Ji Yinbing ate lunch and was about to return to her guest room to sleep when she met a refined old man halfway. It was not appropriate to call him an old man. Even though time had left a few light traces at the corners of the man’s eyes, it did not make him look old. Instead, it made him look even more elegant.

  The man in front of her was like a jar of aged wine buried in the ground, filled with the fragrance of aged wine.

  Yan Nuo and Ji Yinbing looked at this man warily.

  Han Bing’s gaze lingered on Ji Yinbing’s face for a long time before it landed on the man beside her. Han Bing did not find out this man’s identity, but from this person’s bearing and actions, it could be seen that his identity was not simple.

  “Hello, we meet again.” Han Bing greeted Ji Yinbing.

  Again……

  Ji Yinbing narrowed her eyes. Gradually, she recalled her encounter with this man.

  “You are?”


  He said, “My surname is Han.” Seeing that Ji Yinbing was still puzzled, Han Bing said, “My name is Han Bing.”


  Ji Yinbing immediately thought of the name on the bracelet.

  She had seen Han Luofan when she was talking to Qiao Jiusheng and the rest. Ji Yinbing felt that the person in front of her was a little similar to Han Luofan. She took the liberty to ask, “May I ask what’s your relationship with Mr. Han Luofan?”


  Han Bing said, “Father and son.”


  Then, Han Bing saw that Ji Yinbing’s gaze seemed to have become colder.

  Ji Yinbing tilted her head and looked at Yan Nuo. Yan Nuo thought for a while before saying, “You guys talk.”


  After Yan Nuo left, Ji Yinbing approached Han Bing.

  “You look very similar to your mother.” When Han Bing said this, his gaze was melancholic. The woman who had once vowed not to marry anyone other than him had actually already given birth to a daughter for him. Upon hearing this, Ji Yinbing said to him as she had answered others’ questions before, “Many people say that.”


  “Yes, you two are indeed very similar.”


  Ji Yinbing said, “I didn’t expect you to really exist……” Ji Yinbing’s words came out of nowhere. However, Han Bing was too smart to understand what she meant. He narrowed his eyes and asked Ji Yinbing softly,” You’ve heard of me? ”


  Did Ji Yue mention it to her?

  Ji Yinbing did not explain.

  Han Bing saw Ji Yinbing raise her left hand. She lifted her sleeve and took a bracelet off her wrist. Ji Yinbing handed the bracelet to Han Bing and said, “The Bing on this refers to you, right?”


  Han Bing was stunned when he saw the bracelet.

  “This is……” Han Bing’s breathing became heavier.

  Ji Yinbing saw pain and her eyes flickered.

  She said, “This is the only relic my mother left for me.”


  Han Bing’s body trembled again.

  “A…… relic?” His entire body seemed to shake for a moment. Then, his gentle and handsome face turned pale. Han Bing took the bracelet and felt mixed emotions. He muttered to the bracelet, “She actually still kept it……”


  Ji Yinbing thought: Not only does she keep your token of love, she even treated it as her life.

  Han Bing did not answer Ji Yinbing’s question directly.

  He thought of something and asked Ji Yinbing, “Why is your surname Ji? Is the surname your mother’s?”


  Ji Yinbing nodded.

  Seeing that Han Bing did not have a big reaction, Ji Yinbing said, “My name is Ji Yinbing.”


  Han Bing was stunned.

  “Which Bing?”


  Ji Yinbing said, “The same Bing as ice.”


  Han Bing seemed to be a little confused.

  He had many questions in his heart.

  Why did Ji Yue still keep the token of their former love? Why did her daughter take her surname? Why did her daughter’s name carry his name? Han Bing had been sitting in the position of the leader for a long time and had maintained an indifferent attitude at all times. Ji Yinbing could not read his thoughts from his face.

  A moment later, Han Bing put away his doubts and stared at Ji Yinbing. He asked her, “How did your mother die?” Even though Han Bing restrained himself and suppressed his emotions well, Ji Yinbing could still hear the pain in his tone.

  Ji Yinbing’s eyes darkened. She said, “You won’t want to know.”


  However, Han Bing said stubbornly, “I want to know.”


  “You really want to hear it?”


  “Yeah.”


  Ji Yinbing took a deep breath and said, “She was sold to India.”


  “What did you say!” Han Bing’s voice was filled with anger.

  Ji Yinbing’s voice fell silent. She did not explain and only looked at Han Bing.

  When Han Bing regained his composure, Ji Yinbing finally said, “When my mother was sold to India, she was injured and became demented. My father bought her home with 40,000 rupees. She was imprisoned by my father and lived an inhumane life. My mother lived with my father for more than ten years and gave birth to three children.”


  Ji Yinbing watched as Han Bing’s face turned paler and paler.

  This calm and composed man finally tore off the perfect mask on his face, revealing his true face that was riddled with holes.

  Han Bing’s ears buzzed, and he did not dare to continue listening.

  However, Ji Yinbing did not plan to let him off. She was still talking. “I have two brothers above me. I’m the youngest, her last child. My mother was so desperate that she hanged herself. After she died, my father wrapped her in a mat and found a place to bury her.”


  Ji Yinbing described the cruelest people in a calm tone. Her face looked calm, but her heart was actually bleeding. She clenched her fists, her heart aching for her poor mother.

  After Han Bing heard this, his entire body trembled.

  He widened his eyes and glared at Ji Yinbing. There was no longer any elegance on his face. He reprimanded Ji Yinbing, “You’re lying!”


  The man’s painful and shocked tone did not infect Ji Yinbing. She said, “Whether I’m lying or not, you’ll know after you check it yourself.”


  Han Bing actually understood in his heart. He knew that Ji Yinbing would not lie to him. Ji Yinbing was Ji Yue’s daughter, so how could she slander her mother? Han Bing just refused to believe it.

  He did not expect that there was such a cruel truth behind Ji Yue’s marriage and childbirth!

  During those years, Ji Yue had been enduring inhumane torture, while he had made great achievements in his career and lived unrestrainedly.

  “Impossible……” Han Bing grabbed the bracelet and staggered back a few steps. He almost fell to the ground. He took a few steps back before stabilizing his body. Ji Yinbing looked at Han Bing’s pale face. She was cold.