My Healing Games

Chapter 545 Love is a Chainsaw (4000 words)

"Attention player number 0000! After changing to the hidden class Guifu, the special class title 'Distinct Love and Hate' will be enhanced. The rate at which the favorability of ghosts who like you increases will double again, and the favorability of ghosts of the opposite sex may be converted into love; the rate at which the hatred of those who hate you increases remains unchanged."

"no!"

Han Fei clearly chose to refuse. This profession is extremely dangerous. Although it can indeed help Han Fei quickly increase his friendliness, if not handled properly, it may cause the other party to turn love into hatred, and in the end, he will be hunted down by countless vengeful ghosts. This is a profession that is like playing with fire.

The system made a pretty good point: this profession is like ice dancing on fire—you get to experience unprecedented thrills, but you also have to bear the corresponding risks at all times.

“Fu Yi has already set an example for me with his own life. I will not follow Fu Sheng’s old path in choosing the black box, and I will absolutely not follow Fu Yi’s old path in matters of the heart.”

After paying the bill and getting off the plane, Han Fei turned around and froze.

The wife stood outside the internet cafe, holding an umbrella and her dirty coat in her hand, as if she had witnessed everything that had just happened between Han Fei and Teacher Liu.

"You... let me explain."

"It's alright, I heard everything. You were just helping her find out the cause of her father's death." His wife seemed to know what Han Fei was thinking and deliberately shook her dirty coat a few times: "There's nothing hidden inside."

"Why are your clothes so dirty?" Han Fei took off his coat and walked towards his wife, draping it over her shoulders. "I've already explained things to her. Shall we go home?"

Han Fei didn't ask his wife why she had followed him, nor did he dare to. He simply opened the umbrella in his hand and placed most of it over his wife.

Seeing Han Fei's shoulders soaked by the rain, his wife moved closer to him.

Han Fei had always been very careful about the distance between himself and his wife, but as time went on, his wife seemed to gradually become more proactive.

It was already past midnight, but the rain showed no sign of stopping. They walked out along the road outside the internet cafe and saw an elderly couple at the entrance of the alley.

They were pushing a cart loaded with oden (Japanese hot pot), and perhaps because of the rain, they still had a lot of things left to sell today.

"Haven't we gone out for a street food meal together like this in a long time?" Han Fei turned to look at his wife. "Anyway, it's already late to go back now, so let's take a good stroll tonight. I'm usually so busy with work that I haven't had much time to spend with you and the kids."

They put away their umbrellas and sat down next to the car. Rainwater slid down the tent. The elderly couple pointed to the sign next to the car and smiled warmly.

Han Fei looked at the sign, which roughly meant that the old lady was deaf and mute, and the old gentleman also had hearing problems and needed to wear hearing aids to hear clearly, and hoped that customers would not mind.

"They're so old, yet they can still rely on each other. It's truly enviable." The wife, wearing Han Fei's coat, looked at the steaming oden. "I'd like to try this, and these too."

"There shouldn't be any customers tonight, let's eat more." Han Fei is a midnight butcher; he can eat as much as he wants as long as it contains meat.

In the rainy late night, the lights of the food stall looked especially warm. There weren't many customers today, just Han Fei and his wife sitting next to the cart.

"If I'm not mistaken, Fu Sheng should be going back to school soon, and his life will become more exciting." Han Fei looked at the rising steam and felt that he was doing the right thing.

“Actually, it’s partly my fault that he turned out that way.” This was the first time his wife had said these things to Han Fei. “When we first got married, I wanted to improve our relationship and make him happier, but an accident happened on the day we went to the amusement park. We got separated, and I knew he was scared. I kept looking for him.”

"An amusement park?" Han Fei's expression didn't change, but his ears perked up as he listened carefully.

“He probably started thinking I was a bad woman from that time on, that I wanted to get rid of him on purpose. But it was just an accident, and I’ve always wanted to make amends.” The wife was full of regret, and lowered her head as she spoke. “I know his biological mother took him to an amusement park before she passed away, and I wanted to be his mother too. The day you two had that big fight, I was in so much pain. I don’t know why everything turned out this way. Maybe I made a mistake from the very beginning.”

"The day of the big argument?" Han Fei looked at the woman, a hint of doubt in his eyes. "The argument between Fu Sheng and me? Did he start disliking me from that moment?"

The wife nodded: "After we had Fu Tian, ​​we did give more love to Fu Tian. We neglected Fu Sheng's feelings, which is why he did what he did."

"My head hurts a lot, and my memory is a bit blurry. What did Fu Sheng do that day?"

"Have you forgotten?" For the first time, doubt appeared in his wife's eyes as she looked at Han Fei. "We weren't home that day. Fu Sheng took Fu Tian to the amusement park. It seemed like he was planning to 'abandon' Fu Tian the way I 'abandoned' him back then."

"I remember now." Han Fei rubbed his temples, his mind racing.

He knew that Paradise Lost and the plastic surgery hospital were two places that Fu Sheng could never forget, but he never knew why Fu Sheng had such vivid memories of these two places.

“Fu Sheng said he only heard Fu Tian crying, so he wanted to take him to the amusement park, but neither of us believed him. You even slapped him hard and forced him to admit his mistake. You two had a really big argument that day, and I’ve never seen Fu Sheng so out of control and in so much pain.” The rain gradually subsided, but his wife’s emotions became more and more volatile: “If I had been willing to believe Fu Sheng that day, maybe none of this would have happened.”

"That amusement park represents farewell in Fu Sheng's heart. Is it possible that he took Fu Tian there to keep Fu Tian there and then disappear from our lives forever?" Han Fei had no evidence. He just guessed based on his understanding of Fu Sheng: "That child has always been very gentle. He would even try to protect the portraits on the roadside so that the deceased would not be bullied by bastards."

“I know, so I’ve always wanted to apologize to him, but ever since that day, he’s completely shut himself off. After dropping out of school, he locked himself in his room and never saw us again.” The wife was heartbroken; she felt that many things were her fault.

"I will clear up this misunderstanding." Han Fei finished the soup in his bowl. "Anyway, I am very confident now."

"Have you found a way to communicate with Fu Sheng?"

"No." Han Fei smiled and shook his head: "My confidence comes from you. I have the gentlest wife in the world, and the child I am most proud of. I will definitely change that so-called predetermined fate."

"You're talking nonsense again."

“I can actually see the future. You will become a great mother and raise these two children to be top talents. The two brothers will also become great figures who change the world.” Han Fei was not lying; all of this was true.

The wife felt that Han Fei was just trying to make her happy. She rubbed her eyes and asked, "And what about you? What will you become in the future?"

"Me?" Han Fei hesitated, then took out his phone to check the time. Fu Yi had about thirty days left to live. "It's too late, we should go back."

"It is indeed a bit late. You should go back and get some sleep. You have to go to work tomorrow."

His wife got up and opened the umbrella, while Han Fei looked at the old man and said, "Grandpa, could you pack up these leftovers for me? I'll take them home to eat."

It was already late and raining, so Han Fei wanted the old man and woman to pack up and go home as soon as possible.

Carrying a whole bag, Han Fei got up from the seat next to the car, and his wife saw everything he did.

"Attention player number 0000! Your wife's hatred towards you has decreased by one point, now down to a total of four points."

As Han Fei approached his wife, before he could even get close, she held the umbrella over his head and said, "Let's go home."

"I bought a few extra; we'll heat them up and eat them tomorrow." Han Fei carried the bag in one hand and held an umbrella in the other.

"Ah."

The rain gradually subsided, and around 3 a.m., Han Fei and his wife finally returned to their residential compound.

As soon as they entered the residential area, Han Fei suddenly heard a sound. He turned his head and saw a young woman wearing a yellowish-brown dress at the corner of the residential area.

The woman's hair was soaked and stuck to her face; her expression was terrifying.

"It's that female online friend! How did she end up near my neighborhood?" Han Fei handed the umbrella to his wife and quickly chased after her.

As is often depicted in movies, the female netizen might miss out on Han Fei. After seeing how happy Han Fei is now, she harbors resentment and subsequently seeks revenge on Han Fei and his family.

However, movies are just movies. With 30 stamina points, Han Fei sprinted at full speed, and even ordinary ghosts couldn't shake him off, let alone a weak female netizen.

With his passive talent for hide-and-seek activated, Han Fei quickly found the young female online friend who had just come of age in a corner of the alley.

"what happened to you?"

Han Fei slowly approached and noticed that the female netizen's body was swaying, and she was holding a sharp piece of glass in her hand.

"Let me find you a place to take shelter from the rain. Have you eaten yet?"

With warm words and concern, Han Fei approached her step by step. The woman swung the shards of glass at him, but before she could touch Han Fei, she fell down.

Han Fei touched the female netizen's forehead; her body temperature was very high.

"You have a fever and you still want to come out and kill me? Are you trying to take me down with you? It's not worth it! My life, Fu Yi's life, is already on its last countdown, while you have a bright future ahead of you." Han Fei took out his phone and dialed his wife's number. Then, he carried his female online friend out of the alley and rushed towards the nearby hospital.

After going to the emergency room, Han Fei prepaid enough for the medical expenses, then found an ATM and withdrew 1,500 yuan, which he put into the female netizen's backpack.

Looking at the weak female netizen on the hospital bed, Han Fei couldn't help but sigh again. This shrine inheritance mission was probably the mission that made him sigh the most: "Take good care of your health. You need to be healthy to have the strength to kill me."

As Han Fei got up to leave, he suddenly noticed that the female online friend was still clutching his clothes in a daze.

"Never mind, I'll stay with you a little longer."

Han Fei now felt a sense of urgency. The title of "clear-cut love and hate" would accelerate the growth of love and hatred, so he needed to reduce everyone's hatred towards him as soon as possible.

After the female netizen's condition stabilized a bit, Han Fei left the hospital and returned home.

His wife prepared clean clothes for him on the sofa. After changing, he quietly went into the bedroom.

Then he was surprised to find that the mattress he had put on the floor had been put away, the blanket had been moved to the bed, and his wife was sleeping on her left side, leaving the right half of the bed near the door empty.

To be honest, Han Fei was quite touched, but he still obediently took out the mattress and spread it on the ground, and then put the pillow and quilt back on the mattress.

He couldn't help it; he didn't feel at ease sleeping in the bed.

After taking a quick nap, Han Fei got up again to wash up and get ready for work.

"I'm going to the company. Keep an eye on the news. If the former principal's name is cleared, remember to share this good news with Fu Sheng," Han Fei instructed before leaving.

"Do not worry."

Han Fei rushed to the company after leaving home, but he was still late.

"Oh no, Zhao Qian is going to scold me again. I stood her up last night, so today is going to be tough. I have to be careful all the time."

Upon entering the floor where the company was located, Han Fei was surprised to find that Zhao Qian hadn't caused him any trouble this time, and none of his four subordinates were in their offices.

"What about people?"

While Han Fei was wondering, a series of exclamations came from the company's conference room.

Han Fei immediately took off his coat, got half a cup of coffee, and pretended that he had been working for a long time.

As Han Fei walked toward the conference room, he pushed open the door and found everyone gathered inside, many of them taking photos with their phones.

Upon getting closer, Han Fei saw a woman who was nearly 1.8 meters tall, wearing a distinctive outfit of a rebel from the game of immortality, holding a chainsaw, and striking various poses.

Octopus has taken the concept of "the less you wear, the stronger you are" to the extreme. His game costumes are good-looking, but they are too economical with fabric.

"Huh? Team leader, when did you get here?" Fake Tree Bro was filming on tiptoe when he accidentally bumped into Han Fei.

"I've been here for a while, but you were so engrossed in taking pictures that you didn't even see me."

"Come on, team leader, let me make room for you."

"No need, you guys take the pictures, I'm going back to work." Han Fei turned and walked outside. As he went to open the conference room door, the sound of a chainsaw suddenly rang out from the other end of the conference room.

Han Fei's heart raced: "No way? Li Guo'er just drew it casually. I must be too nervous."

Unable to resist turning back, Han Fei exchanged a glance with the woman holding the chainsaw. A cruel smile slowly spread across her cold face.

Han Fei's face twitched; he recognized the look in the eyes—he had encountered someone who wanted to kill him.

Pretending not to see it, Han Fei quickly ran back to his office, took out his phone, and checked the messages on his alternate account.

He hasn't had any contact with those women he was flirting with these past few days, and hasn't spoken a single word to them.

Last night, a woman who had been having flirtatious chats with him sent him a lot of messages, basically saying, "If you don't come looking for me, then I'll come looking for you."

Han Fei clicked on the woman's profile picture, but it turned out to be a fake account that had hidden all its real information.

"Team leader, why are you sweating again?" Li Guo'er handed Han Fei a wet wipe and said with a smile, "Everyone else stared wide-eyed at that model, but you turned and ran away. Do you know her before?"

"If we all just sit here looking at pretty girls, who will build the company's future? You can look at pretty girls a hundred times, but they won't be yours. But if you work hard, the money and the future will be yours."

"But the first thing that model said when she came to the company was—'Is Fu Yi here?' Sister Qian was stunned when she heard that." Li Guo'er laughed happily: "Team leader, think back carefully, have you met her somewhere before? By the way, that model's name is Love."

(End of this chapter)