My Healing Games

Chapter 562 The Worst Day of My Life?
Han Fei looked at his wife, who was sleeping with her back to him, and he felt that this gentle and virtuous woman had discovered something.

The wife was the one most deeply hurt by Fu Yi. She had known about Fu Yi's affairs for a long time, but she only took the knife from the kitchen at the very end. Before that, she had been giving Fu Yi chances and trying her best to maintain the family.

She wasn't unaware of it; she just didn't say anything.

After sitting for a while, Han Fei slowly lay down, with a large open space between him and his wife, and half of his body exposed outside the blanket.

"I still don't feel well."

Staring blankly at the ceiling, drowsiness gradually crept in. Han Fei tried to close his eyes, but soon he sat up again.

"I can't sleep! Every time I close my eyes, I feel like a circle of blood-red paper figures are dancing around me!"

This isn't sleeping on a mattress; it's like sleeping on the blades of a row of knives!

Han Fei slowly got up, helped his wife tuck the edge of the blanket in, picked up an overcoat, and walked out of the bedroom.

After he left, his wife, who had been facing away from him, slowly curled up and whispered, "It wasn't him..."

Covered with his clothes, Han Fei lay down on the sofa outside: "This random shrine mission has taught me a lot, such as that I must buy a big sofa after I get married, because I will need it sometime."

Lying alone on the sofa, Han Fei slept soundly and fell asleep soon after.

Han Fei didn't dream at all all night until the alarm clock rang, and he woke up rubbing his eyes. He found that he was covered with a thin blanket.

Sunlight streamed into the room. Han Fei sat up from the sofa, stretched his stiff body, and looked towards the kitchen, where his wife was making breakfast.

After folding the thin blanket, brushing his teeth and washing his face, Han Fei looked at the newly installed mirror in the bathroom and saw himself in it.

Successful in his career, with outstanding temperament, he is equally adept in formal settings and domestic matters. He possesses masterful acting skills, a captivating singing voice, and even expertise in criminal investigation and crime-solving. It's no wonder that such an all-around excellent man is a perfect match for Guifu's profession.

"It's a pity, I, Han Fei, am not the kind of person who likes to live off women."

Wiping the water droplets off the mirror, Han Fei went to the dining table and began to eat heartily the breakfast his wife had prepared.

"Is it tasty?"

"It smells so good, so delicious."

Not long after, Fu Sheng also came down the stairs carrying his schoolbag. When he passed Han Fei, he suddenly paused and stared straight at Han Fei's back: "The faceless woman who was always following you is gone."

"Don't talk about such scary things so early in the morning." His wife prepared a lunchbox for Fu Sheng.

Hearing Fu Sheng say this, Han Fei was quite pleased: "Perhaps she went to play with someone else."

After finishing breakfast, Han Fei picked up his briefcase and left home. After leaving the neighborhood, the smile on his face slowly disappeared.

He has already discussed it with Fu Yi's mother, and Fu Yi's mother probably won't cause trouble at the company, but Du Shu definitely won't let it go.

That rich woman was too controlling; she would smash any disobedient toy to pieces.

Han Fei arrived at the company by bus and immediately sensed something was wrong as soon as he got off.

There were many pedestrians standing on the road in front of the company building, and the sound of noisy discussions could be faintly heard.

"How is this going?"

"I heard that a company executive cheated on his wife, and after the mistress had a child, he dumped her."

"What I heard was that the executive's original wife gave birth to a deformed child, and the executive directly divorced and abandoned the mother and child, and then found a younger woman."

"I heard that the executive was having an affair with his boss. He has no ability at all, and he got promoted by doing that."

Han Fei walked past the crowd with a stern face. He heard a voice coming from a loudspeaker, repeating over and over that Fu Yi had abandoned Fu Yi and her daughter, accusing Fu Yi with a pitiful, tearful voice.

Looking towards the source of the sound, Han Fei noticed a modified van parked in the open space in front of the company building. Several loudspeakers were installed on the roof of the van, and the piercing sound was coming from the roof.

The security guard was negotiating with the owner of the van, but several men were sitting inside. They completely ignored the guard and refused to move.

Not far from the van, there was a woman dressed in tattered clothes, who made herself look very pitiful, and hung a huge white cloth with Fu Yi's photo on it at the company entrance.

The content on the white cloth mostly described how tragic Fu Yi's life was, suffering from illness at such a young age.

However, that photo was probably taken secretly. Fu Yi in the photo had no idea that someone was taking pictures of her, and she wasn't looking at the camera; she was just sitting in her wheelchair with her head down.

Han Fei could tolerate everything else, but when he saw Fu Yi's photo being displayed so brazenly, his eyes turned somewhat frightening.

"Fu Yi is a damned beast. You can curse him however you want, but why are you exposing a seriously ill child like this?"

Han Fei walked in the open space in front of the company building, and his colleagues behind the windows were all watching him.

After crossing the open space, Han Fei arrived in front of the huge white cloth. He wanted to go forward, but was stopped by the woman next to him.

The woman, dressed in tattered clothes, spoke in a shrill voice: "What do you want to do!"

"You're not the child's mother, and none of you are her relatives. What right do you have to put her photo here!"

Han Fei reached out and tore off the white cloth. The woman frantically tried to stop him, and the men sitting in the van also got out of the car.

"Isn't this Fu Yi? The real bastard who abandoned his wife has arrived! He does have a certain air about him, no wonder your daughter is so beautiful." The men were burly and strong, and they made lewd jokes without restraint, constantly provoking Han Fei's nerves.

"Don't let him go! He's the one who abandoned the child!" The woman in tattered clothes clung tightly to Han Fei's suit. She spoke skillfully, giving the impression that she was the child's mother.

Those around him, unaware of the truth, hurled insults at Han Fei, who was dressed in a suit and tie, calling him a hypocrite and even wanting to beat him up.

"I'll say it again, you can scold me however you want, just don't post the child's photos and information. All the blame lies with Fu Yi." Han Fei tore off the white cloth and threw the woman away.

He didn't use any force at all, but the woman still crashed into the glass herself. Although she didn't break the glass, she still started yelling and screaming.

"How arrogant! You dare to hit someone like this in public. I can't even imagine how you'll treat your family when you get home." The male thugs who got out of the van blocked Han Fei at the company entrance. They wanted to make a big scene.

Han Fei's face was gloomy. The loudspeaker repeated the story of Fu Yi abandoning his family. The onlookers uttered all sorts of filthy words, and waves of sound surged into his ears. No matter which direction he looked, he could see eyes full of disgust for him.

All around were shouts and curses, and even former colleagues looked at him with disdain.

Han Fei felt as if he were being gripped by a giant hand, making it hard for him to breathe.

He suddenly felt a throbbing pain in his nasal cavity, his head felt dizzy, and he almost fell to the ground.

Clenching his fists, Han Fei supported himself as he walked toward the van, which also displayed a photo of Fu Yi—his daughter.

"Still want to leave?" Several men surrounded Han Fei, laughing as they admired his expression.

"Get out of the way." A chilling voice came from Han Fei's mouth. At the same time, a hysterical laugh echoed in the deepest part of his mind, and an uncontrollable killing intent quietly appeared in Han Fei's eyes.

"What can you do if we don't move aside? What can you do to us!" The men blocked Han Fei's way, and the woman in tattered clothes was crying loudly. She hadn't shed a single tear, but she was covering her head and looked like she wouldn't live much longer.

The onlookers' anger was also ignited, and they walked toward the open space in front of the company building, seemingly to block Han Fei.

Just as a large crowd of onlookers were about to enter the open space in front of the company, a car horn suddenly rang out, drowning out all the noise, followed by exclamations from afar!
"careful!"

"Get out of the way!"

Almost in the blink of an eye, a car sped up and crashed into the van!
The loud crash terrified everyone; the car had rammed the van directly into the company gate!

The car loudspeaker fell to the ground and stopped working, startling the onlookers and causing a sudden silence to fall over the scene.

The deformed car door was kicked open, and a cute and sweet-looking woman stepped out, clutching her bleeding arm. She stepped on the broken glass and glanced at Han Fei.

"Good morning, team leader."

The accident-damaged vehicle and the shattered glass scattered on the ground made Han Fei feel as if he had returned to the evening just a few days earlier when he risked everything to save Li Guo'er.

"You go upstairs first, I can't find my glasses, I need to look for them." Li Guo'er looked at Han Fei and smiled sweetly: "I waited until they all got off the bus before coming over."

(End of this chapter)