When he arrived at the hospital, his heart ached when he saw Han Luofanâs bruises.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
He asked Han Luofan, âWhat happened? Youâre already so old, yet youâre still fighting with people.â
Han Luofan was not young anymore. He was not the kind of child who did not know anything in his teens. What kind of person did he think his father was? If he fabricated things, he would definitely not be able to escape Han Bingâs eagle-like eyes. Han Luofan fell silent.
Seeing that he was silent, Han Bing knew that he must have started it first.
Knowing that his son was in the wrong, it did not mean that Han Bing was willing to see his son being beaten up. He endured his anger and asked, âWho hit you?â
Han Luofan said unwillingly, âThat woman surnamed Ji and her man.â Even though the lights were off and his appearance could not be seen, Han Luofan could guess his identity just from his height.
Hearing this, Han Bing completely gave up on the idea of seeking justice for his son.
He was silent for a moment before saying, âOh, that girl doesnât look like she would hit someone for no reason. Did you say something unpleasant?â
Han Bingâs gaze was especially sharp. When he looked at Han Luofan, his gaze was clear.
Han Luofan remained silent.
Han Bing was furious and could not help but scold him. âWhy did you look for her for no reason! Youâre a man. Why are you arguing with a woman?â
However, Han Luofan loudly retorted to Han Bing, âThen youâre still my father and my motherâs husband. Do you know what youâve been doing recently! You ignored our existence and ran openly to overturn the case for your old lover! Now that everyone in Junyang City knows, my father, Han Luofan, is obsessed with his first love. He spends all day and night refusing to even return home!â
Han Luofan had been very angry recently, and this was the first time he had erupted.
Han Bing was stunned by his sonâs words.
He looked at Han Luofan with a complicated gaze, as if he was angry but also a little disgusted. Being stared at by Han Bing with a disgusted gaze, Han Luofan was also stunned. He was already in his thirties. He was also a businessman. He could read peopleâs expressions. He did not think that it was his imagination to see disgust in Han Bingâs eyes.
Han Luofan was slightly stunned. He questioned Han Bing in a sharp tone, âWhy are you looking at me like that? Now that you know that your first love is not doing well, you start to hate me?â
Han Bingâs eyes flickered a few times, but in the end, he only sighed.
âXiao Fan, you donât understand.â He said the same thing Cai Jie had said before.
With that, Han Bing said that he would rest well and went back.
Han Luofan was so angry that he threw the pillow under him at the door. Coincidentally, Cai Jie pushed the door open with the soup, and the pillow hit Cai Jieâs face.
Cai Jie was stunned.
The pillow fell to the ground. When Han Luofan saw Cai Jie, he was stunned at first, but then he said angrily, âI didnât intend to hit you.â Cai Jie bent down and picked up the pillow, not arguing with Han Luofan. She took the pillow into the house and swept the dust off the pillow before putting down the soup.
As Cai Jie scooped soup for Han Luofan, she said softly, âI bumped into your father in the corridor just now. You said you didnât intend to hit me, but your father?â Cai Jieâs tone was calm, and one could not tell if she was happy or angry.
Han Luofan was speechless.
Cai Jie recalled the manâs gloomy face when she saw Han Bing. She frowned and asked Han Luofan, âWhat did you say to him?â
Han Luofan repeated what he had said to Cai Jie angrily.
Hearing this, Cai Jie actually fell silent.
She sighed and said, âXiao Fan, donât talk about your father like that. There are some things you donât know.â
âEveryone is saying that I donât understand. Tell me, what is there that I donât understand!â Han Luofan had had enough of his parentsâ deliberately mystifying actions. They said that he didnât understand, but who was willing to tell him the whole story? From his sonâs point of view, what Han Luofan saw was Han Bingâs irresponsibility and Cai Jieâs weakness.
âEveryone is saying that I donât understand. Tell me, what is there that I donât understand!â Han Luofan had had enough of his parents deliberately mystifying actions. They said that he didnât understand, but who was willing to tell him the whole story? From his sonâs point of view, what Han Luofan saw was Han Bingâs irresponsibility and Cai Jieâs weakness.
When Han Luofan saw her silent appearance, he was furious.
âYouâre always like this! His mind is filled with his dead first love. Itâs fine if youâre not angry, but youâre still thinking about him everywhere!â Han Luofan especially wanted to see what was in his motherâs mind. Was it water? Or was it tofu?
âDo you even have the self-awareness of a wife!â
Hearing Han Luofanâs reprimand, Cai Jie opened her mouth. After a while, she said, âItâs not easy for your father either, really.â
Han Luofan was completely angry.
In his opinion, Cai Jie was completely hopeless and too weak.
He decided to give up trying to persuade her.
âXiao Fan, come, have some soup.â Cai Jie made him radish pork ribs soup. The fragrance lingered in the room.
Han Luofan looked at the soup and felt that what he saw was not the soup, but the water in Cai Jieâs mind. He muttered unhappily, âMake less soup, read more books and television dramas, and watch those palace fights.â
With that, Han Luofan took the bowl of soup and drank it slowly.
At first, Cai Jie did not understand what Han Luofan meant. She was not a young person after all, and she could not associate âwaterâ with âbrainâ for a while. She did not know if there was a sayingâDid water enter your brain?
But she also knew that this was not a good thing.
Cai Jie looked at Han Luofan and hesitated.
After Han Luofan finished the soup, he looked up and saw Cai Jie packing the trash bag by the bed. He thought of Ji Yinbingâs words and stared at Cai Jieâs face. The more he looked at her, the more shocked Han Luofan was. He actually did not find any similarities to him on Cai Jieâs face.
Han Luofanâs heart sank.
He suppressed the ridiculous feeling in his heart and pretended to mention casually, âMom, they say that itâs more fortunate for a son to look like a mother. I must be so unlucky because I donât look like you.â
Cai smiled and said, âYou look like your father. Youâre just as lucky.â
Han Luofan snorted.
Cai Jie changed into the trash bag and straightened her back. Seeing that Han Luofan had already finished his soup, she took the bowl from behind.
Han Luofan handed the bowl to her. When he retracted his hand, he said in a joking tone, âMom, could it be that Iâm not your biological son?â
Just as he finished speaking, Han Luofan saw Cai Jieâs expression shake. Her hand trembled and the small bowl fell to the ground.
With a crack, the soup bowl shattered into many pieces.
The smile on Han Luofanâs face disappeared instantly.
He looked up at his mother and smiled. âMom, I was joking. Why are you so nervous?â
Cai Jie replied in a panic, âItâs nothing. Thereâs oil on the soup bowl. My hand slipped.â Cai Jie turned around and looked at Han Luofan. She met a smiling face with deep eyes. Cai Jie was instantly flustered. She said, âIâll go get a broom to clean up the pieces.â