Han Dayu was indeed stunned for a moment after suddenly learning the truth.
But it was only for a moment, after all, he didn't trust Han's mother as much as he trusted Han Weilan.
"Get me a bottle of water."
Hu Zi left Fu Sijian without saying a word, turned around and came back quickly with an opened bottle of mineral water in his hand.
Taking the water, Han Dayu poured it on Han Xiaodi's head without saying a word, and wiped his face with his sleeve.
Han Xiaodi was hurt by this rough action, and even in a coma, he couldn't help but frowning in pain.
"Can't you be gentler!" Han's mother was distressed.
"Shut up!" Han Dayu roared angrily, and Han's mother immediately fell silent.
She curled up in a corner, watching Han Dayu wash Han Xiaodi's face in fear and trepidation. Then she shone a flashlight on him, revealing a white and childish face.
Even with her eyes closed, she could clearly see that Han Xiaodi looked very similar to Han Weilan, a typical example of a son who resembled his mother.
Han Dayu's eyes flashed with a hint of doubt, and he suddenly tore off the mask and hat on his face.
He was indeed the man who had mesmerized Han's mother with his face. Time seemed to be particularly fond of Han Dayu.
Even though he is over sixty years old this year, his slightly weathered face looks like he is only forty or fifty years old. His handsome appearance, which has not changed much, has become more mature as a man because of the gift of time.
If you go out with this look, people will believe you if you say you are a celebrity.
Han's mother could only be considered pretty in appearance, but she didn't pay much attention to her maintenance. As she got older, even her former appearance had almost faded away, and she couldn't give birth to such a beautiful child.
Even Han Weilan is actually more like Han Dayu than Han Mu.
Of course, Han Xiaodi, who looks similar to Han Weilan, also looks very similar to Han Dayu.
Just based on this appearance, no one would believe that Han Xiaodi and Han Dayu have no blood relationship.
At least Han Dayu believed it.
"What's his last name?" Han Dayu asked hoarsely.
Han's mother knew him too well and knew what to say to save Han Xiaodi's life at this time: "His last name is Han, Han Jincheng, and he is your Han family's child."
In the past, Han Weilan had quarreled with Han's mother countless times because of her and her child's last names, because she wanted to change back to her mother's last name, but Han's mother firmly disagreed.
At that time, Han Weilan thought that this was because her mother still had feelings for Han Dayu, the scumbag, but only Han's mother herself, Han Dayu's former bedmate, knew the truth.
As long as Han Weilan and Han Jincheng still have the surname Han, Han Dayu will not touch them no matter what.
Because in that person's eyes, these are the children of their Han family, the descendants of the Han family.
It's a ridiculous idea, but if it weren't for this, Han Dayu wouldn't have coaxed her to give her daughter her father's surname, nor would he have attempted to elope with the mistress for the sake of the illegitimate child.
Unfortunately, the mistress's son is not his, Han Dayu's, child at all.
Han's mother sneered in her heart, and was extremely nervous at the same time.
She hoped that, considering that this was the grandson of the Han family, Han Dayu would let her grandson go. Even if she died here today, as long as she could save her grandson, she could give her daughter an explanation.
Not knowing the complicated thoughts in Han's mother's mind, Han Dayu stared blankly at the little brother Han in his hand.
"This is my grandson, this is actually... really the grandson of my Han family! Hahahaha... My Han family finally has an heir, Huzi, did you see it? This is the grandson of the Han family! Hahaha..."
The hoarse laughter was extremely unpleasant, revealing a terrifying madness.
No one noticed that Fu Sijian, who was lying far away, clenched his fists and was struggling to break free from the rope bit by bit.
In addition to causing him great psychological barriers, his childhood experiences also gave him a lot of things.
Hiding from his family, Fu Sijian secretly signed up for a lot of courses, all for self-protection.
Taekwondo, martial arts...including escape techniques.
Facts have proved that all previous efforts have not been in vain. With Han Dayu and others letting down their guard, Fu Sijian actually succeeded in breaking free from the rope.
In order not to alarm the enemy, he did not dare to attack immediately and could only wait for the opportunity.
The wound on his body was very painful, and it seemed to have cracked a little after the struggle just now.
But this is not the question that Fu Sijian should think about now.
How can he rescue Qingqing?
Han Dayu's determination to kill Qingqing is obvious to everyone. If the situation is allowed to continue to develop, Qingqing will definitely die.
They simply...can't wait for rescue.
Fu Sijian's mind was calmer than ever before. He first secretly observed the distance between himself and Qingqing, and then glanced at the distance between them and the factory.
His eyes accidentally met the eyes of Han's mother. Fu Sijian was stunned, then lowered his head, feeling a little sorry.
I'm sorry, he can't even take care of his own safety, and he has no spare energy to save others.
Han's mother's eyes were gentle and insightful.
After all, she and the other party were not related, and it was impossible for her to ask him to save herself when his own safety was not guaranteed.
Moreover, when exposing the identity of her grandson, Han's mother actually expected that Han Dayu would never let them go.
In essence, her behavior was exactly the same as that of the young man.
Everyone just wants to protect the people they care about, and for others...
they can only say sorry.
"Take him out and lock him in the car."
Just as Han's mother expected, after confirming that Han Jincheng was his grandson, Han Dayu gave up the idea of killing him.
He threw the child to Hu Zi and asked Hu Zi to take him away.
After all, the next scene is not suitable for children to watch.
If Fu Sijian and others knew that Han Dayu still had such thoughts, they would definitely find it absurd.
Forgive a perverted murderer for having normal thinking?
Hu Zi took Han Jincheng away, and the already empty factory became even more empty.
Without a distracting target, Han Dayu noticed Qingqing on the ground again.
Qingqing had just fallen hard, and she was tied up so tightly that she couldn't get up.
The little girl fell to the ground in pain and didn't move. If her chest hadn't been rising and falling slightly, Han Dayu would have thought she was dead.
"Fortunately, you didn't die so quickly. I haven't had enough fun yet."
Picking up Qingqing with one hand like dragging a dead dog, Han Dayu approached her, with a strong malice on his enlarged face.
The witness wanted to kill her!
The sharp perception came into play, and clearly conveyed the other party's terrible murderous intention to the owner.
Qingqing was frightened and her hair stood on end. Her whole body was clamoring to run away quickly, but she couldn't move at all.
She raised her bound hands with difficulty, and her fingertips tightly grasped Han Dayu's big hands that were grabbing her front lapel.
To prevent her from repeating the same trick, Han Dayu simply grabbed Qingqing's hands, grabbed her wrists and dragged her up.
This action made Qingqing's arms hurt. There was a hemp rope tied at her elbows, which bound her upper body and arms. The rough rope rubbed her fair skin and left red marks, which hurt so much that Qingqing burst into tears. She
bit her little milk teeth tightly, not wanting to cry in front of the bad guy, but her tears just kept falling.
Soon her eyes were blurred.
Through tears, Qingqing saw the other party take out a knife.
The tip of the knife was pointed at her delicate neck, and with a slight force, a blood mark gradually emerged.
"Does it hurt?" Seeing the blood gushing out, the neurotic smile on Han Dayu's face became more obvious: "But you asked for it!"
"..." Qingqing glared at the bad guy.
Han Dayu's forehead was bulging with blue veins, and his hands became more and more powerful: "If you had listened to me and hid well, I wouldn't have to kill you. Who told you to meddle in other people's business?"
Fu Sijin raised his eyes and looked at Han Dayu.
Back then? What happened between his mother and this lunatic?
As if he felt that he had won, Han Dayu suddenly had a little more desire to tell a story.
He turned his head to look at Fu Sijian, who was lying on the ground in a horrible state, and sneered.
"Hey, kid, do you know why you have to suffer all this? This is all your mother's fault. It's because of her that I have to send people to torture you in order to avenge Gu Qingqing."
Qingqing's handcuffs suddenly tightened.
Fu Sijian also showed an expression of disbelief: "Just...just because of this?"
His voice trembled.
Just because of this ridiculous reason, this psychopath tortured him for so many years.
He kicked Fu Sijian in the stomach and hit the wound on his abdomen.
"Ah..." Fu Sijian screamed in surprise, and his whole handsome face was distorted.
"What? You think my reasons are ridiculous?"
Looking down at Fu Sijian from a superior position, Han Dayu's face twitched slightly, and he suddenly roared angrily: "But if it weren't for her, I wouldn't have been in prison for twenty-five years, a full twenty-five years, and my entire life is ruined!"
"Your life?"
These words came from Fu Sijian's mouth in a childish voice: "Didn't you ruin your life? Murderer." He
suddenly turned his head and glared at Qingqing, his horrified eyes full of bloodshot.
As if this stimulation was not enough, Qingqing's cute face showed a sarcasm that was not in line with her age: "Even if it happens again, I will definitely stand up and expose your crimes!"
Han Dayu's whole body was shaking violently, and his face was twitching constantly. He suddenly raised his hand and pointed the sharp blade at Qingqing's heart: "I will kill you!"
The knife fell.
It hit nothing.
Han Dayu fell to the ground and was a little dazed.
When he got up, he saw Fu Sijian, who had escaped from the restraints at some point, holding Qingqing and staggering out of the factory door.
"They're running away, chase them, don't run!"
Han Dayu quickly got up from the ground, screaming as he followed Fu Sijin's back.
"Huff...Huff..."
The violent panting sounded in his ears, Qingqing curled up in Fu Sijin's arms, her small hands grasping his shirt obediently.
Her hands were wet, and the strong smell of blood lingered around her nose, but Qingqing didn't dare to speak, let alone move.
She was afraid that if she moved, she would become a burden to Fu Sijin.
Although now she is already the biggest burden.
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