Cheng Weiwan stared at the open door for a while, raised her feet, and stepped in.
After Cheng Weiwan stepped the room, she paused for a moment. Xiao Zhang reached out and shut the door.
When the doors closed and locked with a "kacha," Cheng Weiwan's body softly swayed for a moment.
The house was really big so Cheng Weiwan took a few more steps inside before she saw Han Zhifan on the sofa in front of the tall windows.
He was wearing a complete set of white loungewear and was slouched casually on the sofa. His legs were crossed and he looked completely elegant and content.
His eyes were shut and he appeared to be resting.
The room was very quiet and Cheng Weiwan was wearing a pair of high heels, so the loud, crisp sound of her steps could be heard clearly.
The sound of her heels made his eyelids sluggishly flutter open.
It wasn't until the high heels stopped that Han Zhifan raised his hand and pointed over at the sofa opposite him as a signal for Cheng Weiwan to take a seat.
Cheng Weiwan didn't move from where she was standing still.
Han Zhifan didn't hear the sound of her high heels again. He slowly opened his eyes and glanced over at where Cheng Weiwan was standing.
His gaze lingered on her body for less than a minute before withdrawing.
He already asked her to sit but she didn't, so he didn't force it. He picked up an envelope from the table, pulled out a stack of photos, and slammed them hard in front of Cheng Weiwan.
The photos scattered to the ground as Cheng Weiwan lowered her head to see that they were all of Cheng Han.
There were photos of Cheng Han at home playing with toys and photos of her hugging Cheng Han while shopping at the supermarket. There were photos of Cheng Han playing in the children's playground at the supermarket and photos of him eating yogurt... What was most important was that these photos were all taken today.
So he didn't only just find out where she lived tonight, but he sent someone to follow her for a day before knocking at her door.
Han Zhifan gave Cheng Weiwan a few seconds to look at the photos then said, "What's the surname of the child in these photos?"
Cheng Weiwan pursed her lips and didn't make a sound.
"It's not Cheng, right?..." Han Zhifan spoke again. As his voice settled, he quickly spoke in a significantly colder tone than before. "Alright! Cheng Weiwan, you've done well by hiding this from the world. You even paid off my secretary?! This child's surname should be Han, am I right?"
Cheng Weiwan's gaze was lowered. She didn't look at Han Zhifan but calmly replied, "You got it wrong. The kid is Lin..."
"Quit messing with me!" Before Cheng Weiwan could finish speaking, Han Zhifan's cold tone of voice interrupted her. "Do you take me for an idiot?! I was confused why my secretary suddenly quit a year ago when she was working for me just fine! I dare say you actually played this trick behind my back! Let me tell you... I sent someone to contact her ages ago and she spilled the truth on everything that happened back then. Don't worry. I even got a strand of the child's hair and did a DNA check. It doesn't matter if you don't admit it. Besides, I didn't call you here today to hear you tell me who he belongs to!"
After Han Zhifan's furious rant, it seemed like he had gotten things off his chest. When he spoke again, he was significantly calmer. "Today, I called you over for one thing. Tell me, how much?"
How much?
Cheng Weiwan vaguely knew what Han Zhifan meant, but she didn't dare assume. She furrowed her brows lightly and remained silent.
"From giving birth till now, you've worked hard to raise the child. Go on, tell me how much it will take for you to give me the child?!"