My Healing Games

Chapter 566 Confess everything

Han Fei, who was leaning against the bench, felt someone nudging him. He groggily opened his eyes and asked, "What time is it? Are we off work?"

"It's getting dark." Fu Sheng picked up the plastic bag and the remaining wine bottle and threw them into the trash can.

Do I smell strongly of alcohol?

"Fortunately."

"That's good." Han Fei stood up, straightened his suit, and walked out of the small park with Fu Sheng: "Tomorrow, tell your mother that there wasn't enough food for lunch and ask her to prepare an extra portion."

"Aren't you going to work tomorrow?" Fu Sheng turned to look at his father, as if it was the first time he had seen his father like this.

"You're a high school student who skips class every day, what right do you have to tell me what to do when I'm an adult who skips work?" Han Fei shook his suit jacket, hoping to get rid of the smell of alcohol on him as soon as possible.

“But I know most of the courses taught at school. The rest are things I’m not interested in. Isn’t school just a place to teach knowledge?” Fu Sheng said expressionlessly, carrying his schoolbag.

Hearing Fu Sheng's rebuttal, Han Fei had nothing to say: "That's fine."

The father and son walked back to their neighborhood along the street, and they didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

Arriving at his doorstep, Han Fei knocked on the door.

A short while later, his wife came over and opened the door. She immediately saw Han Fei and Fu Sheng standing outside the door.

Without prior discussion, Han Fei and Fu Sheng spoke at the same time.

We met on the road.

"We met downstairs."

The wife looked at Han Fei and Fu Sheng at the door and smiled, "I didn't say anything, you two are so strange."

"I'll go cook." Han Fei felt a little guilty. He usually came home with his head held high after work, but this time, after drinking, he felt uneasy and had to do some housework.

"Don't bother, I've got everything ready. You two go wash your hands and eat." His wife helped Han Fei take off his suit jacket. Looking at the wrinkled clothes, she frowned slightly: "Did you go to the construction site?"

"No." Han Fei waved his hand and glanced at Fu Sheng: "I had some drinks with friends at noon and then fell asleep."

"Drink less alcohol, it's bad for your health."

"Don't worry." Han Fei was well aware of his physical condition, but he still blurted out those two words. If he could, he was willing to protect this family from the wind and rain forever.

The family sat around the dining table. Fu Tian stopped asking to watch TV. He was attracted by the delicious food on the table, holding chopsticks in his hand and staring intently at the dishes.

No one spoke much during the dinner, but it was a very warm and cozy meal, as if everyone was tacitly maintaining this last bit of warmth.

After a satisfying meal, Fu Sheng didn't go back to his room for the first time; instead, he sat in a corner of the living room sofa reading a book.

The wife washes the dishes and tidies up the kitchen.

Fu Tian, ​​who is full of energy every day, always clamors to play hide-and-seek with Han Fei. He always gets caught by Han Fei, but when it's his turn to catch Han Fei, he can never find him.

That cute little face was particularly defiant; he fought on despite repeated defeats, only to be defeated again and again.

The wife shook her head at the sight. The boy was so competitive. Han Fei was such a grown man, yet he still went all out in a game of hide-and-seek, constantly moving and blocking the line of sight.

After Fu Tian got tired of playing, Han Fei picked him up and said, "I'll take Fu Tian to his room to sleep first."

Pushing open the door to Fu Tian's room, Han Fei had just placed Fu Tian on the bed when he suddenly discovered that all of Fu Tian's toys had been packed into boxes and sealed up.

"This is……"

After leaving Fu Tian's room, Han Fei came out again, and Fu Sheng also left the living room and went back to his room on the second floor.

"Something feels off." Han Fei opened a few more room doors, and many things were already packed. "Everything was fine when I woke up this morning. Did she pack all this during the day?"

As Han Fei stepped out of the bedroom, he saw his wife.

She sat down at the dining table and took out a carefully preserved document bag from the cabinet.

“Yesterday, while I was cleaning the house, I saw the news on TV.” The wife slowly unpacked the file folder. “Then I went to your company to pick you up.”

"You went to my company yesterday?!" Han Fei's heart pounded when he heard his wife's words, and his eyes widened.

“When I arrived, you had already left. Zhao Qian met with me. After I asked her, she gave me the mother’s contact information.”

"Which mother?"

"Fu Yi's mother."

The wife opened the document bag and took out the property certificate, purchase contract, and deed tax invoice, placing them on the table.

The lights inside the room dispelled the darkness of the night, and time seemed to stand still. Han Fei could not hear the ticking of the clock, and a special emotion arose in his mind.

“I’m a mother too, I know her pain. If she had any other way, she definitely wouldn’t have come to you.” His wife pushed the things on the table in front of Han Fei: “Sell the house, saving lives is the priority.”

His wife's words truly touched the softest part of Han Fei's heart. He never imagined that he could meet such a gentle person in the world of memories in the shrine.

"Thank you."

After Han Fei said thank you, his wife shook her head: "Actually, I did this not to help him, but just to thank you. Thank you for turning my fantasy into reality."

She placed her hands on the table and clasped them together: "I don't understand why this would happen, but I'm sure you're not Fu Yi."

Saying those words seemed to have exhausted all her strength. She slumped over the dining table, looking extremely distressed, like a little girl who had thrown her favorite rose into a place she would never touch.

“I… am indeed not him.” Han Fei lowered his head. He had encountered a similar situation in the Mirror God’s memory world.

On her deathbed, the Mirror God's mother never looked at Han Fei, but instead gazed at the former master of the shrine.

Even with the help of the shrine's memory world, there is still a certain probability that the closest and most cherished people can see through the illusion.

The living room was quiet. After a long while, Han Fei spoke again: "Don't tell Fu Sheng and Fu Tian about this. I want to make up for some regrets in their lives."

His wife gradually calmed down, her eyes still red, and she tried her best to keep her emotions in check: "Don't worry, Fu Sheng has finally gotten out of the shadows, we can't upset him now."

"Hmm." Han Fei nodded, his hand slowly pressing on his trouser pocket as he considered whether to tell his wife the diagnosis.

“I looked at the new house today.” His wife took out her phone and moved a chair to sit next to Han Fei. “It’s near Fu Sheng’s school. We can rent it long-term until Fu Sheng finishes his college entrance exam.”

"Is this house a bit run-down?" Han Fei's heart started racing when he saw the pictures. The room's layout was exactly the same as the one he had seen in the administrator's mission!
It was narrow, dark, and dilapidated. It was very close to the school, but only a few stops away from the plastic surgery hospital.

Living in such a place, Fu Tian and Fu Sheng's talent for seeing ghosts would surely shine brightly.

"Let me take another look? The main problem is that Fu Yi's condition can't be delayed any longer. In order to prevent her condition from worsening, we need to send the money over as soon as possible."

"Let's choose carefully again." Han Fei didn't take out the diagnosis results; he planned to give his wife some time to recover.

"Then I'll go pack my things. The agent will be here tomorrow."

“It would be very troublesome to find a real estate agent and show people houses now. I do know someone who has been wanting a house in our neighborhood.” Han Fei still remembered Zhang Yu’s unbridled mockery of him yesterday. That guy regarded Fu Yi as his main competitor, had some spare money, and wanted to buy a house in the neighborhood where Fu Yi lived.

Taking out his phone, Han Fei dialed Octopus's number. This was the first time he had ever called Octopus.

"Fu Yi? What do you want?" Loud music came from the phone, and the octopus seemed to be having a party.

"Didn't you want to buy my house yesterday? I can sell it to you for 90% of the market price, but you have to have all the paperwork ready by noon tomorrow and bring at least enough for a down payment." The discount Han Fei offered was astonishing. His house was in the city center, and it was already in high demand but short supply, with prices rising every year.

"10% off!" Octopus instantly perked up, the music on his phone started to fade, and it sounded like he'd run outside a nightclub: "Are you serious?"

“You know my current situation; I desperately need money.” Han Fei flipped through the purchase contract on the table. “I’ve also contacted other people. If you’re serious about buying, then come over as soon as possible.”

"Okay! It's a deal! I'll take the day off tomorrow and come see you!"

After hanging up the phone, Han Fei carefully put away all the documents. He was in a hurry to sell them tomorrow for two reasons: first, because of the random quest at the shrine, which was ending tomorrow; and second, because of the hatred that the players had mentioned earlier, which should lead to that point tomorrow night.

If Han Fei's guess is correct, the other party's target is someone in this family, so he must move out as soon as possible.

"After tomorrow night, this room might become a haunted house, and it will be difficult to sell it then."

The octopus thought he was getting a bargain, but he was actually taking over a bad deal, and it might even be a ghostly deal from the underworld.

"After he buys the house tomorrow, I will tell him not to move in yet, and try to save his life."

His wife packed her things overnight, while Han Fei began planning what to do next.

Around 3 a.m., Han Fei's phone suddenly rang. He glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was Wu Shan calling.

After getting up and going into the bathroom, Han Fei put on his headphones before answering the phone.

"What's up?"

“We succeeded. That perfect woman named Du Shu has been sent to the Paradise Maze.” Wu Shan’s voice trembled, still somewhat shaken. “We lost two more people. In addition, we discovered that the plastic surgery hospital is a haunted house. Rose also lost contact with us during the operation and seems to be trapped deep inside the hospital.”

"Rose didn't escape?"

"His last message to me was to contact you immediately." Wu Shan's voice was full of bitterness: "He also said that dying here might really mean dying, and that I had to be careful."

(End of this chapter)