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Chapter 954: Chapter 952 His Sincere Love

Su Yingxue flew past them on her horse like a swiftly passing cloud, beautiful and brilliant, yet disappearing quickly.

Song Chengyi came over to help Su Han mount the horse, “Let’s go, Han’er.”

His voice was thick and hoarse, always sounding as if it had been burned, but when he called out “Han’er,” it was exceptionally gentle.

Surprised, Su Han gave him a glance, to which Song Chengyi immediately responded, “May I not call you that?”

Though he followed proper decorum in Su Yingxue’s presence, in private…

He still had his own selfish desires.

Su Han nodded with a warm smile like the spring breeze in March, “Of course you may, General. From now on, please call me Han’er.”

“Good… good!”

Song Chengyi replied twice, unable to hide the eagerness in his eyes.

Su Han sat inside the carriage, leaning against the window, talking to him.

“General, Han’er has a question for you.”

“Speak.”

“If… If I were carrying another man’s child, would you still love me, would you still marry me?”

Su Han’s words had a probing intention.

In fact, it was spoken after seeing Su Hao with Wu Jinyan.

Song Chengyi’s actions in driving the carriage did not pause for a moment as he answered without hesitation, “Yes! I would marry you and treat you and the child kindly.”

His reply was so natural that Su Han almost couldn’t believe it. “But the child isn’t yours, and not only would you be laughed at by others, but it would also affect your reputation and even prompt the clan elders to obstruct you and force you to separate from me.”

In her speech, Su Han sounded almost desperate, as if she was truly pregnant.

This time, Song Chengyi hesitated.

As Su Han waited and heard no reply, she thought to clarify, “General, I am not with child…”

“Han’er.” Song Chengyi pulled the carriage to a stop, and after the whooshing sound of the wind by his ears subsided, he spoke earnestly, “Regardless if you are pregnant or not, I will marry you. To be able to marry you is the luck of my lifetime. As for the clan elders and my reputation, I am alone, without a clan or relatives, and my official position is not high—no one will care. If you are willing, I will certainly look after your child well… We…”

Soft, gentle laughter came from inside the carriage, causing Song Chengyi to suddenly stop.

Su Han pulled aside the curtain and revealed a delicate face, “General, I am not pregnant.”

Song Chengyi was stunned. Beneath the iron mask, his eyes seemed a little lost, “Then why did you say earlier, ‘if you were pregnant’?”

“Because… I wanted to see just how much the General loves me.”

Su Han shyly bit her lip, her pearly white teeth leaving a mark on her lips from the pressure.

Song Chengyi’s heart stirred, and he involuntarily drew closer to those appealing pink lips.

A wave of warm breath hit her face, and Su Han was startled, trying to push him away in panic, but Song Chengyi only touched her lips with his hand, freeing the tender pinkness from under her teeth.

Seeing the bite mark on her lips, he finally felt a pang of distress, and with a hoarse voice, he said, “Don’t bite.”

He was heartbroken.

“Okay.” Su Han softly agreed, her cheeks flushing red like the twilight sky, intoxicated by his heavy breaths.

Song Chengyi continued to drive the carriage to take her back to the Manor. He never overstepped his boundaries; even when there were no people around, he was always polite to her, and even his use of “Han’er” today had been prompted by Su Yingxue and said with her consent, tentatively.

Such cherishment touched Su Han.

When she returned to the Marquis’s Manor and saw Qin Wan with a frown, she felt even more confident in persuading her.

Chapter 954: Chapter 952 His Sincere Love

Su Yingxue flew past them on her horse like a swiftly passing cloud, beautiful and brilliant, yet disappearing quickly.

Song Chengyi came over to help Su Han mount the horse, “Let’s go, Han’er.”

His voice was thick and hoarse, always sounding as if it had been burned, but when he called out “Han’er,” it was exceptionally gentle.

Surprised, Su Han gave him a glance, to which Song Chengyi immediately responded, “May I not call you that?”

Though he followed proper decorum in Su Yingxue’s presence, in private…

He still had his own selfish desires.

Su Han nodded with a warm smile like the spring breeze in March, “Of course you may, General. From now on, please call me Han’er.”

“Good… good!”

Song Chengyi replied twice, unable to hide the eagerness in his eyes.

Su Han sat inside the carriage, leaning against the window, talking to him.

“General, Han’er has a question for you.”

“Speak.”

“If… If I were carrying another man’s child, would you still love me, would you still marry me?”

Su Han’s words had a probing intention.

In fact, it was spoken after seeing Su Hao with Wu Jinyan.

Song Chengyi’s actions in driving the carriage did not pause for a moment as he answered without hesitation, “Yes! I would marry you and treat you and the child kindly.”

His reply was so natural that Su Han almost couldn’t believe it. “But the child isn’t yours, and not only would you be laughed at by others, but it would also affect your reputation and even prompt the clan elders to obstruct you and force you to separate from me.”

In her speech, Su Han sounded almost desperate, as if she was truly pregnant.

This time, Song Chengyi hesitated.

As Su Han waited and heard no reply, she thought to clarify, “General, I am not with child…”

“Han’er.” Song Chengyi pulled the carriage to a stop, and after the whooshing sound of the wind by his ears subsided, he spoke earnestly, “Regardless if you are pregnant or not, I will marry you. To be able to marry you is the luck of my lifetime. As for the clan elders and my reputation, I am alone, without a clan or relatives, and my official position is not high—no one will care. If you are willing, I will certainly look after your child well… We…”

Soft, gentle laughter came from inside the carriage, causing Song Chengyi to suddenly stop.

Su Han pulled aside the curtain and revealed a delicate face, “General, I am not pregnant.”

Song Chengyi was stunned. Beneath the iron mask, his eyes seemed a little lost, “Then why did you say earlier, ‘if you were pregnant’?”

“Because… I wanted to see just how much the General loves me.”

Su Han shyly bit her lip, her pearly white teeth leaving a mark on her lips from the pressure.

Song Chengyi’s heart stirred, and he involuntarily drew closer to those appealing pink lips.

A wave of warm breath hit her face, and Su Han was startled, trying to push him away in panic, but Song Chengyi only touched her lips with his hand, freeing the tender pinkness from under her teeth.

Seeing the bite mark on her lips, he finally felt a pang of distress, and with a hoarse voice, he said, “Don’t bite.”

He was heartbroken.

“Okay.” Su Han softly agreed, her cheeks flushing red like the twilight sky, intoxicated by his heavy breaths.

Song Chengyi continued to drive the carriage to take her back to the Manor. He never overstepped his boundaries; even when there were no people around, he was always polite to her, and even his use of “Han’er” today had been prompted by Su Yingxue and said with her consent, tentatively.

Such cherishment touched Su Han.

When she returned to the Marquis’s Manor and saw Qin Wan with a frown, she felt even more confident in persuading her.