Han Ying came home from get off work as usual. As soon as she entered the door, she was stunned. The house was so quiet. In the past, Yang Rongyue would be busy cooking in the kitchen, and her father would read the newspaper in the living room. Han Aihong and Han Aiguo were in their room. There was a constant quarrel in the room about which channel to listen to, while Meng Jiao pretended to read a book, but now...
As far as the eye can see, there is an empty area, and the quiet time seems to have stopped moving.
She hesitantly walked into the living room and noticed something was wrong. There were many pieces of white porcelain scattered on the floor, and there were seven or eight cigarette butts lying on the coffee table where her father had placed the water glass.
Her mind was spinning rapidly. Could it be that the report letter had exploded? Her dad lost his temper and smashed things to vent his anger? What about Yang Rongyue and her siblings?
At this time, the door of the master bedroom opened, and Han Cheng walked out with a tired look on his face. His clothes were wrinkled, and his usually upright and serious hair was slightly messy. Compared with before, he seemed to have aged in a day. How old.
Han Ying had never seen such a decadent Han Cheng, and her eyes couldn't help but be startled. Her father was always energetic and meticulous...
She murmured "Dad?".
Han Cheng's voice was hoarse. After reluctantly responding, he squeezed out a gentle smile and said casually, "You're back? Why didn't you go to your grandpa's place today?"
Han Ying came back to her senses and asked with a complicated expression, "You don't want me to come back?"
Han Cheng subconsciously rebuked, "Nonsense, this is your home, why wouldn't I want you to come back? I just think..." The voice paused and changed the subject, "I'll get the broom."
Han Ying took a step ahead of him, "I'll go."
After saying that, he went to the kitchen, found a broom and a shovel, cleaned up the broken porcelain pieces on the living room floor, then found another cup, poured a cup of warm water from the thermos bottle, and walked back to hand it to him.
Han Cheng sat on the sofa absentmindedly, took the cup mechanically, pointed to the side, "You can sit down too, let us father and daughter... talk."
"good."
It was rare for his daughter to be well-behaved and obedient, and she did not contradict him like before. However, Han Cheng's heart at the moment was not filled with relief and joy, but with unspeakable sadness and discomfort. He couldn't help blurting out, "When I was a child, you were so rare to people..." "
Han Ying's heart twitched and she lost control of her mouth. She said angrily, "Yes, when you grow up, you are ignorant and annoying. Why do you think this is?"
Han Cheng turned to look at her. This time he no longer just blamed her for being ignorant. Instead, he confessed in a deep voice, "It's all dad's fault. Wrong step, wrong step..."
Han Ying pursed her lips suddenly.
Han Cheng continued, "Have you been resenting Dad all these years?"
Hearing this, Han Ying straightened his back, but his tone was light, "Let's not talk about resentment. Who told my mother to die early? When you married Yang Rongyue, didn't you also do it under the banner of taking care of me? You were doing it for my own good. If I If I hate you, doesn’t it mean I don’t know what is good and what is good?”
Han Cheng laughed self-deprecatingly, "Yes, that's what I told you at the beginning, and what I told others. I'm busy with work and don't have time to take care of you. You're young, so I don't feel comfortable finding a nanny to take care of you. Marrying another wife couldn't be more reasonable, but I didn't expect that you would reject it so much. Ever since she came in, you started to make trouble. No matter how she tried to please you, you didn't give her a good look, and you distanced yourself from me. …”
Han Ying interrupted coldly, "Do you think I can't tolerate you marrying another woman?"
Han Cheng's eyes flashed, "Isn't it?"
Han Ying sneered, "Of course not. Men have been ruthless since ancient times. I never thought that you would only guard my mother in your life. I am mentally prepared for you to get married again. Even if I don't like the role of stepmother, I will still I hope there is someone around you to take care of you.”
Han Cheng was surprised, "Then how come you..."
Han Ying said every word with hatred, "I just can't tolerate Yang Rongyue. Why can't you understand? I don't like her. I've hated her since the day she came in! Why do you think we can have peace? How about getting along with each other? Why do you think I should respect her like a mother because she can take care of me? Is it just because she is virtuous and generous in front of you? Is it because she can serve you well and let you have no worries and focus on your career? Or is it because she gave you a son and a successor?"
Han Cheng's throat was so congested that he could hardly speak, and his face turned pale inch by inch.
Han Ying almost used up all her strength to say these words. After a while, she continued, "In your eyes, Yang Rongyue is gentle, virtuous, generous and decent. Everything she does is right, and I am right in everything I do." Wrong, since she entered this door, the Han family has been in her hands, and I can't escape it. How did I get my bad reputation outside? This is all due to her and Meng Jiao. If it weren’t for my uncle and grandfather behind me, I might not be alive today.”
"Xiaoying..."
Han Ying sneered, "Do you think I'm alarmist? Do you know that one winter when you were on a business trip, I went to bed at night because of the cold wind, and I had a fever in the morning. She pretended to be concerned and gave me medicine, saying it would reduce the fever, but I stayed at home for a day, but the fever didn't go away, but she still didn't come back. Later, she explained that there were patients in the hospital who couldn't leave. I was so burned at home that I was confused. Fortunately, the weather didn't stop me. My uncle came to bring me food, and then he hurriedly sent me to the county hospital for an injection. The doctor said that if it were a little later, my brain would be burned out even if I was rescued. Later, I even knew that I So when the cold wind blew, Meng Jiao secretly opened the window..."
Han Cheng murmured in shock, "How could it be? When was this, when were you seven years old?"
Han Ying said mockingly, "Yes, Yang Rongyue was pregnant that year, and it was found out early that she was twins. You were very happy, and she was also happy. She felt that she could finally gain a foothold in the Han family, and she could no longer tolerate me. As long as If you get rid of me as an outsider, then there will be no eyesores in this house. How comfortable your family of four will be."
Han Cheng's lips trembled and he asked, "Why didn't you say anything before?"
Han Ying asked, "I told you, would you believe it?"
Han Cheng's face suddenly turned pale.
Han Ying added, "Compared with Yang Rongyue's words, my words have no credibility at all. In your eyes, she treats me better than Meng Jiao's biological daughter, so how could she deliberately harm me? And I am You are a liar, if I tell you, you will only think that I am deliberately slandering Yang Rongyue again."
"Xiaoying, I'm sorry, I, I..." At that time, he was not only blind, but also blind in his heart.
Seeing him like this, Han Ying couldn't tell whether she was happy or distressed. She turned away her face and asked calmly, "Now, are you willing to believe me? Have you finally seen her hypocrisy?"
Han Cheng nodded stiffly.
"What turned you on?"
Han Cheng endured the embarrassment and explained, "...she received things from strangers twice in the hospital. From then on, I began to suspect the investigation. In the past few days, I have done a lot of research."
"Then?"
"...She was unruly and betrayed me."
