Han Yu was in tears as she got in Han Jing's car. She leaned her forehead against the car window and was almost too exhausted from crying.
The home that she used to be proud of and thought was the most indestructible safe haven in her life has now become the executioner with the sharpest blade.
And this sharpest knife was used by her beloved family on her husband.
Han Yu knew what Feng Yang had done.
But her heart is made of flesh and blood, and she cannot be as cold-hearted as the Han family, who would "sacrifice their relatives for the sake of justice."
This is a contradiction that can never be reconciled.
Han Yu wiped away his tears. The rain trickled down the car window, as if covering it with a layer of flowing film.
She raised her eyes slightly and saw the car driving out of the east gate of No. 15.
The scene outside the window is blurry and unclear.
The car turned a corner and drove about ten meters. She vaguely saw a woman holding an umbrella passing by the car.
Unable to see the people outside the window clearly, Han Yu felt some sad thoughts in his mind.
She was probably a silly woman like her.
On a rainy day, instead of finding a place to hide from the rain, he had to walk alone in the pouring rain.
***
At lunch.
The whole family sat around the table.
Han Ze, who was drunk last night and had a night's rest, dragged his tired body downstairs.
After Han Chi left in the morning, Han Shi and Han Jue went out.
Didn't come back until lunch.
Han Ju and his wife, who had said they would come back today, did not come back either. After all, their grandson is still in the hospital. How can they, as grandparents, feel at ease?
Han Hongde looked at the dining table and asked Ai Zhiyin, "Where's Han Jiren?"
Ai Zhiyin: "I'm not feeling well and I'm sleeping. Grandpa, you guys eat, don't worry about him."
Han Hongde asked, "Are you still angry about Feng Yang?"
Ai Zhiyin laughed and said, "How is that possible? I'm just not feeling well. I drank too much last night and now I have a headache."
Han Haoxuan, however, spoke the truth without hesitation, "Grandpa, Dad doesn't have a headache. I just saw him playing games on his phone."
Ai Zhiyin: “…”
She looked at Han Hongde nervously, thinking that Han Hongde would ask her to call Han Ji, but unexpectedly, Han Hongde gave up and said nothing, asking everyone to start eating.
He probably condoned Han Ji's "little temper".
After all, Han Hongde also stood on Han Ji's side in the matter of Feng Yang.
For Han Hongde, there is nothing to blame for being a brave and ruthless member of the Han family.
In the kitchen.
Ai Zhiyin prepared two meals separately, one for Han Ji and one for Han Chen.
She was just about to ask Mrs. Liu to come over and give Han Chen's meal to him.
As soon as I walked out of the kitchen, I met Han Jue.
Ai Zhiyin was a little stunned, "What's missing?"
She thought Han Jue came to the kitchen because he was missing something during dinner.
Han Jue said, "I'll take Han Chen's meal. I haven't seen him in a long time. I have time today so I can talk to him. When I came back last night, he had already gone to bed."
Ai Zhiyin smiled and said, "That's perfect. I don't have to call Mrs. Liu anymore. Here, you can bring it up."
She gestured to the plates on the island.
Han Jue and she each carried one and went upstairs one after the other.
Although Han Jue doesn't talk much on weekdays, he still answers questions. Both of them are people with good personalities, and they will exchange a few words when they meet.
Han Jue is very emotionally intelligent and would praise the taste of some of the dishes prepared by Ai Zhiyin.
Ai Zhiyin would also tell her what she wanted to eat and he would prepare it when he came back.
When they reached the third floor, the two happened to be talking about the delicious stir-fried pork belly with fresh sand ginger prepared by Ai Zhiyin today. Han Jue said that he had not eaten such a home-cooked dish for a long time.
Ai Zhiyin said, "There's still some in the kitchen. You can take it away when you go back."
Han Ji came out of Han Haoxuan's room and looked up to see Han Jue and Ai Zhiyin talking at the stairs.
The two seemed to be talking and laughing.
When Ai Zhiyin was talking to Han Jue, her smile was even more intense than when she was with him.
"Second brother," Han Jue asked when he saw Han Ji approaching from a distance, "Are you feeling better?"
"Very good," Han Ji said, walked over to Ai Zhiyin and took the plate from her.
Han Jue smiled and said, "I'm going upstairs to bring food to Han Chen."
Han Ji also laughed and said, "Go ahead and chat with him for a while. He's getting hairy when he's alone."
"Yeah," Han Juezhe went upstairs.
Ai Zhiyin watched Han Jue walk away, glanced at him, and said, "Why did you go to Haoxuan's room? You didn't sleep in his bed, did you? Otherwise, I would have to change the sheets."
Han Ji frowned: "Why does this kid dislike me so much?"
Ai Zhiyin: "I'll ask some other day."
Han Ji: "Where are the others?"
Ai Zhiyin: "Eating downstairs?"
Han Ji: "I'll bring him up here later and ask him myself."
Ai Zhiyin said, "You'd better not go down. I told Grandpa you had a headache, and then you appeared downstairs safe and sound in the blink of an eye. What's going on?"
Han Ji: “…”
Ai Zhiyin stared at him and asked curiously, "Why don't you go downstairs to eat?"
Han Ji: "Nothing. I just don't want to go down. Let's eat. I'm hungry."
Ai Zhiyin: "You eat it."
Han Ji grabbed Ai Zhiyin who was about to turn around and asked, "Where are you going?"
Ai Zhiyin: "You have food to eat, but I haven't eaten yet. Of course I'm going downstairs to eat."
"Don't go down," Han Ji turned around and grabbed Ai Zhiyin's hand, dragging her to Han Haoxuan's room.
Ai Zhiyin resisted all the way, but her strength was weak. "Haoxuan is still down there. He's been very picky about his food lately. I have to keep an eye on him."
"Open the door." Han Ji ignored Ai Zhiyin's words.
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