My Healing Games

Chapter 536 Fu Sheng and His Father (6000 votes requested)
"Why aren't you off work yet?"

Han Fei had won 200,000 yuan from 5,000 yuan in Dou Dizhu (a card game). He spent half a day searching for information online and reading news for a long time, but it was still not time to get off work.

Han Fei cleared his throat and looked at his four subordinates, who were bursting with inspiration under his guidance and working hard to create.

"Great, they all have a lot of energy."

With a smile and a nod, Han Fei walked to the office window and stretched his body a little.

The setting sun shone on his face as Han Fei enjoyed its last warmth. After dark, he would have to guard against not only the living but also the dead.

Looking into the distance, Han Fei suddenly saw a cluster of particularly strange buildings on the east and west sides of the city.

The shrine memory world they entered this time was much larger than the Shahe River. Han Fei was now in the most prosperous part of the city, right between those two special buildings.

"To the east is an amusement park, and that giant Ferris wheel looks like the eyeball of a living person." Han Fei turned his head and looked to the other side: "To the west, that large cluster of white buildings looks like a shattered face, similar to the plastic surgery hospital in the Deep World. Could it be that the memory world in the shrine in Paradise Lost and the memory world in the plastic surgery hospital shrine are connected?"

Han Fei stood by the window for a long time before his alarm clock finally went off.

"Fifth of the afternoon, that's it!" Han Fei turned off the alarm clock, but when he turned around, he found that all four of his subordinates were looking at him. Even Li Guo'er, who wanted to kill him the most, now only had surprise in her eyes.

"Team leader, you even set an alarm to remind you to leave work?" A male team member whispered to Han Fei, "If Sister Zhao finds out, it might not be good."

“It’s company policy to leave work at five o’clock. Is it wrong for me to follow the company’s arrangements?” Han Fei took the lead in shutting down the computer: “What are you all standing there for? Save your files and get ready to go home.”

To set an example, Han Fei put on a suit and was the first to walk outside.

He had just stepped out of his office when he saw Zhao Qian coming out of the room. He greeted her warmly, "Sister Qian, are you off work too?"

"Off work?" Zhao Qian walked up to Han Fei and threw the documents in her hand at him. "You can't even design a single action after repeated revisions, and you still want to leave work?"

"I think your previous game concept was terrible, so my team and I decided to scrap the story framework, rewrite the main plot, and create a horror romance game that doesn't exist on the market yet."

"Fu Yi, are you sulking because you were removed from your position as the game designer for the game 'Immortal Life'?" Zhao Qian had a very strong presence: "Don't act like a child. If you can't even make a simple dating simulation game, then it just proves that my decision and the decisions of the other executives were perfectly correct!"

“You’re right, but we have our own decisions. We’ll send you the new game design tomorrow. It will definitely be better than the old one. We’re doing this for the company’s benefit.” Han Fei handed the documents back to Zhao Qian: “If it’s not done well, you don’t need to tell me. I’ll just leave.”

Carrying his bag, Han Fei finished speaking and headed downstairs.

"The team leader is quite handsome, daring to speak to General Manager Zhao like that."

"I always had a feeling that there was something special between the team leader and General Manager Zhao. My intuition is usually right... Oh my god! Xiao Guo, why did you step on me?!"

"Sorry, I didn't see the shoes." Li Guo'er shut down her computer and was the second to leave the office.

"They've both left. Should we go too? We usually work overtime until eight o'clock. How about we go water the artificial tree and linger a little longer?"

"Great idea, great minds think alike."

Han Fei was the first to leave the company. It was his first time experiencing a nine-to-five job, and he thought it was pretty good.

"I just want to get home before dark." Han Fei walked ahead, while Li Guo'er followed behind with a bag on her back. It looked like she might pull out a knife from the bag at any moment, which scared Han Fei so much that he dared not walk too fast or too slow.

After being followed for a street, Han Fei stopped and said, "Li Guo'er, I remember you drive to work. Your car is still in the company parking lot, right?"

"You really saw me in the car." Li Guo'er's voice turned frightening: "You clearly saw me, so why are you pretending nothing happened? Are you deliberately faking it for me?"

"Wait a moment, let me sort things out for you. I, Fu Yi, am a complete bastard, and I deserve to die. But you are different. You are a really good girl. If you kill me, you will have wasted your entire life." Han Fei kept his distance from Li Guo'er: "Once I have dealt with everything, you won't need to lift a finger. I will choose a way to atone for my sins."

Li Guo'er looked at Han Fei for a long time before finally speaking: "Do you think I'd still believe your nonsense?"

"This time it's true."

No one spoke again. A few minutes later, Li Guo'er grabbed her backpack, turned around, and left.

The streets were bustling with traffic. Han Fei took a deep breath and said, "Maybe I should just quit my job."

It was getting dark when Han Fei took a taxi back home.

"Your mood might drop after dark, so it's safer to stay indoors."

He stepped out of the elevator and was almost at his doorstep when his phone suddenly rang. It was a call from someone called Mr. Li.

"Xiao Fu, are you off work yet? Come hang out with me! Let's go to a quiet bar first, get a little tipsy, and then move on to another place."

"Mr. Li, let's call it a day. I have something very important to do."

"Are you not giving me face? Let me tell you, there's something good coming up tonight! Come on over!" It was clear that this wasn't the first time President Li had gone out drinking with Fu Yi.

"My phone's almost out of battery, let's talk again sometime." Han Fei hung up the phone and started rummaging for his keys in his pocket. Before he could find them, the door opened.

A cute little boy stood at the door. He didn't call him "Dad," and you could tell he was a little afraid of Han Fei.

Han Fei, who lives alone, is used to opening the door with his own key, and he feels a little uncomfortable when someone opens the door for him occasionally.

"Thank you, you little rascal." Han Fei smiled kindly. The boy saw Han Fei smile and seemed happy too, then ran into the living room.

The woman came out of the kitchen and, upon seeing Han Fei, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes: "Why are you back so early today?"

"I want to spend more time with you and the child." After changing his clothes, Han Fei went to the bathroom to wash his hands and then opened the refrigerator.

"The food may take a while."

"It's okay, you rest. I'll cook today. Haven't you tried my cooking yet?" Han Fei has a lot of skill points, and he has also upgraded his cooking skills to the advanced level.

Walking up to the woman, Han Fei wrapped his arms around her waist without touching her. He simply took off his apron and put it on himself, saying, "Today I'll show you something."

The woman seemed to have never seen Fu Yi like this before. She looked at Han Fei, who was wearing an apron, as he entered the kitchen, and wondered if Han Fei had drunk too much last night and gone crazy.

After chopping the side dishes and lighting the oil, Han Fei's movements were incredibly skilled, just like a chef in a restaurant. Before long, the aroma of meat wafted out of the kitchen.

"It smells so good!" Fu Tian ran to the kitchen door and took big, exaggerated breaths of the aroma.

"There's a lot of smoke here, you guys go outside first, I'll take care of it right away."

Han Fei worked very quickly and soon prepared three dishes and a soup. He brought the food to the table, and the whole room was filled with a delicious aroma.

"You're such a good cook?" The woman's surprise was palpable.

Fu Tian couldn't resist and secretly took a bite: "Wow! Delicious! Dad's cooking is even better than Mom's!"

“Mom’s cooking is delicious too. Dad loves Mom’s cooking the most.” Han Fei picked up the little boy and put him on a chair. He then looked at the room on the second floor: “I’ll go call him.”

The woman tried to stop him, but Han Fei had already walked over.

He knocked lightly on the door and said into the room, "Fu Sheng, come out for dinner."

Before he could finish speaking, a heavy object slammed into the door. The child inside seemed to feel anger whenever he heard Han Fei's voice.

Han Fei didn't linger at the door any longer, nor did he force Fu Sheng or argue with him. Instead, he returned to the living room.

"I'll get him a separate serving of rice." Han Fei found a tray in the kitchen, served Fu Sheng a portion of each dish, and then placed the tray at the door of the room on the second floor.

"Let's eat while it's hot." Han Fei ate the steaming hot meal, looking at his wife and children at the table, a stark contrast to his previous mission to inherit the shrine.

"The task of inheriting the shrine is extremely difficult. It seems that the survival problem we will face this time is not related to food, clothing, shelter and transportation, but to other things."

Han Fei had been in the shrine's memory world for almost a whole day, but he still hadn't triggered any mission prompts, and he was becoming increasingly uneasy.

After finishing his meal, he tidied up the table briefly and was about to wash the dishes when the woman stopped him: "Sit down and rest. You must be tired after a long day at work."

The woman went into the kitchen to wash the dishes, while Han Fei sat on the sofa with the little boy.

He could tell that Fu Yi probably rarely spent time with the children. Fu Tian felt very uncomfortable sitting with him, his hands on his knees, not daring to look Han Fei directly in the eye, only daring to steal a glance at Han Fei occasionally.

"What did your teacher teach you at kindergarten today?" Han Fei activated his master acting skills and tried to play the role of a father well. But strangely, when he put his heart into the performance, the little boy became even more frightened.

Shaking his head slightly, Han Fei stopped using his masterful acting skills. He squatted down next to the child like a big kid, looking directly at Fu Tian: "We just finished eating, how about we play a game? Do you know what time Old Wolf is playing this game?"

Han Fei and Fu Yi actually have two different personalities, as can be seen from the way Han Fei treats his children and wife.

Fu Yi betrayed his wife, and he knew he was wrong, but to cover it up, he deliberately acted more domineering. He felt he was the breadwinner and the pillar of the family, so he brought this arrogance of a "strongman" into his home, which is probably one of the reasons why the woman wanted to kill him.

Han Fei's words quickly piqued his interest, and the two of them started playing in the living room.

The children's laughter continued to ring out. The woman who was washing dishes watched everything happening in the living room, and a decision she had made seemed to be shaken.

As she slowly tightened her grip on the dishcloth, she looked at the various knives beside the cutting board and listened to the children's happy laughter outside. But what came to mind were those deceitful words and countless grievances.

"Snapped!"

The plate slipped from her fingers, jolting the woman awake from her daze. She had accidentally stepped on a shard of the plate, leaving a long cut on her foot.

"What happened?" Han Fei rushed into the kitchen: "Where's the first-aid kit?"

The woman pointed to the wardrobe in the bedroom, and Han Fei hurriedly ran over. By the time he found the first-aid kit, the woman had already stood up.

"I'll clean up in a bit." Han Fei helped the woman to the sofa. He first closed the kitchen door to prevent the child from running in, then opened the first-aid kit and began to clean the woman's wounds.

The woman looked down at Han Fei, who was tending to her wounds. The man in front of her seemed completely unguarded. Her gaze then fell on the fruit knife on the coffee table. The knife was right there in her hand; it seemed that if she simply grabbed it and brought it down, she could kill the man in front of her and end all her suffering.

She stared at the fruit knife until the wound was bandaged.

"Don't do any housework lately, just rest. I won't be home for lunch, so just order takeout." Han Fei helped the woman lie down on the sofa and went into the kitchen to clean up the broken pieces.

The woman touched the wound that Han Fei had bandaged, and looked at Han Fei's back. She really felt that her husband seemed like a completely different person.

After cleaning everything up, the family of three sat on the sofa watching TV. Han Fei, who was skilled with high-end knives, demonstrated how to peel an apple to Fu Tian. The apple peel remained intact from beginning to end, with the same width.

Now Fu Tian looks at Han Fei as if he's looking at Superman. For a child, peeling an apple like that is already a remarkable thing.

Han Fei kept teasing Fu Tian. At first, he wanted to make Fu Tian happy to reduce his wife's hatred and prevent him from being stabbed to death while he was asleep at night. But gradually, he really felt that playing with the child was a very happy thing.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Han Fei took Fu Tian back to his room and told him stories by the bedside to lull him to sleep.

Fu Tian was a very obedient child, but he couldn't fall asleep when Han Fei was around. He would often blink his big eyes and stare inexplicably behind Han Fei.

In the end, it was the woman who came and managed to coax Fu Tian to sleep.

"Let's get some rest too." Han Fei turned his head and glanced at the second floor: "How long has it been since he came out?"

“He doesn’t want to see us, and sometimes he comes out at night.” The woman was indeed a very good wife. Fu Sheng was born to Fu Yi and his ex-wife, but the woman treated Fu Sheng as her own son.

"The food is getting cold. Should I reheat it for him and put it at the door?" Han Fei quietly went upstairs. He knew that Fu Sheng disliked him extremely, so he didn't make a sound. After reheating the food, he put it back in its original place.

Looking at the incredibly gentle Han Fei, the woman's hands kept clenching and unclenching, as if she was very conflicted inside.

"Let's go, turn off the lights and go inside. If he comes out to eat early, the food will still be hot." Han Fei helped the woman into their bedroom.

Han Fei opened the wardrobe and then spread the mattress on the floor.

"What are you doing?" The woman sat on the edge of the bed, somewhat puzzled.

"I'll sleep on the floor." Han Fei's eyes were full of apology. "There are some things I plan to tell you in a few days. Before I do, I'll sleep on the floor for now."

He put his phone on silent, placed it on the bedside table to charge, and then turned off the bedroom light: "You should get some rest too."

Han Fei enjoyed the warmth of the blankets, but wondered why the mission still hadn't been triggered.

As time goes by, his situation will become increasingly dangerous.

"The only good news right now is that my mood is extremely high. If it weren't for everyone wanting to kill me, this city would be quite comfortable to live in."

As drowsiness overcame him, Han Fei slowly fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, it sounded like someone was moving around in the darkness, and a strange noise came from the living room.

Han Fei opened his eyes, quietly got up, and pressed his ear against the bedroom door to listen.

Someone came out from the second floor, then seemed to open the security door of the house and left.

"Is that Mr. Fu?"

Leaving home at night might lower your mood score, and there's a high chance you'll encounter a ghost. After hesitating for a moment, Han Fei opened the bedroom door and went out.

Fu Sheng is the owner of the shrine; to trigger the quest, you must contact him as soon as possible.

After getting dressed, Han Fei opened the door and quietly followed them.

After Han Fei left, the woman pulled back the covers, revealing a sharp knife in her hand.

With a soft sigh, the woman endured the pain, put on her shoes, and followed them out.

When Han Fei ran to the elevator, he found that it had already gone down to the fourth floor. Afraid of losing Fu Sheng, he rushed into the stairwell.

Heading downwards, we kept chasing after them.

As he ran out of the building, he saw a boy wearing a black hoodie standing in front of the pile of trash.

"Fu Sheng?"

Han Fei had seen the child during a management mission in the Happiness Community. At that time, Fu Sheng was wearing a hospital gown and was tied to a hospital bed. It seemed that Fu Yi had already passed away by then.

"After Fu Yi's death, Fu Sheng fell into even deeper despair. Now I'm here to turn things around."

Han Fei followed silently and saw Fu Sheng throw a large bag of garbage onto the garbage heap. Fu Sheng then bowed five times to the garbage heap before leaving.

"What's in that garbage heap? Why is he bowing towards it?"

The city was much colder and more gloomy at night than during the day. There were no vehicles on the road and no cover around him. To avoid being discovered by Fu Sheng, Han Fei could only hide far behind.

After throwing away the trash, Fu Sheng walked toward the 24-hour convenience store. On the street in front of the convenience store, there were a few young people chatting and laughing. They all looked quite young, pushing motorcycles, with cigarettes in their mouths and beer bottles in their hands.

Fu Sheng walked past them, entered the convenience store, bought some daily necessities, and came out carrying a large bag.

This time, he didn't leave immediately. Instead, he stopped next to the group of young men on motorcycles and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't stay here. You're disturbing her."

Fu Sheng took two bottles of yogurt out of the bag and walked toward the streetlight behind the group of people.

Next to the streetlight was a black and white framed photo of a girl, with bunches of white flowers placed nearby.

Fu Sheng placed the yogurt in front of the photo frame, clasped his hands together, and seemed to be silently reciting something in his heart.

"Hey! Do you know this woman?" A man nudged Fu Sheng on the shoulder. "The girl who died in the car accident was from our school. She was the most annoying girl in the class. She was ugly and poor, and she always liked to meddle in other people's business. She was just a lousy class monitor, but she thought she was the principal."

After the man finished speaking, the others also laughed.

A girl sitting behind the man seemed to have a long-standing grudge against the deceased. She kicked over the yogurt in front of the black and white photo frame and stepped on the white flowers: "Last time we joked with a 'friend' in our class, before that 'friend' could say anything, she ran out first. If it weren't for her meddling, we wouldn't have been punished so badly."

The girl was still angry as she stepped on the white flowers on the ground. She tried to kick the picture frame, but Fu Sheng pushed her away.

The girl lost her balance and tripped on the steps. At that moment, all the young men who had been joking around just now surrounded her, blocking Fu Sheng in the middle.

"You dare to lay a hand on me? Are you looking for death?"

"catch him!"

"He probably has a crush on that ugly girl, he even came over to deliver yogurt late at night."

"Let's go, take him into the alley and teach him a lesson."

"Take that ugly freak's picture, I'm going to piss on her head later."

Several young men parked their motorcycles, dragged Fu Sheng into the alley, and kicked him hard in the chest and abdomen.

"What a pathetic sight, you think you're a hero?" The purple-haired youth at the head kicked Fu Sheng to the ground. "Is this all the cowards you've got? Get up! Didn't you want to speak up for the person you like?"

Wearing a hoodie, Fu Sheng glared at the purple-haired man, grabbed a stone from the ground, and charged at him.

His expression was fierce, but unfortunately there were too many of them.

Fu Sheng had just gotten up when he was pushed down again, and the young men kicked and punched his body wildly.

Pain shot through his body. Fu Sheng clutched his head and rolled in the mud, his hoodie covered in shoe prints and dust.

"Keep pretending, huh?"

"Get up!"

Purple Hair kicked Fu Sheng hard in the head: "Can't you get up? Do you need us to provoke you a little?"

The young men all laughed. They threw the girl's portrait next to Fu Sheng and then prepared to urinate on it.

Fu Sheng's head was spinning. His fingers gripped the soil on the ground. He tried to get up, but before he could stand up, he was kicked down again.

He fell to the ground, his cheeks and arms covered in bruises, his body muddy and covered in shoe prints, and no one around helped him.

"Looking so sickly, how can you pretend to be a hero and save a damsel in distress?"

Purple Hair and his companions grabbed Fu Sheng as if he were a wounded kitten. They pressed Fu Sheng against the portrait, then took out their phones to take pictures while preparing to urinate on them.

"Oh!"

Before the thugs could make any further moves, a loud crash came from the alley entrance. The thugs looked out in confusion and found that their motorcycles had been kicked over.

The dim light of the streetlights shone into the alley, where a man in a shirt stood at the entrance.

As darkness fell, he resembled an enraged lion, his eyes filled with murderous intent, revealing sharp fangs.

(End of this chapter)