Madam Han suddenly felt a little dizzy and said weakly, "Mingfan, come and help me up. I feel a little dizzy."
Ming Fan hurried over to support Madam Han and asked with concern, "Madam, are you okay?"
Old Master Han looked back at the sound and sighed deeply: "Mingfan, take your wife to rest first."
Only Han Zhi and Master Han were left in the room, standing opposite each other.
Finally, Mr. Han shook his sleeves and left.
In the hall, Mr. Han was drinking tea with a sullen face, while Mrs. Han beside him was patiently persuading him.
"Master, it's a good thing that our son has found his sweetheart. How could you do such a thing as to break up a couple? If you really did that, Zhi'er would hate you for the rest of his life, and it would hurt him emotionally."
Faced with his wife's earnest persuasion, Mr. Han had thought about it, but it was too late to take back the water that had been poured out.
Difficult, dilemma.
Mr. Han drank a sip of tea, calmed down, and after careful consideration, he still insisted on marrying into the Lan family. Now the old lady was completely helpless.
Because of this incident, Han Zhi ran away from home for more than half a month and took action to resist this marriage.
Old Madam Han was still worried about her son, so she sent Mingfan back to look after him.
The room was quiet, so Han Zhi sat quietly on the floor, waiting for Mingfan to come back. Han Zhi spoke earnestly.
"Mingfan, can you please do me a favor?"
It was the first time Ming Fan saw him like this. He looked half dead, with empty eyes. The shining stars in his eyes had dimmed. He had a sincere look on his face, and was so quiet that he was not as lively as before. It made people feel a little distressed.
Ming Fan's eyes turned red, and he said with a choked voice, "I can't bear to see you like this."
Without waiting for Mingfan's agreement, Han Zhi had already picked up a large vase and was striding forward.
The door was open. Han Zhi was not even wearing shoes. As soon as he stepped out of the threshold, two servants were about to stop him, but were stopped by Ming Fan.
Han Zhi strode out with big strides, his eyes hard on his lifeless face.
With a clang, there was a sound of broken porcelain outside, and Mr. Han's hand, which was drinking tea, couldn't help but tremble.
He hurried out to check, but he didn't expect that the scene that followed almost cost him his life.
Han Zhi lifted up his skirt and knelt on the broken porcelain pieces. The sharp fragments penetrated directly into the flesh of his knees.
The thin white inner garment was instantly dyed bright red, and the knees were stained with blood, which looked very scary.
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