My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 535: Fu Sheng and His Father (6000 Votes for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 535: Chapter 535: Fu Sheng and His Father (6000 Votes for Monthly Ticket)

"Why aren’t we off work yet?"

Han Fei had won from five thousand to two hundred thousand playing Fight the Landlord, he had searched online for a long time for information, and read the news for quite a while, but it still hadn’t reached the end of the workday.

After clearing his throat, Han Fei looked toward his four subordinates, who, inspired by him, were bursting with creativity and working hard on their designs.

"Good, everyone’s full of energy."

Smiling and nodding, Han Fei walked over to the office window and stretched a little.

The setting sun shone on his face, and Han Fei savored the last warmth of the sun, knowing that after dark, he would have to guard against not just the living but also the dead.

Gazing into the distance, Han Fei suddenly noticed a piece of particularly strange architecture on both the east and west sides of the city.

The Shrine Memory World he had entered this time was much bigger than Shahe, and Han Fei was now in the busiest part of the city, perfectly situated between those two pieces of special architecture.

"To the east is an amusement park, where the giant Ferris wheel looks like the eye of a living person." Han Fei turned his head and looked toward the other side: "That expanse of White Buildings to the west looks like a shattered face, almost like the Plastic Surgery Hospital in Deep World. Could it be that the Memory World inside the Shrine from Lost Paradise is connected to the Memory World inside the Plastic Surgery Hospital Shrine?"

Han Fei stood by the window for a long time until the alarm he set finally went off.

"Five in the afternoon, work’s over!" Han Fei turned off the alarm, but when he turned around, he found all four subordinates staring at him, even Li Guo’er, who most wanted to kill him, now only had surprise in her eyes.

"Team leader, you even set an alarm to remind you to get off work?" one of the male team members whispered to Han Fei: "If Sister Zhao Qian finds out about this, I’m afraid it’s not going to be good."

"Getting off work at five o’clock is company policy, what’s wrong with abiding by company arrangements?" Han Fei led by example in shutting down the computer: "What are you standing around for, save the files, let’s get ready to go home."

To set a good example, Han Fei put on his suit, and was the first to head outside.

As he just stepped out of the office, he happened to see Zhao Qian coming out of a room, and he greeted her warmly: "Sister Qian, are you off work as well?"

"Off work?" Zhao Qian walked up to Han Fei, tossing the documents in her hand into his: "You can’t even design a sequence of actions properly, and you’re thinking about leaving?"

"I think the game concept you came up with previously was trash, so my team and I are planning to overthrow the story framework and rewrite the main storyline to create a horror romance game that the market has yet to see."

"Fu Yi, are you throwing a tantrum at me because you were removed from your position as designer of the Eternal Life Game?" Zhao Qian had a very commanding presence: "Don’t act like a child, if you can’t even make a romance simulation game properly, that just proves there was nothing wrong with the decision I and the other executives made!"

"You make sense, but we have our own decisions, the new game design proposal will be sent to you tomorrow, it will definitely be better than before, we also have the company’s interests in mind." Han Fei handed the documents back to Zhao Qian: "If it’s not done well, you won’t have to say anything, I’ll leave on my own."

With his bag in hand, Han Fei finished speaking and headed downstairs.

"The team leader is kind of cool, daring to speak to President Zhao Qian like that."

"I always feel like there’s something special between the team leader and President Zhao Qian, my instincts are usually spot on... Holy crap! Little Guo, why did you step on me?!"

"Sorry, I didn’t see the shoes." Li Guo’er shut down her computer and was the second to leave the office.

"They both left, are we leaving too? We usually work overtime until eight, so shall we water the fake trees and hang around a bit longer?"

"Sounds good, great minds think alike."

Han Fei was the first to leave the company, experiencing life from nine to five for the first time and finding it pretty good.

"As long as I get home before dark, it’s fine." Han Fei walked ahead with Li Guo’er following behind with her bag, seemingly ready to pull out a knife at any moment, leaving Han Fei too frightened to walk either too fast or too slow.

After being followed for a whole street, Han Fei stopped: "Li Guo’er, I remember you drove to work, isn’t your car still in the company parking lot?"

"So you did see me in the car." Li Guo’er’s voice grew frightening: "You clearly saw me, so why did you pretend like nothing happened? Are you deliberately acting for me to see?"

"Hold on, let me get your thoughts straight. I, Fu Yi, am an absolute jerk, not worthy of living; but you’re different, you’re genuinely a good girl, and if you kill me, you’ll just be throwing your life away for nothing." Han Fei kept his distance from Li Guo’er: "Wait until I’ve settled all my affairs, you won’t have to lift a finger, I will choose a way to atone on my own."

Li Guo’er stared at Han Fei for a long while before she spoke: "You think I’d still believe your lies?"

"This time it’s the truth."

No one spoke again, and a few minutes later, Li Guo’er grabbed her backpack and turned to leave.

With the hustle and bustle of the street, Han Fei took a deep breath: "Maybe I should just resign."

It was already getting dark, and Han Fei took a taxi back to his home.

"After dark, my mood values might drop, better to stay safe inside the house."

He exited the elevator and was about to reach the door of his home when his phone suddenly rang; it was a call from someone named President Li.

"Little Fu, have you gotten off work? Come hang out, let’s hit the pub first, then hit the clubs after we’re warmed up."

"President Li, let’s leave it for today, I have some really important things to attend to."

"Are you not giving me face? Let me tell you, there’s a good thing going on tonight! Hurry over!" President Li was obviously not drinking with Fu Yi for the first time.

"My phone’s about to die. Let’s talk another time." Han Fei hung up the call, and he began to fish for his keys from his pocket. Before he could find them, the door was opened.

A very cute little boy stood at the door, without calling out ’Dad’. It was clear he was a bit afraid of Han Fei.

Living alone, Han Fei was used to unlocking the door with his keys. He was a bit unaccustomed to someone else opening the door for him.

"Thanks, you little rascal." A friendly smile appeared on Han Fei’s face, and seeing him smile seemed to make the boy happy too, as he ran pitter-patter into the living room.

A woman came out of the kitchen and upon seeing Han Fei, surprise flickered in her eyes, "Why did you come back so early today?"

"I wanted to spend more time with you and the child." After changing his clothes, Han Fei washed his hands in the bathroom and then opened the fridge.

"Dinner might still take a while."

"No problem, you rest. I’ll cook today, have you ever tasted my cooking?" Han Fei had many skill points, and he had also upgraded his cooking skills to high-level.

Walking over to the woman, Han Fei wrapped his arms around her waist without actually touching her, simply to remove the apron and put it on himself, "I’ll show off my skills today."

The woman seemingly had never seen Fu Yi act this way. Watching Han Fei donning an apron and entering the kitchen, she wondered if he had gotten stupid from drinking the night before.

After preparing the ingredients and heating the oil, Han Fei moved with practiced ease, almost like a chef in a restaurant. Before long, the aroma of meat wafted from the kitchen.

"It smells so good!" Fu Tian ran to the kitchen entrance, inhaling the aroma in exaggerated gulps.

"It’s a bit smoky here. You guys go ahead, I’ll have it ready in no time."

Han Fei was very efficient and quickly prepared three dishes and a soup. He brought the food to the table, filling the room with delectable aromas.

"You’re such a good cook?" The woman’s amazement was almost spilling out of her eyes.

Fu Tian couldn’t hold back and secretly took a bite, "Wow! Delicious! Dad’s cooking is even better than Mom’s!"

"Mom’s cooking is also delicious. Dad’s favorite is eating the food Mom makes." Han Fei lifted the little boy onto his chair and then looked up at the room on the second floor, "I’ll go call him."

The woman wanted to stop him, but Han Fei was already on his way.

He lightly knocked on the bedroom door, calling into the room, "Fu Sheng, come out for dinner."

Before his words finished, a heavy object slammed against the door. It seemed the child inside became angry at the sound of Han Fei’s voice.

Not lingering at the door, Han Fei didn’t force Fu Sheng and didn’t argue with him, opting instead to return to the living room.

"I’ll get him his own plate of food." Han Fei found a tray in the kitchen and served up a portion of each dish for Fu Sheng. Then he placed the tray by the door of the room upstairs.

"Let’s eat while it’s hot." As Han Fei ate the steaming food, looking at his wife and child beside the table, it was a stark contrast to the previous Shrine Inheritance Task.

"The Shrine Inheritance Task is very difficult. It seems that the survival issues I’ll face this time aren’t caused by food, clothing, housing, and transportation, but by something else."

Han Fei had been in the Shrine Memory World for almost an entire day and still hadn’t triggered any mission prompts, making him increasingly uneasy.

After dinner, he cleaned up the table a bit and was about to wash the dishes when the woman stopped him, "You sit and rest, you must be tired from a whole day of work."

The woman went into the kitchen to wash dishes, while Han Fei sat on the couch with the little boy.

He could tell that Fu Yi probably didn’t spend much time with the child; Fu Tian was uncomfortable sitting with him, hands on his knees, not daring to look straight at Han Fei, just stealing occasional glances.

"What did your teachers teach you in kindergarten today?" Han Fei turned on the Master-level Acting inside his brain, trying to play the role of a good father. But strangely enough, when he put his heart into the act, the little boy grew even more frightened.

Shaking his head slightly, Han Fei stopped using Master-level Acting. He squatted next to the child like a big kid, looking levelly at Fu Tian, "We just ate, do you want to play a game? Do you know the game ’What Time Is It, Mr. Wolf’?"

Han Fei and Fu Yi were actually two different personalities, which Han Fei could tell from the child and wife’s attitudes towards him.

Fu Yi had betrayed his wife, and he knew he was wrong, but to cover up this mistake, he acted even more domineering. Thinking his job was to provide for the family and he was the pillar of the household, he brought this "dominant" arrogance into his family life, which was probably one of the reasons the woman wanted to kill Fu Yi.

It didn’t take long for Han Fei’s words to rouse the boy’s interest, and they started playing together in the living room.

The child’s laughter rang out continuously, and the woman, watching everything happening in the living room as she washed the dishes, seemed to quaver in a decision she’d made in her heart.

Her hand gripping the dishcloth tensed. She stared at the knives by the cutting board, but as she listened to the happy laughter of the child outside, her mind was filled with deceitful words and countless grievances.

"Snap!"

The plate slipped from her fingers, and she was jolted out of her daze. She accidentally stepped on the broken pieces, cutting a long gash on her foot.

"What happened?" Han Fei ran into the kitchen, "Where’s the first aid kit in the house?"

The woman pointed toward the wardrobe in the bedroom, and Han Fei hurried over. By the time he found the first aid kit, the woman had already stood up.

"I’ll clean up later," Han Fei helped the woman to the sofa, first closing the kitchen door to prevent the children from running in, then opened the first aid kit and began to treat her wound.

The woman looked down at Han Fei as he tended to her injury. It seemed to her that the man had no defenses against her. Her gaze shifted to the fruit knife on the coffee table; it was within easy reach. Grabbing it and bringing it down seemed like it would be enough to end his life, to end all the suffering.

She stared at the fruit knife until the bandaging was done.

"Don’t do household chores for a while, rest up. If I’m not home at noon, just order takeout," Han Fei instructed, lying the woman down on the sofa before he started cleaning up the broken pieces in the kitchen.

The woman touched the wound that Han Fei had bandaged and then looked at his retreating figure, feeling as though her husband had turned into a completely different person.

After cleaning everything, the family of three sat on the sofa watching TV, where Han Fei, who possessed master-level knife skills, demonstrated to Fu Tian how to peel an apple with the peel coming off in one uninterrupted ribbon.

Now, Fu Tian looked at Han Fei as if he were Superman; to a child, peeling an apple in such a manner was already an incredible feat.

Han Fei continued to play with Fu Tian, initially to reduce his wife’s hate level to prevent being stabbed with a knife while he slept, but gradually, he found genuine joy in playing with the child.

At nine o’clock in the evening, Han Fei took Fu Tian back to his room and started telling him stories to get him to sleep.

Fu Tian was an obedient child, but he couldn’t sleep when Han Fei was beside him; often, he would blink his big eyes, inexplicably staring behind Han Fei.

Eventually, it was the woman who came and finally got Fu Tian to sleep.

"We should rest early too," Han Fei turned his head and glanced at the second floor, "How long has he not come out?"

"He doesn’t want to see us, sometimes he comes out at night," the woman was indeed a good wife, treating Fu Sheng, the son of Fu Yi and his ex-wife, as her own.

"The food has gone cold, I’ll go warm it up and leave it by the door," whispered Han Fei as he tiptoed upstairs. He knew Fu Sheng extremely disliked him, so he made no noise, heated up the food, and put it back in its place.

Looking at the exceedingly gentle Han Fei, the woman kept clenching and unclenching her fists, seemingly torn inside.

"Let’s go, we’ll turn off the lights and go to bed. If he comes out earlier, the food will still be warm," Han Fei said, helping the woman into their bedroom.

Opening the wardrobe, Han Fei laid the quilt on the floor.

"What are you doing?" the woman asked, sitting on the edge of the bed, puzzled.

"I’ll sleep on the floor," said Han Fei with a look full of apology, "There are some things I plan to tell you in a few days. Before then, I’ll just sleep on the floor."

He turned his phone on silent, placed it on the bedside table to charge, then turned off the bedroom light, "You rest early too."

Han Fei, feeling the warmth of the covers, wondered why he still had not triggered the task.

As time passed day by day, his situation became increasingly perilous.

"The only good news now is that my mood value is very high. If it wasn’t for everyone wanting to kill me, living in this city would actually be quite comfortable," he thought.

As sleepiness crept in, Han Fei slowly drifted to sleep.

In the latter half of the night, someone seemed to be moving in the dark, and an odd noise came from the living room.

Han Fei opened his eyes, stealthily got up, and pressed his ear against the bedroom door to listen.

Someone came down from the second floor, then seemed to open the house’s security door and leave.

"Was it Fu Sheng?"

Leaving the house at night could lead to a drop in mood value, and there was a high chance of encountering ghosts. After hesitating, Han Fei still opened the bedroom door and went out.

As the owner of the Shrine, to trigger the task, he had to make contact with Fu Sheng as soon as possible.

After getting dressed, Han Fei also quietly opened the front door and followed.

Once Han Fei had left, the woman threw off the covers, holding a sharp knife in her hand.

With a soft sigh, enduring the pain, she put on her shoes and followed out.

When Han Fei reached the elevator area, he saw it had descended to the fourth floor; afraid of losing Fu Sheng, he rushed into the stairwell.

He raced downstairs, chasing close behind.

As he emerged from the stairwell, he spotted a youth in a black hoodie stopped in front of a pile of rubbish.

"Fu Sheng?"

Han Fei had seen that child during a task for the Happiness Residential Community’s manager, where Fu Sheng had been tied to a hospital bed wearing a patient gown, and it seemed at that time Fu Yi had already passed away.

"After Fu Yi died, Fu Sheng fell into even deeper despair. Now, I am supposed to reverse all this?"

Silently following, Han Fei saw Fu Sheng throw a large bag of trash onto the garbage pile. Afterwards, Fu Sheng bowed five times toward the garbage pile before leaving.

"What’s in that pile of garbage? Why did he bow to it?"

The city at night was much colder and gloomier than during the day. There were no vehicles on the roads, and there was nothing to block the view. To prevent Fu Sheng from noticing him, Han Fei could only hide far behind.

After disposing of the trash, Fu Sheng walked towards the 24-hour convenience store. Outside the store, several young people were laughing and talking; they appeared quite young, pushing motorcycles, with cigarettes dangling from their mouths and beer can in their hands.

Fu Sheng walked past them and entered the convenience store. He bought some daily necessities and walked out carrying a large bag.

This time, he did not leave immediately but stopped next to the group of youth on motorcycles, speaking in a hoarse voice, "Don’t stay here, you are disturbing her."

Fu Sheng took two bottles of yogurt out of the bag and walked towards the lamppost behind the group.

Next to the lamppost, there was a black-and-white photo in a frame of a girl. There were also bunches of white flowers placed around it.

Placing the yogurt in front of the photo frame, Fu Sheng brought his hands together in prayer, seemingly murmuring something to himself.

"Hey! Do you know this girl?" A guy bumped Fu Sheng’s shoulder, "This girl who died in a car accident was from our school. She was the most annoying girl in class, ugly and poor, and always poking her nose into other people’s business. She thought she was something special, just because she was the class president, acting as if she owned the school."

After the guy finished speaking, the others laughed along.

A girl sitting behind one of the boys seemed to have had a long-standing grudge against the deceased. She kicked over the yogurt in front of the photo frame and trampled the white flowers, "Last time, we were just joking with a ’friend’ from the class, and that ’friend’ didn’t say anything, but she rushed out interfering. If it wasn’t for her meddling, we wouldn’t have been punished so severely."

Still unsatisfied after stepping on the flowers, the girl aimed to kick the photo frame but was pushed away by Fu Sheng.

She lost her balance and tripped over the step. The group of young people who were laughing and joking just moments ago converged, surrounding Fu Sheng in the middle.

"You dare to fight? Are you looking for death?"

"Grab him!"

"He must have a crush on that ugly freak, coming here in the middle of the night to bring her yogurt."

"Let’s take him into the alley and teach him a lesson."

"Take the ugly freak’s photo. I’m going to piss on it later."

The group of young people parked their motorcycles properly, dragged Fu Sheng into the alley, and kicked him violently in the chest and stomach.

"What a lowlife. You think you’re a hero?" The leader, Purple-haired, kicked Fu Sheng over, "Is that how weak you are? Get up! Don’t you want to speak up for your loved one anymore?"

Fu Sheng in the hoodie glared at Purple-haired, grabbed a stone from the ground, and charged at him.

His expression was fierce, but unfortunately, he was outnumbered.

Barely standing up, Fu Sheng was pushed down again, and the young people brutally kicked his body.

Pain erupted from all over his body; Fu Sheng, hugging his head, rolled in the mud, his hoodie full of shoe prints and dust.

"Keep pretending, why don’t you?"

"Stand up!"

Purple-haired kicked Fu Sheng hard in the head: "Can’t get up? Do we need to give you some stimulation?"

The young people all laughed, threw the girl’s black-and-white photo next to Fu Sheng, and then prepared to urinate on the photo.

Fu Sheng’s head was spinning, his fingers clenched the soil. He tried to stand up but was kicked down again before he could steady himself.

Falling to the ground, his cheek and arms were covered in bruises, his body smirched with mud and the imprints of shoes, and there was no one around to help him.

"Acting all sick and weak, still playing hero to save the beauty?"

Purple-haired and his companions grabbed Fu Sheng, treating him like a battered kitten. They pinned him on top of the remembrance photo, then took out their phones to take pictures, ready to urinate on them.

"Bang!"

Before the hoodlums could do more, a loud noise came from the entrance of the alley. The puzzled gang members looked outside and saw their motorcycles knocked over on the ground.

The dim yellow light from the street lamps shone into the alley. There stood a man in a shirt at the entrance.

Engulfed in the shadows of the night, he seemed like an angry lion, his eyes filled with a murderous intent, his sharp fangs bared.