Second sister-in-law, thank you for your hard work.' Before he went home, he would also ask my family if they needed anything, or if there was anything missing at home, he could drop by.

Buy. He is also the only one among your brothers who can help in the kitchen..."

"That's enough," Han Ji lowered his eyes, upset because he felt ashamed.

He was afraid that if Ai Zhiyin kept talking, he would feel that he couldn't even compare to Han Jue.

Ai Zhiyin saw that his mood seemed to be getting worse, so she said nothing more.

She looked at the time and urged, "Go to bed quickly. It's getting late. Han Chi is leaving tomorrow morning, and we have to give him some air."

Han Ji looked ugly, but he also lay down with Ai Zhiyin.

He looked up at Ai Zhiyin who was lying on her back with her eyes closed. He gritted his teeth secretly. After lying on his side facing her, he pulled Ai Zhiyin into his arms and turned her over so that her back was against him.

Lying in his arms.

Ai Zhiyin didn't expect it. Just when she was about to ask him what he was going to do, her back pressed against his chest. He put one hand through her neck and the other tightly around her waist.

This tight-fitting, sleeping position hugging each other is not the posture they often have when sleeping.

After a while, a sentence suddenly came from behind Ai Zhiyin’s ear:

"You and Han Jue really have nothing to do with each other?"

"Uh, um."

"Let me discuss something with you," Han Ji suddenly said.

"you say."

"You don't have to love me, but you can't fall in love with someone else," Han Ji raised his chin, opened his mouth and bit the back of Ai Zhiyin's neck, his voice filled with threats and warnings, and the heat made the skin on the back of Ai Zhiyin's neck feel hot.

"You are my only pride in the Han family."
Chapter completed!