Seeing Han Jingnian’s reaction, Lu Yangui knew that her straightforward son had forgotten to ntion the most important thing...
Lu Yangui took out her phone, tapped the screen a few tis, and then handed over the anonymous video sent to her to Han Jingnian, "Watch it yourself."
Han Jingnian stared at Lu Yangui oddly for a few seconds before reaching out to take the phone, tapping the screen to play the video.
The video first showed Lu Yangui walking away with her bag. About half a minute later, a waiter walked in and handed Xia Wan’an a white envelope, "Miss Xia, this envelope was given by the lady who just left for you to have."
After the waiter left, Xia Wan’an stared at the envelope for a long ti before opening it and taking out a voice recorder.
Han Jingnian clearly saw Xia Wan’an’s fingertips trembling as she pressed the play button on the recorder.
Soon, a voice erged from the recorder, a voice all too familiar to Han Jingnian—it was his grandmother’s voice.
Han’s grandmother, "You can’t remain childless forever, can you?"
After a few seconds, soone responded to Han’s grandmother, "I can find a surrogate."
This voice, Han Jingnian knew even better, because it was his own voice.
In the video, Xia Wan’an, with a pallid face, sat motionless at the tea table. Her eyes were wide open, yet the depth of her dark pupils lacked any light.
Han Jingnian thought he would see Xia Wan’an weeping in the video, but until the end, she didn’t blink once, her expression unchanged, yet her appearance was more sorrowful than crying.
After the video ended, the entire office plunged into an unusually deep silence.
After about five or six minutes, Lu Yangui finally spoke softly, "If I were Wan’an and this situation happened to —if my elder brother had such a conversation with grandma—I think... I would have left, too."
"No woman can accept her husband seeking another woman to bear a child and then raise another woman’s child..."
Han Jingnian pursed his lips, seemingly struggling to suppress a kind of heartache. It took great effort for him to shift his gaze from the now-black phone screen to Lu Yangui, "It’s not like that."
It’s not like that... The conversation in the recorder indeed happened, but at that ti, he hadn’t t her.
At that ti, he had just taken over the Han Family enterprise. Grandma started to arrange his marriage almost imdiately. He initially opposed it, and no persuasion from Grandma could sway him until she finally told him about the "legacy" of the Han Family enterprise.
The conversation in the recorder originated from that ti.
Han Jingnian thought of Xia Wan’an’s expression when she heard that conversation in the video, his heart felt as though it were being torn apart, pain struck him so acutely that he couldn’t speak other words, "It’s not like that..."
"I know." Lu Yangui paused montarily, then asked, "If I’m not mistaken, that conversation was between you and Grandma before you married Wan’an, right?"
Han Jingnian slightly nodded; the tips of his fingers holding the phone showed a slight tremble.
"I was right..." Lu Yangui murmured softly, then added, "Jingnian, I acknowledge everything I’ve done, but I didn’t give Wan’an this recorder."
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