565: Chapter 565: Confess Everything 565: Chapter 565: Confess Everything Han Fei, slouched on the bench, felt soone pushing him.
He opened his eyes groggily, “What ti is it?
Is work over?”
“It’s getting dark already.” Fu Sheng picked up the plastic bag and the remaining bottles of alcohol, tossing them into the trash can.
“Do I sll strongly of alcohol?”
“Not too bad.”
“That’s good then.” Han Fei stood up, straightened his suit, and walked out of the small park with Fu Sheng: “Tell your mom tomorrow that the lunch wasn’t enough, ask her to prepare an extra portion.”
“So you’re not going to work tomorrow either?” Fu Sheng turned to look at his father as if it was the first ti he had seen him like this.
“You, a high schooler who skips school all the ti, are you really lecturing , an adult who skips work?” Han Fei shook his suit, hoping to dissipate the sll of alcohol from his clothes as soon as possible.
“But I know most of what they teach at school already, and the rest is stuff I’m not interested in.
Isn’t school just a place to learn knowledge?” Fu Sheng, carrying his backpack, spoke expressionlessly.
Hearing Fu Sheng’s retort, Han Fei had nothing to say: “That’s fine then.”
Walking down the street, the father and son made their way back to their residential complex, not feeling any discomfort.
Upon reaching their doorstep, Han Fei knocked on the door.
After a while, his wife ca over and opened the door, imdiately spotting Han Fei and Fu Sheng standing outside.
Without prior consultation, Han Fei and Fu Sheng spoke at the sa ti.
“We ran into each other on the way.”
“We t downstairs.”
The wife looked at Han Fei and Fu Sheng standing at the door and smiled, “I didn’t say anything, you two are acting so strange.”
“I’ll go cook.” Han Fei felt sowhat guilty.
Normally, when he ca ho from work, he would enter with his head held high, but after coming ho drunk this ti, he felt uneasy and felt he had to do so housework.
“No need to hurry, I’ve taken care of everything already.
Go wash your hands and eat,” his wife said, helping Han Fei off with his jacket.
She looked at the crumpled clothes with a frown, “Did you go to a construction site?”
“No.” Han Fei waved his hand and glanced at Fu Sheng: “I drank so with friends at noon and then fell asleep.”
“Drink less alcohol, it’s bad for your health.”
“Don’t worry.” Han Fei knew the state of his own health very well, but he still blurted out those two words.
If possible, he would like to shield his family from all troubles.
Family mbers sat around the dining table.
Fu Tian stopped fussing for the TV and was enticed by the delicious food on the table, holding his chopsticks and staring straight at the dishes.
There wasn’t much conversation during the al, but it felt particularly warm as if everyone tacitly maintained this last bit of warmth.
After a hearty al, for the first ti, Fu Sheng did not retreat to his room but sat in a corner of the living room and read.
The wife cleaned the dishes and tidied up the kitchen.
Fu Tian, who had boundless energy every day, clamored to play hide-and-seek with Han Fei; he was caught by Han Fei every ti.
Yet, when it was his turn to seek, he could never find Han Fei.
The little boy’s face showed stubborn defeat.
He kept on trying despite the losses.
His wife shook her head at this scene.
Boys are so competitive; Han Fei, an adult, still put his all into a ga of hide-and-seek, moving around and blocking sight.
Once Fu Tian was tired from playing, Han Fei picked him up.
“I’ll take Fu Tian to bed first.”
When Han Fei opened the door to Fu Tian’s room and had just laid Fu Tian on the bed, he suddenly noticed all of Fu Tian’s toys were packed into boxes and sealed.
“What is this…”
Exiting Fu Tian’s room, when Han Fei ca back out, Fu Sheng had also left the living room and returned to his own room upstairs.
“This feels a bit odd.” Han Fei opened a few other room doors, and many things were already packed: “Everything was fine when I woke up this morning, did she pack these during the day?”
Leaving the bedroom, Han Fei saw his wife.
She sat at the dining table, taking out a well-kept folder from the cabinet.
“Yesterday, while I was cleaning the house, I saw so news playing on TV.” The wife slowly opened the folder, “Then I went to your company, wanting to pick you up and bring you ho.”
“You went to my company yesterday?!” Han Fei’s heart thudded as he widened his eyes.
“By the ti I got there, you had already left.
Zhao Qian saw .
Under my questioning, she gave that mother’s contact information.”
“Which mother?”
“Fu Yi’s mother.”
The wife opened the docunt bag and took out the property ownership certificate, the purchase contract, and the deed tax invoice, placing them all on the table.
The light inside the room dispelled the darkness of the night, and ti seed to freeze at this mont.
Han Fei could no longer hear the ticking of the clock; a particular emotion arose in his mind.
“I am also a mother, and I know her pain.
If she had any other way, she would definitely not co to you,” the wife said as she pushed the docunts across the table to Han Fei, “Let’s sell the house, saving soone is more important.”
His wife’s words truly touched the softness in Han Fei’s heart; he’d never imagined that in the Shrine mory World, he would encounter such a gentle person.
“Thank you.”
After Han Fei uttered those two words of gratitude, his wife shook her head, “Actually, I didn’t do this to help him, but to thank you for turning the scene I imagined into reality.”
Placing her hands together on the table, she said, “I don’t understand why this is happening, but I can be sure of one thing: you are not Fu Yi.”
Uttering this sentence seed to sap all her strength; she leaned on the dining table, overtaken by distress, like a little girl who had cast her favorite rose toward a place she would never be able to reach.
“I…
am indeed not him,” Han Fei lowered his head; he had encountered such situations in the mory World of Mirror God before.
In Mirror God’s mother’s final monts, her gaze never lingered on Han Fei but was instead directed toward the forr Master of Shrine.
Even with the help of the Shrine’s mory World, those closest and most cherished people still had a certain probability of seeing through the deception.
The living room was quietly still, and after a long while, Han Fei spoke again, “Don’t tell Fu Sheng and Fu Tian about this.
I want to make up for so regrets in their lives.”
His wife gradually cald down, her eyes red, as she forced herself to keep her emotions stable, “Don’t worry, Fu Sheng has finally stepped out of the shadows; we can’t upset him right now.”
“En,” Han Fei nodded, his hand slowly moving to his trouser pocket, pondering whether or not to tell his wife about the diagnostic results.
“I had a look at the new house today,” his wife took out her phone, pulling up a chair to sit beside Han Fei, “It’s near Fu Sheng’s school; we could rent it long-term until after Fu Sheng’s college entrance exams.”
“Is this house a bit too rundown?” Han Fei’s heartbeat quickened when he saw the pictures displayed; the arrangent of the room was exactly the sa as the one he had seen during the Manager’s task!
Narrow, dark, and old; it was indeed close to the school, but it was also just a few stops away from the Plastic Surgery Hospital.
Living in such a place, the talent Fu Tian and Fu Sheng possessed for seeing ghosts would certainly shine.
“Should I keep looking?
Fu Yi’s illness can’t be delayed any longer; we have to get the money to him as quickly as possible to prevent the condition from worsening.”
“Let’s choose carefully,” Han Fei didn’t take out the diagnostic results.
He decided to give his wife so ti to cope.
“Then I’ll start packing.
The agent is coming over tomorrow.”
“Getting an agent now, and bringing people to view the house will be problematic.
I do know soone who has always wanted a house in our complex,” Han Fei rembered how Zhang Yu mocked him shalessly just the day before.
That guy saw Fu Yi as his main competitor, had disposable cash, and wanted to buy a house in Fu Yi’s residential complex.
Pulling out his phone, Han Fei dialed Zhang Yu’s number for the first ti.
“Fu Yi?
What do you want?” Loud music blared out of the phone; it seed Zhang Yu was partying.
“Didn’t you say yesterday you wanted to buy my house?
I can sell it to you for ninety percent of the market value, but you have to get the paperwork ready by noon tomorrow and bring at least enough money for the down paynt,” Han Fei offered a staggering discount.
His house, located in the city center, was highly sought after and increased in value every year.
“A ten percent discount!” Zhang Yu’s spirits imdiately lifted, and the music from the phone softened as he apparently stepped outside the nightclub, “Are you serious?”
“You know my current situation.
I really need the money,” Han Fei flipped through the purchase contract on the table, “I’ve contacted other people too.
If you’re sincere about buying, then co over as soon as possible.”
“Deal!
I’ll take the day off tomorrow to see you!”
After hanging up, Han Fei packed all the docunts away.
He was in a hurry to sell for two reasons: the first, because tomorrow was the last day for the Shrine Random Task; the second, the hatred ntioned by the players would likely reach here tomorrow night.
If Han Fei wasn’t wrong, the target of this entity was one of the people in this family; thus, he had to move out quickly.
“After tomorrow night, this room might beco a Ghost House, and it’ll be difficult to get rid of it.”
Zhang Yu thought he was picking up a bargain, but in reality, he was taking over a plate—a plate from the Underworld, no less.
“Once he buys this house tomorrow, I’ll tell him not to move in right away; I’ll try to save his life,” Han Fei decided.
His wife packed throughout the night while Han Fei started planning what to do next.
Around three o’clock in the morning, Han Fei’s phone suddenly rang.
He glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Wu Shan calling.
He went to the bathroom and put on a headset before answering.
“Is sothing wrong?”
“We succeeded.
The perfect woman nad Du Shu has been sent to the Paradise Maze,” Wu Shan’s voice quivered, clearly shaken, “We lost two more people.
Also, we discovered that the Plastic Surgery Hospital is actually a Ghost Nest.
Qiangwei too lost contact with us during the operation and seems to be trapped deep inside the hospital.”
“Qiangwei didn’t make it out?”
“The last ssage he sent was to contact you imdiately,” Wu Shan’s words were tinged with bitterness, “He also said that dying here seems like one will truly die, and to be careful.”
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