Chapter 159 The Origin of Han Jianye’s Name



Chapter 159 The Origin of Han Jianye’s Name

Guo Pingfei looked indifferent, watching her hands being handcuffed with cold handcuffs calmly.

She tilted her head slightly and looked at Qi Xiaolei beside Liao Wei. A hint of displeasure appeared on her face, and her tone was cold and firm: "You should go down to accompany my son."

When Qi Xiaolei heard this, she was instantly confused, and then she was annoyed. She frowned and retorted, "Your own son died, but you want other people's children to be buried with him. You are a person who has received higher education, so why do you still believe in this set of perverse theories of sacrificial superstition?"

Guo Pingfei seemed to have had her most painful wound touched. Her voice trembled slightly, but her tone was resolute: "My son died because of you."

Qi Xiaolei was stunned for a moment, then her expression became even more angry. She widened her eyes and argued loudly: "Nonsense! I don't even know your son. How can you say that he died because of me?"

Guo Pingfei's emotions were instantly ignited. She leaned forward excitedly and raised her voice: "Because he saw you at the police station before, and he told me that he fell in love with a female police officer at first sight."

At this point, her tears could not stop flowing down her cheeks and dripping onto the handcuffs. She choked up, looked at Qi Xiaolei, and continued, "I laughed at him at the time, thinking that he still couldn't change his habit of liking every girl he met, but he told me that he was serious this time. Later, he peeked at you from afar several times, but you didn't seem to work there. He asked around and found out that you were transferred to work at the Qiyang Branch. He died in a car accident on the way to find you. You are the culprit!"

"This is ridiculous!" Qi Xiaolei was furious and trembling with anger. "I don't believe your one-sided statement. You actually said that he died because of me? Then how do you explain the lives of the four innocent girls in front?"

Guo Pingfei sneered and said contemptuously: "You, a little girl, naturally don't understand the mysteries of Yin and Yang, the Five Elements and the Eight Diagrams. My son lived a life of luxury, with many servants serving him. How could I let him go to the underworld alone?"

She sighed deeply and waved her hand, "If that girl hadn't escaped last time, my son would have been accompanied by a beautiful woman right now." Then she looked at Liao Wei, "You are just a little bit short of that, but you have to go down to accompany my son."

Then he turned his gaze to Qi Xiaolei and sneered, "I planned so much, all for my son..."

In the end, he was taken away unwillingly.

Qi Xiaolei was still indignant, Liao Wei patted her on the shoulder and comforted her: "Go back, this is none of your business, don't make yourself feel too guilty, and don't take all the responsibility on yourself."

"I am just angry. She is clearly the mastermind behind the murder, but she has no guilt at all and she even put the blame on me and made it sound so reasonable."

In the evening, Ye Bai needed to write a report because he fired a shot.

He wrote until very late, then handed in the report and prepared to go home.

When he passed by Han Jianye's office, he found it empty.

At this time, Su Wan just walked over and asked with concern: "Xiao Bai, are you looking for Captain Han?"

Ye Bai waved his hands helplessly, "No... no."

"I thought you were looking for him," Su Wan sighed and said, "Captain Han had a high fever and was forced to endure it for a whole day. When he came back, he was taken to the hospital for an IV by Political Commissar Gao's driver."

Ye Bai was slightly startled after hearing this, and murmured in a low voice: "Captain Han went to the hospital."

"Yes, alas, I can't leave now. Xiaobai, if you go to the hospital to see Captain Han, remember to express my condolences to him on my behalf." Su Wan said and left.

Ye Bai's eyes sank slightly. He looked at Su Wan's figure walking away, and was a little confused about whether he should go to see him.

In the hospital, Song Xinnian sat beside the bed, looking at Han Jianye who was sleeping, wiping away tears out of heartache.

"Mom, why are you crying? My brother is still alive."

"Bah, bah, bah! Nonsense."

Gao Xiaoting curled her lips and said, "Brother, you have always been in good health, why did you suddenly have a high fever?"

"People eat grains, so it's inevitable that they won't get sick. Even robots have to rest when they have a fever." Song Xinnian covered Han Jianye with a blanket, then turned around and told Gao Xiaoting, "Mom is still worried. Your brother doesn't like the porridge Aunt Li cooks. I'll go back and make him a bowl of porridge myself later. Your brother will definitely be hungry when he wakes up."

"Okay, Mom, you go back first."

Song Xinnian sighed, with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "So, if you get married early, you won't be left without anyone to take care of you."

Gao Xiaoting immediately retorted: "Mom, you are wrong. Getting married doesn't necessarily mean someone will take care of you."

Song Xinnian was a little angry and scolded, "How dare you talk back! You usually don't persuade your brother more. Just do what's good enough. Stop nitpicking and nitpicking."

Gao Xiaoting sighed and said seriously, "Mom, you really don't understand. We are not picky, but we really haven't met anyone we like. We just want to find a partner who is truly suitable for us. Life is so long, we must spend it with the person we love."

Song Xinnian looked at Gao Xiaoting and frowned slightly: "If you don't meet someone you like, you won't get married, right?"

"Yes, that's what I think. Anyway, I will keep my eyes open and choose carefully before getting married."

Gao Xiaoting spoke in a firm tone.

Song Xinnian was a little anxious and waved his hands: "Forget it, I can't argue with you, do whatever you want. I'll go back and cook porridge first."

With that, she stood up and prepared to leave.

By chance, Song Xinnian saw Ye Bai at the door, looking at a loss. She shouted in surprise, "Isn't this Ye Bai? Are you here to see Xiaoyan? You are so thoughtful."

Ye Bai had actually been there for quite a while, but when he heard the mother and daughter chatting inside, he was standing at the door, hesitating whether to go in.

Gao Xiaoting smiled and pulled Ye Bai in: "It's just right that Ye Bai is here. I'm so bored alone. Come and talk to me."

Song Xinnian smiled and said, "Then you guys chat, I'll be here soon."

After saying that, she turned and left.

It was the first time that Ye Bai saw Han Jianye so weak, and he couldn't help but feel deeply moved.

He had just moved out when Han Jianye fell ill.

Gao Xiaoting asked Ye Bai curiously: "I heard from my brother that you have a girlfriend. Where is she from?"

Ye Bai was a little surprised. Why did Gao Xiaoting suddenly ask this?

He remembered what Han Jianye had said to him before, and replied, "I'm from Qiyang City."

"What a coincidence?" Gao Xiaoting's eyes lit up.

Ye Bai raised his eyebrows: "What's the coincidence?"

Gao Xiaoting continued, "My brother is also from Qiyang City. Where in Qiyang City is your partner from? Maybe he or she is from the same place as my brother."

Ye Bai was stunned for a moment: "Is your brother from Qiyang City?"

"Yes."

Ye Bai thought of another question and couldn't help asking her: "Why did your mother call Captain Han, Xiao Yan just now?"

Gao Xiaoting explained: "Because my brother's name used to be Han Jianyan, he lived in Qiyang City when my aunt and uncle were still alive. He was in junior high school at that time. Later, my aunt and uncle passed away, and my brother was taken in by my parents. But during that time he was very depressed and had repeated fevers. In addition, my father's name is Gao Keyan, which sounds the same as 'Gao Keyan', so my father changed my brother's name to Han Jianye, hoping that he could cheer up and be as tenacious as the weeds in the cold wind, and regain vitality no matter what difficulties he encounters."


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