Addiction sets in at night; even the abstinent older man has fallen for it.

Hearing the click of the door opening, He Qihan suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the door, his eyes widening in fright.

If his mother came in and saw the pistol, he would not only expose his true intentions, but also lose the only tool he could use to kill Mu Tiantian.

No.

I must never let my mother find out.

In a split second, he shoved the pistol under the table, and as his mother opened the door and came in, he bent down as if to pick up the broken glass.

He Meijuan was holding a bowl of boiled milk in one hand and opened the door a little slowly.

She went inside and saw that a glass had been broken. She strode over and hurriedly stopped him, saying, "Ahan, don't move, let Mom clean it up."

He Qihan didn't pay attention to the force of his hand when he turned his head, and bumped into a piece of broken glass. The sharp glass edge immediately cut a bloody mark.

He frowned and hissed.

He Meijuan placed the hot milk on the table and pulled He Qihan to sit down on the edge of the bed. Since they had only recently moved in, there was no first-aid kit on hand, so she could only pull out some tissues from the table and wipe away the blood that had flowed out.

"Ahan, does it hurt? Wait a minute, Mom will go buy you a band-aid right now." As she spoke, she wrapped He Qihan's finger with a tissue and let him hold it himself. She stood up and was about to leave.

He Qihan called out to her, "Mom, it's just a minor injury, it's nothing serious, no need to trouble yourself."

"Mom is worried. Even a small injury hurts. It's always good to have some basic medicine on hand." He Meijuan was still worried.

She was worried that her son's hands would hurt and he wouldn't be able to hold the milk, so she went over and picked up the milk to feed him, saying, "You drink the milk first, then I'll go out."

Her son had trouble sleeping, so she made it a habit to make him a cup of hot milk every day.

He Qihan instinctively backed away.

He's already such a grown man, but his mother still treats him like a child.

It was awkward, but also touching.

He Meijuan belatedly realized the problem. She smiled awkwardly and explained herself in a joking manner, "Ahan, in Mom's heart, you will always be a child who never grows up. Even if Mom is eighty or ninety years old and you are fifty or sixty, Mom can still feed you milk."

As He Qihan imagined that scene, a warm current of familial affection welled up in his heart.

He was afraid that his mother would grow old.

If he is executed, who will take care of his mother when she gets old...?

He was afraid when he thought about this problem.

His feelings for his mother were complex, a mixture of love and hate.

He forgot that his mother had reconciled with Fu Zhenlong.

Then he can be willful for once and do what he wants.

He Meijuan placed the cup of milk in He Qihan's left hand so that he could hold it and drink from it.

Watching He Qihan finish his drink, she took the empty glass and smiled kindly.

"Alright, Ahan, lie down and rest. I'll clean up the broken glass when I get back."

He Qihan didn't want his mother to cause trouble, but he hoped she would get out soon. He needed to take out his gun and hide it. He leaned against the headboard and nodded awkwardly.

He Meijuan noticed that the curtains weren't drawn properly, so she went to draw them before picking up the empty cup and going outside.

The door closed.

He Qihan's expression changed instantly.

It became complicated and heavy.

Actually, if you think about it carefully, he has many good memories of his mother when he was a child.

It's not about blindly controlling him.

He was in poor health when he was a child, and he would get a fever and a cold every few days.

His mother took great care of him patiently and never showed any impatience.

To avoid troubling his mother, he would secretly watch from outside the martial arts school and learn martial arts on his own.

Gradually, my health improved a lot, and I stopped getting sick so frequently.

He learned martial arts to protect himself, so that he could fight back when bullied by school bullies.

But no matter how well he studied, he was always alone.

Those school bullies had many henchmen; a dozen of them would take on one of him.

Even if they beat him to death, their father is powerful and influential, and they can settle things with money.

How ironic and cruel!

If it weren't for his fearless and ruthless attitude that scared the school bullies, he really would have been beaten to death.

His head was grabbed by the school bully and slammed against the wall, breaking his forehead and causing him to bleed profusely. But he didn't cry out or beg for mercy. With half his face covered in blood, he approached the school bully and smiled at him.

The school bully thought he had gone mad and ran away with his gang in fear.

That's how he survived.

From that time on, he learned a cruel way of survival: the world of the strong preying on the weak, and the more afraid you are of death, the faster you will die.

When facing bullies, one should fight back with a "fight to the death" mentality.

I'd rather fight to the death than suffer humiliation.

The thought of being ridiculed and bullied in the past because she didn't have a father ignited her hatred for Fu Zhenlong and Fu Zhengting.

He suppressed his hatred, got out of bed, bent down and pulled the gun from under the table.

If only I could travel back to when I was a student.

He will definitely use this gun to kill all those who have bullied him!

Those people deserve to die!

Fu Zhenlong and Fu Zhengting deserve to die too!

He was determined to kill Mu Tiantian.

This decision will not waver.

Looking around, he struggled with where to hide the gun in a way that would be least likely to be discovered.

In the end, I chose a vase in the corner.

Pull the flower out, hide the gun inside, and then put the flower back.

He wiped the overflowing mud clean with a tissue.

Back in bed, he closed his eyes and rehearsed the shooting scene over and over in his mind.

Fu Zhenlong couldn't sleep, so he went out to the kitchen to get a drink. When he returned to the living room, he saw He Meijuan, who had changed her clothes and was ready to go out.

Only after asking did they learn that He Qihan had gotten his hands on it.

He told He Meijuan to wait for him while he went back to his room to change his clothes and then went out with her.

As He Meijuan looked at Fu Zhenlong, who had changed into casual clothes, she recalled what Fu Zhenlong looked like when he was young. When they were dating, she loved seeing Fu Zhenlong in casual clothes.

Fu Zhenlong looks better the simpler his clothes are.

Wearing a suit is too formal.

Even in old age, that kind of charm remains.

He has thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose, and a straight, upright figure without a beer belly.

If the breakup hadn't been so messy, she would have loved Fu Zhenlong very much.

It was because of love that I hated him for so many years, and only now have I been able to let go of it.

Fu Zhenlong was holding a long coat. He noticed that He Meijuan was dressed rather thinly, so he took it from her.

He took the car keys from He Meijuan and draped his coat over her shoulders.

He Meijuan pulled her coat tighter around herself, feeling somewhat dazed, as if she had returned to the time when she was in love.

Once I got in the car, the feeling became even more pronounced.

Looking at Fu Zhenlong's profile, she felt a strange sense of unreality.

Fu Zhenlong felt a little awkward remaining silent, so he brought up the topic of He Qihan, "Meijuan, what do you think Ahan is thinking now? Has he been influenced by us?"

He Meijuan wasn't sure either, but she knew her son well. "Ahan is actually cold on the outside but warm on the inside. He's a very kind person. It's all my fault for making him live in hatred and unhappy. But I believe that Ahan is a good person at heart, not a bad one. He wouldn't do anything cruel."

"I also believe that I'm not a bad person at heart. If I were really bad, I wouldn't feel guilty," Fu Zhenlong said with emotion.

He Meijuan snorted, only half agreeing, "Even if you're not bad, you're not exactly a good person either. Ahan did a lot of good deeds to help people when he was young."

She couldn't hide her pride when she talked about it.

However, she also understands that human nature is complex and multifaceted.

She only prayed that her son wouldn't do anything foolish.

Fu Zhenlong was neither angry nor rebuttal. He chuckled and said, "You're right, but my two sons, Ashen and Ahan, are both good people. That's really rare."

He Meijuan remained silent. She didn't want her son to be a good person, because good people often don't get good rewards.

She just hoped her son wouldn't become an extreme and bad person.

Upon arriving at the pharmacy, the two purchased bandages and some basic medical supplies for everyday use.

He Meijuan thought she should also prepare fever medicine and cold medicine.

After buying the medicine, I went into He Qihan's room and called him a few times without getting a response. I touched his forehead and found that he had a fever.

He Meijuan felt relieved that she had bought fever-reducing medicine.

I took her temperature, and it's already reached 40°C. She needs to take fever-reducing medication.

After touching He Qihan's forehead, Fu Zhenlong touched his own, and the contrast was terrifying.

Fearing that the medicine wouldn't be very effective, he suggested, "Let's go to the hospital instead."

He Qihan was delirious with fever. Hearing Fu Zhenlong's words, he weakly replied, "No need to go."

He doesn't like hospitals.

I just hate it for no reason.

If I can get through it on my own, I will never go to the hospital.

Fu Zhenlong could sense the rejection in He Qihan's tone.

It must be because they didn't have enough money to be hospitalized before, or they were hospitalized alone without their parents to take care of them, which is why they are so resistant to hospitalization.

His guilt continued to deepen.

The same applies to Ah Shen.

He's a real failure.

"If you don't want to go, then don't go. I'll go boil some water now, and you can take your medicine with hot water. Sweating will make you feel better."

He said that and went out.

He Meijuan went into the bathroom to fetch water and came out, then wrung out a towel to wipe He Qihan's face and neck.

He Qihan opened his blurry vision, looked at Fu Zhenlong's back, and then at He Meijuan sitting by the bed.

So this is what it's like to have your parents by your side to take care of you when you're sick.

This is a sense of peace.

He's only realizing it now!

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Now all he can think about is the loneliness and desolation he felt when he was sick and his parents weren't around.

They were people who lived in hatred from the start.

When you are sick, this hatred can be amplified by recalling past unhappiness.

He had tried to let go, but he couldn't.

Let him continue to hate to the end!

He is used to indifference and not to warmth.

My head was buzzing with fever, and those unhappy memories from the past played back like a movie.

He remembers everyone who bullied him.

If possible, before shooting Mu Tiantian, he hoped to shoot the school bully and his loyal henchmen first.

Anyway, he won't travel alone.

Even if I die, I'll drag those people down with me.

He Meijuan had no idea that He Qihan had such crazy and extreme ideas in his mind. She was still optimistic, thinking that with her and Fu Zhenlong taking such good care of him, this was a good opportunity to cultivate a warm relationship with her son.

"Ahan, is there anything else that's bothering you?" she asked as she continued to wring out the towel and wipe her down.

I'm still a little uneasy if I don't go to the hospital.

"No," He Qihan replied against his will.

He felt very uncomfortable.

Only by killing Mu Tiantian and the group of school bullies who had bullied him could his mind return to normal.

He Meijuan knew her son was putting on a brave face, and murmured with heartache, "You've always been like this, carrying everything on your own since you were little, and you're still carrying it now."

He Qihan felt no emotion, only irony.

He now hates hearing his mother say the words "from childhood".

He closed his eyes as if to avoid it, unwilling and not wanting to see his mother's concerned and distressed expression.

"Ah Shen, relax for a bit. I'll sweep up the broken glass and see if Fu Zhenlong has boiled the water yet."

He Meijuan went to get a broom to sweep the floor.

If you have OCD, once you start cleaning, you want to clean the whole room.

Afraid that the broken glass would splatter on other places, she bent down and carefully swept every spot clean.

Sweeping around the corner, I noticed some dirt on the vase.

She felt the flower was a little crooked and wanted to take it out, straighten it, and wipe it clean.

He Qihan opened his eyes and saw that scene, which startled him sober.

Just as He Meijuan was about to take out the flowers, he coughed twice, turned over, and let out a painful groan.

He Meijuan's attention was instantly diverted. She put down the broom, quickly turned around, and went to the bedside to examine He Qihan. "Qihan, what's wrong? Is your throat sore?"

He Qihan feigned great pain and said weakly, "I feel a little nauseous."

He must be having trouble adjusting to the new environment; he felt unwell from the very first day he checked in.

He Meijuan helped He Qihan up and gently patted his back with one hand.

Just then, Fu Zhenlong brought in the boiled water, and she asked him to bring the trash can over.

Fu Zhenlong first placed the water on the table, then took the trash can.

He Qihan didn't need to pretend; sitting like that was so uncomfortable that he immediately vomited.

He had forgotten how long it had been since he had been sick.

I have hardly ever been sick since adulthood.

I hope there's nothing wrong with my health.

He was determined to carry out his plan to sabotage Fu Zhengting's wedding.

No one could stop him.

Even her own mother couldn't help.

Not only did I vomit, but my skin also started to itch as I vomited.

This time, I have to go to the hospital even if I don't want to.

Fu Zhenlong and He Meijuan saw the large red patch on He Qihan's neck and realized the seriousness of the situation. They quickly prepared to take He Qihan to the nearest hospital.

Upon examination at the hospital, the results showed that it was indeed due to acclimatization issues.

The doctor advised that if the condition did not improve, a change of environment would be necessary.

After listening to the doctor's words, He Meijuan and Fu Zhenlong exchanged a solemn look.

The situation is now very tricky.

Staying abroad is the safest option, but continuing like this isn't good for Ahan.

Bringing him back to China, I'm afraid Ahan still harbors murderous intent towards Fu Zhengting.

What should I do?!

Sending my son to prison is absolutely unacceptable.

While the doctor was treating He Qihan's allergic skin, He Meijuan pulled Fu Zhenlong outside to discuss something.

He Qihan didn't faint. He pretended to close his eyes, but opened them slightly to watch the two figures leaving. A mocking smile appeared on his lips.

Are you that afraid of him going back?

He was betting that Fu Zhenlong wouldn't be so heartless as to send him to a prison abroad.

He dared not overestimate his place in Fu Zhenlong's heart.

Once outside, He Meijuan immediately sighed and asked Fu Zhenlong with concern, "What are your thoughts?"