Chapter 122 Heart to Heart

When Han heard this, he raised his eyes and looked at him deeply, then lowered his eyes and remained silent.

She fell into a state of anxiety again.

Seeing this, Gu Ningwei stretched out his arm and put his arm around her waist. "Look, Mom is just a patient. You don't have to care about her attitude towards you. It's not her fault that she's sick. You should still take me to see her."

He spoke very softly, but Han was touched. She just lowered her head so as not to let him see the tears in her eyes.

It was night, the wind blew the curtains, dispelling the day's stuffiness. Aunt Zhao bought a small bunch of gardenias when she went shopping, and put them in a crystal glass bottle, which exuded a fresh fragrance.

"Don't you care?" Han asked softly.

"What do you care about?" Gu Ningwei raised his eyebrows.

"My family." Han said softly.

She had never thought about the differences in their families until she found out that Gu Ningwei proposed to get married.

In the past, she regarded their relationship as a fleeting romance.

Even if they love each other, there will be no result in a few months.

There is no need to consider the differences between each other when something will not produce any results.

They are intersecting parallel lines, and after the intersection, each has its own direction.

But now it’s different. If Gu Ningwei wants to get married, he has to consider the differences in their families.

Han didn't feel unworthy of Gu Ningwei's deep affection for him, but for Liu Suping...

She didn't want to be a source of contention between the two later on.

No one likes to have a relative with a bad mental state, and he feels helpless about Liu Suping's sudden irritability and gradually lost memory.

Gu Ningwei stared at her with his dark eyes. He sighed, put his arm around Han Que's waist, and buried his head in her neck. "I know. I knew it from the beginning, so I think you've had a hard time."

Han didn't move. Tears slowly welled up in her eyes. After a long moment, she whispered, "Actually, I don't know what to do. My dad's gone, and my mom's like this. Every time I go see her, I can't eat for days after I come back. I feel so bad."

Gu Ningwei's voice came muffled from her shoulder, "I know, I've seen it all, and I understand... When my mother was sick, it was just Aunt Zhao and I by her side. I was less than fifteen at the time, and I wasn't mentally prepared at all..."

Han nodded and stroked his hair with his backhand, "Oh, I forgot, you are a motherless child."

"Yes, I've experienced this kind of separation before, so I can understand your feelings..." Gu Ningwei raised his head, turned around, and slowly exhaled. After a while, he said, "After my parents divorced, my mother lived with me. Before that, she helped my father start a business and had been unemployed for a long time. At that time, she could only find an ordinary job, starting at the bottom of a private enterprise. She relied on her salary to support the two of us, and our life was very tight..."

Han held his hand and said nothing.

Gu Ningwei shook his head gently. "My mom is very strong-willed. She won't mention anything about her and my dad in front of me, and she doesn't like to tell others that she used to be Gu Zhicheng's wife. But Gu Zhicheng had already started to make a fortune at that time, and I often read about how he got rich in the newspapers and news. I saw how glorious he was, while my mom and I had such a hard life. I was very resentful and would often get angry with her. I had no way to vent my anger, and I would fight with people at school every few days. I couldn't beat them, and I often came home with a black eye and a swollen face...My mom didn't blame me when she saw it, but just told me that using force can't solve problems at all. Only using your brain can solve problems."

Gu Ningwei lowered his head and remained silent for a long time, his hands clenched into fists in Han Que's palms.

"When I was fourteen or fifteen, I had passed my rebellious teenage years and was gradually becoming more sensible. My grades were also improving. My mother was very pleased and praised me to everyone she met. She said I was almost there, but she never expected that she would fall ill that year."

Gu Ningwei stopped talking, his mood obviously depressed.

However, Han saw the unconcealable sadness in his lowered eyes.

He remembered that when his mother was sick, he took Aunt Zhao to seek medical treatment everywhere.

He also heard her tossing and turning in her hospital bed in the dead of night, tortured by the severe pain that swept through her body and dying.

He had heard her stifled sobs and desperate cries.

I also heard her cry and say to Aunt Zhao: "I'm not afraid of death, but I can't bear to leave Awei. I will never see him again..."

Gu Ningwei's eyes gradually turned red. The memories that had been buried deep in his memory for more than ten years came to his mind at this moment. His hand trembled slightly in Han Que's hand.

"Sometimes, I hate myself too. I hate that I was too young and powerless at that time. I couldn't let her live a good life..."

Gu Ningwei's voice was hoarse and his tone was almost choked.

Han turned around and hugged him, comforting him softly, "Actually, you don't have to think like that. You were young at that time and didn't have the ability to do what you wanted to do. And I don't think your mother really wants you to live a good life. What she meant by a good life was just seeing you happy."

As she spoke, her eyes were filled with tears.

She paused, then continued with a sob, "My father also said at that time, I just want to see my daughter live a happy life..."

She couldn't continue.

The two were silent, and could hear the faint voices of people and traffic outside the window, Aunt Zhao talking in the room, and the laughter of children and barking of dogs in the community downstairs.

Gu Ningwei's emotions calmed down instantly. He pursed his lips, reached out and touched Han Que's face, wiped her tears, and said lightly: "Hey, it's useless to say all this now. If you have the opportunity to be good to them, do it. Don't wait until later to regret it."

Han understood what he wanted to say and nodded silently.

Gu Ningwei glanced at her and smiled: "If my mother were alive today, she would definitely like you too. You are so beautiful, so capable, and so good to me..."

"Am I good to you?" Han Que'er smiled, tears in his eyes, but he deliberately teased him: "I haven't cooked for you, and I haven't even washed a pair of socks for you. If your mother were here, she would definitely think I'm not qualified..."

"My mother isn't one of those people with feudal ideas," Gu Ningwei retorted. "She doesn't favor boys over girls at all, and she wouldn't blame you for something like that. She taught me how to do housework since I was little, and she told me that men and women are equal and I shouldn't have chauvinistic ideas. She said those were all feudal remnants..."

Han chuckled, her eyes sore. She remembered that Liu Suping always scolded her for not doing housework well and that no man would like her in the future.

Gu Ningwei said seriously, "I think my mom is right. Household chores and trivial matters in life are both unimportant and unimportant. You say they are unimportant, but if they are not handled properly, life will become a mess. Arguing over such trivial matters will wear down relationships."

He sighed, "My dad was like that back then. He was a male chauvinist and always demanded everything from my mom in his personal life. He always said he was working hard, but when he really encountered a problem, it was my mom who made the decisions. But he turned a blind eye and thought he was so great. Actually, I later thought that if he hadn't had those romantic affairs, maybe my mom would have divorced him. They were not the same kind of people to begin with."

Han was silent for a while, then nodded and said softly, "Your mother is truly a wise woman."

Gu Ningwei nodded. "Now I'm actually grateful that she separated from my father. If I had lived with my father back then, he would have definitely raised me to be an arrogant idiot. Men really can't be spoiled sometimes..."

Han was amused by him. She stretched and stood up. "My dad used to say the same thing. Men can't be spoiled. So..." She pointed at the dishes on the table. "Then you go and clean up and wash the dishes... I'm tired and need to rest."

"Okay." Gu Ningwei also stood up and started to clean up the leftovers on the table.

Aunt Zhao finished her video call and came out of the room. Seeing Gu Ningwei tidying up the table, she hurried over and said, "Hey, hey, I'll do it. You all go and do your own things..."

"Aunt Zhao, please stop busying yourself. My hands are already dirty. Just finish it." Gu Ningwei nudged Aunt Zhao with his arm and whispered, "Go see Han Que. I've been trying to persuade him for a long time, but I don't know if he can recover..."

Han received a call from Xie Ming, asking her to meet him.

Han considered it over and did not agree immediately.

She didn't know what else Xie Ming wanted to discuss with her, since she had clearly rejected him.

It is even more impossible for her to help him to bring down Chengguang now. Not only that, she has to help Gu Ningwei complete the transformation of Chengguang Company.

Xie Ming said on the phone, "I got some news, and it might be important to Gu Ningwei... It's not convenient to talk over the phone, so it would be best if we could meet in person."

Han remained calm and said with a smile: "Then I will give you Gu Ningwei's contact information, and you can contact him directly."

Xie Ming said, "That's not necessary. I don't want to see him."

Han sighed, "That's fine, but I may not be able to help you."

Xie Ming sneered on the phone: "Let's talk about it when we meet. We don't know who will help whom this time."

Han was surprised when she heard this, but driven by curiosity, she agreed to meet Xie Ming.

They met at the cafe where they met last time.

When Han Que arrived, Xie Ming was sitting in the corner with a laptop in front of him. He was busy typing on the keyboard.

Han moved his chair and sat down in front of him.

Xie Ming then raised his head and saw Han Que opposite him, and was a little dazed for a moment.

Han smiled slightly and said, "Thank you, reporter."

Xie Ming's face froze slightly after hearing this. He sighed and said, "I'm not really a journalist anymore. I'm just a casual person making a living by running a self-media platform."

Han said "Oh" and raised his eyebrows in slight surprise, "Why?"

Xie Ming didn't say anything. He leaned over to the QR code on the table to order coffee for her, but Han waved his hand and said, "I don't drink coffee..."

Xie Ming was startled for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at her. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and said, "Oh, then what can you drink?"

Han shook his head and said, "You don't need to drink anything. I'll just sit for a while and leave." He paused and asked, "What did you mean by that?"

Xie Ming looked up at her and said, "Why? Miss Han, don't you know? Financial Weekly has fired me, so I'm no longer a reporter."

Han was even more surprised: "Why is this?"

"Because I offended someone," Xie Ming said coldly, his face stiff. "My investigation touched upon the interests of certain individuals. They were powerful and put pressure on the company, and they used all means to report me, causing the platform to block my account. If someone hadn't spoken up for me, I might have lost my life."

"Is it that serious?" Han frowned.

Xie Ming nodded solemnly. "So now I can't even register an account with my own name. I don't show my face when I appear on media shows, and my voice has to be processed."

Han raised his eyebrows and smiled, "If that's the case, then what did Mr. Xie want to talk to me about today? Aren't you afraid of being banned again?"