At first, Hannah Han resisted fiercely, but gradually she became lost in Ian Song’s deep kisses. Besides, they hadn’t been intimate for several months—don’t think only men crave this; women are no exception.
So when Ian Song’s hands roamed over Hannah Han’s body, she completely lost her bearings and forgot all about being angry at him.
Of course, the most important thing was that she had already decided in her heart to forgive Ian Song.
With a casual wave, Ian Song set up a soundproof formation so Han Dayuan and Hannah’s mother in the living room couldn’t overhear. In fact, the couple really were eavesdropping outside, but after hearing nothing for a while, they left disappointed.
Forty minutes later.
Hannah Han pressed her cheek tightly to Ian Song’s broad chest, drawing little circles on him with her finger and mock-cursing, ‘How can you be so domineering!’
‘Domineering? Who was just begging her husband not to stop?’ Ian Song teased.
‘Don’t say that!’
Hannah Han quickly covered Ian Song’s mouth, her face flushing bright red. Suddenly she remembered their old apartment had poor sound insulation, and after their wild antics in the bedroom, she worried her parents might have heard everything. For a moment, she wished she could dig a hole and hide.
‘Don’t worry, I set up a soundproof formation just now. Even if we were ten times louder, no one outside would hear a thing!’ Ian Song said, seeing through Hannah’s anxiety and smiling.
Hearing this, Hannah Han let out a sigh of relief and playfully punched Ian Song’s chest a few times. ‘It’s all your fault. If it weren’t for you… how would I end up like this!’
‘Yes, yes, it’s all my fault!’
Ian Song kept agreeing, but his hand on Hannah Han’s body became mischievous again.
‘No!’
Hannah Han quickly grabbed Ian Song’s naughty hand.
‘Are you still mad at me?’
‘Hmph!’ Hannah Han responded with a cold snort.
Hearing this, Ian Song immediately flipped over as if to ‘mount the horse,’ scaring Hannah Han into saying, ‘Get down! I’m not mad anymore!’
Ten minutes later, Ian Song led Hannah Han, whose cheeks were still flushed, out of the bedroom.
At once, Han Dayuan on the sofa cast his gaze over. Seeing the two holding hands, he was overjoyed and quickly said, ‘Go wash your hands, it’s time to eat!’
'Okay, Uncle Han!' Ian Song smiled at him.
A few minutes later, the four Han family members and Ian Song sat down together at the dinner table.
Han Dayuan and Hannah’s mother were especially enthusiastic, but Henry Han—the future brother-in-law—kept glaring at Ian Song the entire time.
After dinner, Ian Song volunteered to do the dishes.
Han Dayuan refused, saying, "How could a man do such a thing?"
"That’s right, Ian, you’re our guest—how could we let you do that?" Hannah’s mother quickly added.
Left with no choice, Ian Song put down the dishes.
Han Dayuan pulled Ian Song over to the coffee table, then ordered Henry Han, "Go pour two cups of tea for me and your brother-in-law!"
If you want tea, why don’t you pour it yourself!
Henry Han grumbled.
'You little brat, do you need a beating? Go, now!' Han Dayuan glared.
Henry Han didn’t want to go, but suddenly had an idea. He quietly made the tea and, while Ian Song and Han Dayuan weren’t looking, spat into one of the cups.
He had no idea Ian Song saw right through his little trick.
Seeing Henry Han spit in his cup, Ian Song decided it was time to teach him a lesson.
Soon, Henry Han brought over two cups of tea, slamming them on the table and grumbling, "Here’s your tea!"
Ian Song gave him a meaningful look. "You didn’t put anything in the tea, did you?"
Henry Han was startled and tried to deny it. "Don’t talk nonsense! I didn’t!"
Then take a sip and prove it!' Ian Song pointed to the cup Henry had spat in.
You think I’ll drink just because you say so?' Henry Han retorted.
You little brat, did you really mess with your brother-in-law’s tea?' Han Dayuan asked suspiciously, his face darkening. With a son-in-law this rich, he wanted to stay on his good side—if Henry offended him, he’d beat him for sure!
I didn’t! Fine, I’ll drink it!' Henry Han picked up the cup and took a sip, thinking it was just his own spit—no big deal.
But he didn’t know Ian Song had already added something to the tea.
Now do you believe me?
Henry Han took a sip, then looked at Ian Song defiantly.
Alright, I was wrong about you!' Ian Song nodded, then picked up the cup and brought it to his lips. Henry Han was delighted and urged silently, ‘Drink! Drink!’
But just then, Henry Han’s stomach rumbled loudly. He screamed and dashed toward the bathroom, but before he made it, a series of disgusting noises erupted.
He pooped his pants!
Henry Han froze, then rushed into the bathroom even faster, slamming the door behind him.
Seeing this, Han Dayuan was stunned. He glanced at the cup in his hand, seemed to realize something, and his face turned ugly. ‘That brat really needs a beating. When he comes out, I’ll thrash him for sure!’
‘It’s nothing. He’s just a kid!’ Ian Song said indifferently, then set down his cup.
Just then, Hannah Han came out from the kitchen after helping her mom with the dishes and asked, 'What happened? Ew, what’s that smell?'
'Your brother had diarrhea—he pooped his pants!' Ian Song said.
'Ah!' Hannah Han froze, her gaze landing on the floor outside the bathroom, where she saw a sticky puddle. She immediately felt nauseated and almost retched.
Inside the bathroom, after a barrage of explosive diarrhea, Henry Han’s face turned dark—his pants were a total mess.
When he went to grab some toilet paper, he found it was gone. He remembered there was paper in the morning, so why was it suddenly missing?
'What do I do now?'
Henry Han looked miserable, but then he spotted the showerhead. 'Got it!'
He stripped off all his clothes, stood under the shower, and turned on the water.
He tested the water temperature with his hand before stepping under the spray.
But just as he stepped in, the warm water suddenly turned ice-cold.
Out in the living room.
Han Dayuan heard a scream from the bathroom and couldn’t help but shout, 'You little brat, what are you yelling for? Are you wailing like someone died? I’m still alive!'
Scolded by Han Dayuan, Henry Han felt both aggrieved and furious.
Half an hour later, Henry Han emerged from the bathroom in soaking wet pants, not daring to look at anyone. He dashed into his room and didn’t show his face again, even when Ian Song left the next day with Hannah Han.
Watching all this, Ian Song smirked. 'Brat, you’re not hard to deal with at all.'
Before leaving, Ian Song handed Han Dayuan a bank card loaded with two million yuan. He didn’t give more because he didn’t trust Han Dayuan not to relapse into gambling if he got too much money.