My Healing Games

Chapter 549 Fu Sheng's First Step

Upon hearing Shen Luo's words, the car fell silent instantly, as if time had stood still.

The man in the suit and the big fish looked at Shen Luo, both trying to make sure they hadn't misheard.

"Seven...wives?" the man in the suit asked again to confirm.

“Yes.” Shen Luo nodded very firmly: “He is a very good person, and he is also handsome. I estimate that his charm level is quite high, which is why so many girls like him.”

“There are all sorts of ways to play in Perfect Life, and its existence is justified, no wonder he’s not in a hurry at all.” Big Fish started the van and looked at himself in the rearview mirror: “If I had seven wives, I wouldn’t be in a rush to leave the hidden map either.”

"No matter how high his initial charm is, he can't possibly have seven wives. Maybe he has some rare item that can increase his charm attribute, or maybe his profession is just special." The man in the suit sat next to Shen Luo, his tone sour.

"Actually, I don't know Han Fei very well. He saved me when I was wanted by the residents here." Shen Luo felt the effects of the drug wearing off. "Brother, how should I address you?"

“Everyone calls me Boss. I’m one of the shareholders of the Inevitable Truth website. I play this game mainly to lead my brothers to make big money.” The man in the suit took out his phone and dialed Rose’s number: “We’ve already contacted Han Fei. His abilities are quite special. We’ll talk in detail when we meet.”

After the van disappeared from the road, Han Fei turned his attention away and entered the company.

“Players don’t have a way to fight the monsters, but they are quick-witted and should be useful cannon fodder.” Han Fei wasn’t worried that Shen Luo would tell others his secret. He knew that in Shen Luo’s eyes, he was probably just a freeloader, and he hoped that the players would misunderstand him that way.

"They all think I'm a kept man, but once I find Da Nie, they'll know how powerful I am."

In the world of shrine memories, death does not mean true death, but rather the loss of most of one's memories, so Han Fei did not pay any attention to those players.

Back in his office, Han Fei intended to continue working, but unexpectedly received a call from the police.

Teacher Liu did not lie to the police and confessed that Han Fei had helped her, so the police wanted to ask Han Fei some questions and hoped that he would come to the school as soon as possible.

Han Fei originally wanted to refuse, but considering that he had the title of "Heroic and Righteous" and could earn experience rewards for doing good deeds, he chose to cooperate with the police.

Scenes that have happened countless times in reality are recreated in the world of memory; indeed, gold shines wherever it is.

Han Fei called Zhao Qian to ask for leave, and then took a taxi to Fu Sheng's school.

He was stopped by the school security guard as soon as he entered the school gate. Han Fei is now a well-known figure in the school. The first time he was called to the school by the teacher, he directly beat up the principal. Who wouldn't be afraid of someone like that?

"Mr. Fu, the principal specifically instructed that you absolutely cannot be allowed in." Two security guards stood in front of Han Fei with wry smiles.

"That old man has already been arrested by the police, why are you still listening to him? Were you two helping him bury the body back then?" Han Fei's words made the security guard's face turn pale: "Don't be nervous, the police called me here this time."

Han Fei walked past the two security guards and arrived at the office building. He had only taken a few steps when he heard Teacher Liu crying.

Han Fei gently knocked on the door and entered the office of the first-year high school group. Teacher Liu was crying her eyes out, and a policewoman and two female teachers were comforting her.

For a long time, Ms. Liu's father has been slandered and defamed. She was gossiped about by her neighbors since she was a child, and many children told her to her face that her father was promiscuous.

All the injustices have only been revealed today, but the price has been extremely heavy. She had thought her father couldn't bear the accusations from others and had fled to another city. She firmly believed that her father was still alive, and she returned to this school to try to wash away the stain he left behind, hoping to see him again one day.

Unfortunately, all her illusions shattered the moment the soil was dug up. Teacher Liu met her father, the man who had dedicated his life to doing the right thing.

The remaining police officers gestured for Han Fei to enter the room next door, where they asked him many questions.

Dealing with police questioning was as easy as drinking water for Han Fei. He had already thought about the questions the police would ask on his way here, and he was as skilled as if he were one of the police himself.

Han Fei hadn't let a single detail slip by. When he came out of the small house, the two policemen who had been questioning him still seemed to have a lingering sense of satisfaction.

Seeing that Teacher Liu was still unable to calm down, Han Fei did not approach her rashly. He recalled the chat history between Fu Yi and Teacher Liu, and then turned and left.

A dozen minutes later, he bought Liu's favorite food from the supermarket, gently placed it on a corner of the table, and then quietly left.

“These women are all so outstanding, Fu Yi, you deserve to die.”

Han Fei walked alone in the school corridor. Fu Sheng's hatred for him had lessened a bit, and if possible, he hoped that Fu Sheng could return to the school.

With the principal arrested and the parent who bullied him becoming a wanted fugitive, there shouldn't be anyone in the school targeting Fu Sheng anymore.

"If he can go back to school, he should be able to see these positive changes."

To prevent Fu Sheng from being bullied again, Han Fei returned to Fu Sheng's former class.

A male teacher wearing glasses was giving a math lesson on the podium. He spoke in an affected manner and seemed to only like the good students sitting in the first two rows, ignoring the students in the back.

Han Fei waited politely until the teacher finished class before entering the classroom.

"Hello teacher, I would like to ask you some questions."

"you are?"

“I am Fu Sheng’s father.”

Before Han Fei could finish speaking, the math teacher's expression changed, and he looked impatient: "I still have to prepare my lesson, I don't have time, you can ask someone else."

"Five minutes. I just want to know who in this class has bullied Fu Sheng, and have a good talk with them. If Fu Sheng can come back to class, I hope they can get along well." Han Fei spoke very gently.

"Come back? I think it's better if he doesn't come back. With his personality, he'd probably be more efficient at self-study."

"People cannot live apart from the group. I hope he can have the same learning memories as other children." Han Fei gives the impression of having a very good temper.

"He wasn't bullied by anyone in the class; he just acted out of character. Let me be blunt with you: even when he comes back to class, he still sits alone in the corner, making everyone uncomfortable." The bespectacled teacher finished packing his things and got up to leave, but Han Fei blocked his way.

“If the students are not feeling well, shouldn’t the teacher try to guide them? How can you just give up?” Han Fei continued to speak kindly.

"Guide?" The teacher chuckled dismissively. "Some students can be guided, but some are simply hopeless."

“People can change, and I believe Fu Sheng will become more cheerful as well,” Han Fei said sincerely.

"What's the point of those superficial changes?" The male teacher seemed to dislike Fu Sheng: "I put a new trash bag on this trash can, but no student in the class thinks the trash can is clean, and no one wants to sit next to it."

"Everyone buys trash cans from supermarkets, but only trash cans from garbage dumps are despised." Han Fei was already a little angry: "Sometimes it's not the trash can that's dirty, but the surrounding environment."

"What do you mean?" The math teacher slammed his book on the podium, his voice rising considerably. He felt that Han Fei had also insulted him.

"I'm talking to you nicely, and you're being sarcastic." Han Fei's eyes flashed with coldness, his gaze like a sharpened knife as he stared at the male teacher's neck: "I hit your principal yesterday, and I was fine afterward, but your principal was arrested by the police."

The male teacher only then realized the seriousness of the problem. He unconsciously took two steps back, his body almost touching the blackboard: "This is a school, a place for teaching and nurturing people. Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

"I don't need you to be afraid of me. I just need you to treat everyone equally and teach all the students, including Fu Sheng, well." Han Fei glanced at the male teacher's unsteady legs, ignored him, walked to the podium, and stopped in front of a desk.

The fat man who had previously led the bullying of Fu Sheng was sitting there, no longer the arrogant man he used to be. He was trembling, seemingly still not used to his new status.

Yesterday he was a rich second-generation heir with power and influence in his family, but today he has become the son of a wanted criminal, and his friends who used to be close to him are now keeping their distance.

"You used to isolate Fu Sheng and constantly bully him. Now you're experiencing bullying and emotional abuse, aren't you?" Han Fei sat in front of the fat man, but his gaze was sweeping over the other students in the class.

He has an excellent memory; he hasn't forgotten anyone who bullied Fu Sheng in the video.

“You are still children, and you won’t understand what I’m saying about empathy. But remember, one day you may also become the ones who are isolated and bullied. I hope that someone will speak up for you then.”

Han Fei originally wanted to teach those students a lesson to pave the way for Fu Sheng's return to school, but he now realized that it was no longer necessary.

As Han Fei got up and left the classroom, he had just stepped out of the teaching building when he suddenly heard a system notification.

"Attention player number 0000! Liu Lina's hatred towards you has decreased by one point, bringing the total decrease to six points."

Sensing something, Han Fei turned around to look.

Teacher Liu stood behind a window, all alone, holding the things Han Fei had given her.

"I'm sorry." Han Fei's eyes were full of apology. He didn't linger and turned to leave.

As Han Fei was taking a taxi home, he saw his wife haggling with a roadside vendor when they were almost at their doorstep.

He got off the bus early and quietly walked over.

"Should we make cola chicken wings today?"

Han Fei's voice suddenly rang out, startling his wife who was picking out chicken wings. She turned around and saw Han Fei, her eyes full of surprise: "You usually come home late, but now you're coming home earlier and earlier every day? It's not even 5:30 yet."

"I want to spend more time with you and the children." Han Fei naturally took the bag full of groceries from his wife's hands, his face full of a happy smile.

“You can’t leave early.” His wife looked at Han Fei and suddenly reached out to straighten his dusty collar. “Are you having some problems at work? Don’t push yourself. If you’re too tired, take a good rest.”

"Not tired." Han Fei suddenly remembered that when he was filming this morning, he seemed to have taken off his clothes, and that's when the dust on his collar got on. "Let's go home. Today I'll make you some cola chicken wings and some crispy fried chicken wings. They'll definitely make Fu Tian drool."

"You should rest, I'll do it." The wife's expression was very gentle, and the hatred in her eyes was slowly being replaced by confusion.

"That won't do. I want to show off my culinary skills." Han Fei plans to cook for himself for the foreseeable future. He doesn't have much time left, and he wants to create more memories for his family in the limited days he has.

The two went home together. After Han Fei changed his clothes, he and his wife went into the kitchen.

While Han Fei was busy preparing the seasonings, cleaning the chicken wings and side dishes, his phone, which was in the living room, suddenly rang.

Compared to Han Fei, his wife's reaction was stronger; her hand trembled slightly, as if she had experienced similar situations many times before.

Even when Fu Yi goes home for dinner, he will sometimes rush back to the company to "work overtime" because of a phone call.

"Phone, phone." Fu Tian was a very cute kid. He took Han Fei's phone and ran into the kitchen.

When Fu Tian came in, his wife's expression changed slightly. Fu Yi used to hate it when others touched his phone, and he would yell at his wife for it every time.

"I'm washing the meat, could you take it for me?" Han Fei said casually without looking up.

The wife wiped her hands somewhat uncertainly, then answered the phone: "Hello."

"We are reporters from Old Street News, and we would like to interview Mr. Fu Yi to report on his heroic deeds in assisting the police in solving the case."

Hearing the voice from the other end of the phone, the wife's heart jumped back into her stomach, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Han Fei, who was washing chicken wings, stopped using his masterful acting skills and casually wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, but his heart was still pounding.

"Who's calling?"

"It's a journalist." The call paused briefly as his wife held the phone to Han Fei's ear.

"Hello, Mr. Fu Yi, we would like to interview you."

"It's too late today, I need to spend time with my family. I'll go to the company for the interview tomorrow." Han Fei said, then had his wife hang up the phone. "Ugh, another TV appearance, what a hassle."

"Is Dad going to be on TV again?!" Fu Tian was more excited than anyone else. Perhaps in his young eyes, his father was the most amazing person.

"Don't make a fuss about it, keep a low profile." Han Fei proudly prepared his signature dish, while Fu Tian excitedly ran around the kitchen. His wife watched this scene, her gaze gradually softening. She didn't want much; a little happiness was enough.

Half an hour later, the aroma began to fill the room, and Han Fei set the food on the table.

Fu Tian couldn't wait any longer and obediently sat down in the chair, while his wife began serving rice.

After all three were seated, Han Fei turned his head and glanced at the second floor.

He took a deep breath, took the plate from his wife, put the delicious food he had made into a bowl, and then carried the plate upstairs.

Han Fei knocked lightly on the door and placed the tray outside Fu Sheng's room as usual. But just as he was about to leave, the lock on Fu Sheng's door suddenly turned.

(End of this chapter)