My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 539: Three? Who do you look down upon? (6000 asking for monthly votes)

Chapter 539: Chapter 539: Three? Who do you look down upon? (6000 asking for monthly votes)

It might have been the excitement of seeing his family on the TV for the first time that made Fu Tian extremely agitated; he yelled so loudly that probably even the neighbors knew.

Han Fei glanced at Fu Sheng’s room on the second floor; the eldest son had not come out, but given the loudness of Fu Tian’s voice, Fu Sheng must have heard it too.

Having been in this Memory World for two days, Han Fei finally straightened his back: "It was only a small effort; ’Nameless Hero’ is a bit of an exaggeration."

Han Fei walked towards his wife, and before he even reached her, his wife turned off the television.

"When you saved her, you didn’t hesitate at all, did you?"

Her tone was calm, and after she spoke, she glanced at a kitchen knife on the cutting board, still smeared with mince.

Hearing his wife’s question, Han Fei’s brain swiftly started working, every brain cell firing at full power as he thought about how to answer.

To say he hadn’t would be clearly lying; the surveillance had captured everything clearly, showing Han Fei rescuing Li Guo’er just as the truck was approaching.

To say he had hesitated would be even worse; that would admit outright that Han Fei favored Li Guo’er more, willing to rescue her like that.

Han Fei now just regretted not planning better earlier, having put all his Attribute Points into Physical Strength, he felt his mental capacity was a bit overwhelmed.

Taking a deep breath, Han Fei did not change the subject but looked straight into his wife’s eyes.

He switched on his Master-level Acting skill in his mind, making his gaze clear, clean yet pained.

After doing all this, he nodded slightly: "The vehicle was already approaching. If I did not save her, she would have died. I was somewhat confident at that moment, so I rushed forward without hesitation."

His wife’s expression slowly faded, and Han Fei continued, "I will save others if I can ensure my own safety first. However, if my family is in danger, I’ll throw everything aside to shield you. I’m not some Nameless Hero; I’m your husband, the father of our children."

Han Fei lowered his head slightly, his hand slowly lifting as if wanting to embrace his distressed wife but not daring to do so. Guilt, pain, regret—he felt as though he did not deserve to embrace the woman before him.

His wife witnessed everything, seeing Han Fei’s guilty face and those arms that wanted to lift but dared not move forward.

"You rest well; I’ll go cook," Han Fei turned and walked towards the kitchen while his wife also saw the wounds on Han Fei’s back, the man who had always stood firm.

He had always urged his wife to be careful of the injury on her foot, but he never once mentioned his own wounds.

In the surveillance footage, Han Fei’s back had crashed into the steps, and his hand was also cut by glass, which must have been quite painful.

His wife stood at the kitchen door, watching Han Fei busily inside, his silhouette both foreign and familiar.

"Player 0000, please note! Your wife’s Hatred towards you has decreased by one! A total of two points of Hatred has been reduced!"

Before long, the savory scent of meat wafted out; Han Fei came out of the kitchen with the dishes: "Fu Tian, wash up for dinner!"

"Okay! I love eating the meals you make!"

After arranging the dishes, Han Fei also prepared a tray for Fu Sheng and gently carried it to the second floor.

"Let’s have dinner as well," Han Fei served food for his wife and Fu Tian, showing off his cooking skills. Seeing how delightfully Fu Tian was eating, he smiled as well.

There was nothing in the world more gratifying than the sincere compliments from a child.

His wife silently observed the joyous scene between Han Fei and Fu Tian; her gaze slowly drifted back to Han Fei’s hands, where the scuffs from the glass in the store-front hadn’t healed yet. Despite this, Han Fei seemed entirely unconcerned, as if just eating with Fu Tian allowed him to forget all pain.

After dinner, Han Fei was ready to clean up, but his wife stood up first: "You better not touch water with your hands. I’ll take care of it."

His wife went to wash the dishes as Han Fei carefully stayed by her side since she had an injury on her foot, worrying she might slip.

With hands no longer smooth and pale, his wife held the greasy plates and suddenly spoke: "When I was pregnant, you never stayed so close by."

Of course, Han Fei knew; he had thoroughly studied Fu Yi’s phone by now, that hidden number contained a lot of information. While his wife was pregnant, Fu Yi was with another woman.

"I know I deserve to die, but I want to change some things before I die to make you happier."

After cleaning up, the family of three sat on the couch. Han Fei began asking Fu Tian what he had learned in kindergarten, reviewed his homework, and then played with his son.

At 9:30 p.m., his wife went to put Fu Tian to bed, and the exhausted Han Fei also prepared to rest early.

Han Fei still chose to sleep on the floor; he had cleaned out the storeroom by himself that day and had barely escaped a faceless woman, so his body was especially tired.

Han Fei took off his jacket and lay on his side on the mattress, feeling a twinge of pain in his back.

Before long, his wife also came in. After getting into bed, she found herself unable to sleep, her mind in turmoil.

Initially, she and Han Fei were back to back, but she slowly turned over, lying on her side on the bed, watching Han Fei on the floor.

Because of the injuries on his back, Han Fei could only sleep on his side.

The bedroom light was already off, and in the darkness, his wife continued to stare at Han Fei’s back. Han Fei, keenly aware that someone was watching him, resisted fatigue and dared not fall asleep.

After a day at work, encountering a ghost, and acting as a righteous hero, Han Fei’s eyelids were fighting, but he didn’t dare to sleep casually; if he closed his eyes and couldn’t open them again, it would be over.

After watching for a long time, his wife noticed that Han Fei’s shoulders trembled slightly.

Was it because of the pain that he couldn’t sleep?

All the events that had happened flashed through her mind, and his wife hesitated for a long time before slowly getting up and walking out of the bedroom.

"Why are you going out again? Are you going to get a knife?" Han Fei was on the verge of tears; the world was too suppressive for him. As a social phobic who had never been in a relationship, it was already hard enough for him to be pushed to this extent.

Footsteps sounded, and the bedroom door was slowly pushed open. His wife turned on the light in the bedroom.

The light shone on Han Fei, and his wife stood beside him, "Stop pretending to sleep, take off the clothes inside as well; they’re all stained with blood."

"Take off the clothes?"

"I know you’re not asleep, seeing how you can’t bear the pain," his wife sighed. "Let me help you with the wound on your back, you can’t reach it yourself."

Han Fei turned his head and saw that this time his wife was holding a medical kit instead of a sharp knife.

Honestly, Han Fei almost burst into tears.

From a sharp knife to a medical kit, this was a qualitative change.

Han Fei sat up, and his wife helped him treat the wound from behind. Actually, those wounds were not very serious and would probably heal in a few days, especially since Han Fei’s thirty points of Physical Strength were not added for nothing.

Feeling the cold on his back, Han Fei was not just enjoying it; he occasionally looked towards the dressing table mirror to make sure there was nothing sharp hidden in the medical kit.

Han Fei did this because he was worried about his wife acting impulsively, but after observing for a while, he suddenly noticed in the mirror that there seemed to be another woman standing by the bed, who looked a bit like the male employee who had died in the office.

"After consuming the male employee, the faceless woman is closer to me; I just don’t know if she can come out now," Han Fei worried. If the faceless woman came out and killed his wife at that moment, his wife, whose hatred hadn’t completely subsided, might also turn into hatred, and then Han Fei would have to face the pursuit of two hatreds at the same time!

"I must quickly remove their hatred, or at least remove some people’s hatred first."

After the wound was treated, the look in Han Fei’s eyes was full of affection as he looked at his wife. Such a kind woman was hurt over and over again by Brother Fu Yi; Brother Fu Yi was indeed a despicable person who deserved death.

"Go to sleep, you need to get up early for work tomorrow."

"Mhm."

Han Fei quickly fell asleep on the mattress; he was indeed tired.

A night without words passed, and Han Fei slept through until morning.

The alarm went off, and the wounds on his back had almost healed. Both his mood value and physical condition had recovered to their best.

"Ready for work!"

After folding the quilt and mattress, Han Fei began to wash up, and his wife had already prepared breakfast.

He ate heartily, and his wife came down from the second floor.

She placed her own prepared breakfast in front of Brother Fu Yi’s door, then took down the meal that Han Fei had brought up yesterday; Brother Fu Yi had not touched it.

"This kid has such a big problem with me," Han Fei looked towards the second floor; "But it doesn’t matter, I’ll change these things sooner or later."

Picking up his briefcase, Han Fei willingly walked to the kitchen, "I’m off to work, I’ll be back to cook dinner tonight!"

"You always skip everyone’s drinks parties; doesn’t the boss mind? Think you don’t fit in?"

"Compared to you and the kid, they all have to step aside; I’m off." Han Fei left the house, deliberately avoiding the road where Shen Luo had appeared yesterday: "That guy escaped from a plastic surgery hospital; I’ll find him after I complete a few missions and have the ability to protect myself."

Han Fei passed a café, and at that moment, the TV screen in the café was broadcasting the morning news.

"Our city has recently experienced several violent robberies; please be cautious, residents."

"The enthusiastic citizen who struggled with the robbers last night has been found; please stay tuned for the live report."

"Mr. Qiangwei, what were you thinking when you rushed over? The robber was armed with a knife; were you scared at all?"

Just as Han Fei was about to walk past the café’s door, he heard the word "Qiangwei."

He stopped, turned to look at the TV, and there was a handsome, long-haired man being interviewed!

"Saving people is a duty, just like the Nameless Hero yesterday; I hope more people can become warm-hearted and brave. I also plan to establish a charitable organization on the first floor of the East City Finance Building, aiming to help more people."

Watching the interview on TV, Han Fei noticed that the struggle between the robber and Qiangwei seemed like it had been arranged in advance; it looked perilous, but actually, neither intended to truly harm the other.

"This was all his own directing and acting, and that criminal was also a player?" Han Fei stared at Qiangwei, then looked towards the east side of the city, "Including Qiangwei, eighteen players entered the Lost Paradise together, and they found a shrine in the maze? Did they enter Fu Sheng’s memory world through that shrine?"

The shrines in Lost Paradise and the Plastic Surgery Hospital are essentially two entrances to this memory world.

Shen Luo ran into the Plastic Surgery Hospital, while those eighteen players entered Lost Paradise, and now they are all exploring this world.

"Qiangwei wants to gather the players together using this method. It’s a good idea, but if Shen Luo figures something out and goes to meet them, wouldn’t that put them all in danger?"

Han Fei already pictured the scene in his mind: a group of players staring at Shen Luo shouting, "Was it you who brought the Fierce Ghosts here?"

"That’s good, with so many people around, I don’t feel so pressured."

Qiangwei is a very smart person who knows how to use various things. He’s also a level 19 top player; before the world started mutating, they should have been able to live quite well, maybe even unravel some clues.

Han Fei continued to watch the news. After the segment on Qiangwei, it was about him; the news even emphasized that the driver at fault died on the spot, and the patient who was in the passenger seat had escaped.

"Shen Luo is really unlucky, just escaped the Plastic Surgery Hospital and now he’s wanted across the whole city; the residents must think he’s a madman."

The news also specifically clipped Shen Luo’s face, and a store owner even offered a reward of fifty thousand to capture him; now many people are searching for him.

"His chances of escaping here seem quite tough."

Working hours were almost starting, and Han Fei hurriedly ran into the company; he always punched in just on time and left work on the dot.

"Team leader, what a coincidence." Beside the elevator, Li Guo’er stood holding two cups of coffee, just running into Han Fei who was about to go upstairs.

Seeing the coffee, Han Fei’s eyes lit up: "Little Li, you go up first, I’ll take a call."

Pulling out his mobile phone, Han Fei entered the fire escape.

He quickly climbed to the floor his company was on, but when he stepped inside, he unexpectedly found that the door of the fire escape seemed to have been tampered with.

"It was fine when I left work yesterday."

Han Fei was cautious, but because he was almost late for work, he did not linger in the hallway too long and went straight to his team’s office.

"Good morning, everyone!"

"Morning, team leader!"

"Today, we must finalize the main plot of the game; I can’t keep dragging this and face the leaders." Han Fei walked to his desk; he saw an extra cup of coffee with a note on it that said thank you.

"Could this be the gentlest way to die? After drinking it, even leaving a complete corpse." Han Fei looked at Li Guo’er, who was cleaning her glasses; she seemed even cuter without her glasses.

He gently set the coffee aside, Han Fei checked the progress of his subordinates’ work. His team consisted of elites, and his plans were perfectly realized by his subordinates.

"Everyone did well! Let’s give it an extra push today!"

After boosting morale, Han Fei opened the Plants vs. Zombies save file he saved yesterday, resting his chin in one hand, his brow furrowed slightly as he thought about what plants to select for this level.

"Team leader, I had a new inspiration after I went home last night."

Li Guo’er approached with her mobile phone, Han Fei casually opened the company document: "What inspiration?"

"I feel it’s boring to always have him chased by one woman or female ghost alone. Maybe we can intersperse them, have her dismembered by everyone." Li Guo’er scrolled down the image: "Team leader, what do you think of this image as the cover for our game? Isn’t it striking?"

The image Li Guo’er showed was a bit inappropriate for children; a man who looked about eighty to ninety percent like Han Fei was placed on a white dining table, surrounded by seven women of various personalities and appearances. They were all dressed very beautifully, each with their unique charm, and importantly, each woman held a different weapon in her hand, including a kitchen knife, a fruit knife, a hammer, and even a chainsaw.

The image was indeed shocking, causing Han Fei to break out in a sweat.

"Little Li, your idea is good, but isn’t this cover a bit too violent? I don’t think it’s a good idea," Han Fei shook his head slightly.

"I understand your point now," Li Guo’er seemed to have an epiphany, "You think the male lead was too flirtatious in his lifetime; since he sincerely wants to repent, then he can only choose one woman, die by the hands of just one woman; he shouldn’t let his life be shared by other women. That must be his ultimate loyalty."

"Little Li, is there something wrong with your understanding of loyalty?"

"Team leader, if you were the male lead, would you choose to be dismembered by seven people, or would you want to be exclusively possessed by one woman?" Li Guo’er was seriously discussing the game content with Han Fei, and the other three subordinates in the office thought it all sounded pretty normal.

"I think... I should go clean the storeroom." Han Fei picked up the coffee cup and headed outside.

As he opened the office door, Han Fei hadn’t yet stepped out when he met Zhao Qian head-on.

Zhao Qian was already a very charismatic person, and today she seemed to have dressed up a bit, making her look even more mature and knowledgeable.

"I was just about to come and find you." Zhao Qian blocked the door: "What’s going on with your team? It’s been two days, and there’s still no progress? Just messing around here every day?"

"Today we will have results, guaranteed to satisfy you," Han Fei said and then headed towards the storeroom.

"Wait a moment."

"What’s wrong?" Han Fei turned his head and saw Zhao Qian staring at the coffee in his hand, which had a cute note on the lid, "If there’s nothing else, I’ll go clean the storage room."

Han Fei headed to the far end of the corridor. It was broad daylight, the world had not yet changed, and ghosts and monsters wouldn’t easily appear.

"I’ll take down that mirror first."

Entering the storage room, Han Fei pulled open the curtains, allowing sunlight to flood the room.

"With it this bright, that faceless woman wouldn’t dare to show up." Han Fei walked contentedly towards the deepest part of the storage room, but before he could reach the final row of shelves, he suddenly noticed something moving between them.

Squinting his eyes, Han Fei grabbed a chair from the ground, "Who’s there! Come out!"

A few seconds later, a familiar figure in a blue and white patient outfit walked out with hands raised from the deepest part of the shelves, "I’m not a thief, just wanted to hide here for a while."

Upon hearing that familiar voice, the chair in Han Fei’s hands dropped to the floor, and his face twitched slightly.

"I’m really not a thief! Big brother, believe me! The whole city is after me, I have nowhere to go, I just wanted to lay low here for a bit, could you..." Shen Luo, also seeing Han Fei, slowly stopped talking, "Eh? You look very familiar! Your voice too! Aren’t you that big star, Han Fei!"

Hearing Shen Luo’s voice even made Han Fei consider silencing him.

He had taken on the identity of the Master of Shrine’s father, but only those in the Shrine Memory World would recognize him as Fu Yi. Outsiders, unaffected by the Master of Shrine’s memories, still saw Han Fei’s true self.

Previously, Han Fei had always worn a mask, but this time Shen Luo saw his face directly.

"You’ve got the wrong person, I am Fu Yi, a game designer for this company."

"Impossible, you are Han Fei, I’ve seen you act in ’Twin Flowers’, totally awesome!"

"I told you, my name is Fu Yi." A vein popped on the back of Han Fei’s hand.

"But you are Han Fei! I remember you also play ’Perfect Life’. I heard you’re the male star abandoned by the paparazzi, obsessed with playing games, no scandals at all." Shen Luo was quite familiar, "Brother Han Fei, I’m in a tight spot here, the whole city is hunting me down, just let me hide here for a bit... "

Before Shen Luo could finish, Han Fei stepped forward, grabbed him by the throat, and held a prop fragment in front of Shen Luo’s eyes, "You should ask me what my name is."

"Fu, Brother Fu Yi, what are you doing?"

Seeing Shen Luo finally changed the way he addressed him, Han Fei pushed him aside, his brows furrowed in thought.

Shen Luo was wanted across the city, thoroughly unlucky, but it seemed like his talent for Desperate Escape had been triggered, accidentally hiding in Han Fei’s company’s storage room.

"I wondered why the emergency exit door lock was broken, so it was you."

"Sorry, I’ll compensate for that... Brother Fu Yi, do you have anything to eat and drink? I am in really bad shape, almost hallucinating."

"I’ll go outside and buy you some food, don’t wander off, just hide behind the shelves for now." Han Fei put down his coffee, and as he was about to leave, the storage room door was gently pushed open from the outside.

"Sister Qian?"

Zhao Qian, who had dressed up particularly carefully today, entered the storage room, walking up to Han Fei, "You don’t need to imply anything anymore, we are already over."

"Imply to you?" Han Fei was dumbfounded.

"This storage room is unforgettable for both you and me, isn’t it?" Zhao Qian stared at Han Fei, "You’ve been running in here alone these past two days, isn’t that what you’ve been thinking?"

"Thinking what?!"

"Whatever, if you’re still interested, you can come to my place tonight." Zhao Qian’s voice was soft, which contrasted starkly with her mature and strong presence, creating a fatally attractive disparity.

Ordinary people would probably be hooked immediately, but Han Fei saw a hint of murderous intent in Zhao Qian’s eyes.

This woman wanted to kill Han Fei, but she knew that normal means wouldn’t kill him easily, so she wanted to lure Han Fei to a place beneficial to her.

"Be sure to get some fresh air on your way back, or my perfume might be smelled by your wife." Zhao Qian smiled, then walked out of the storage room.

Han Fei stood stiff, and shortly after Zhao Qian left, Li Guo’er came in, "Team leader, I’ve finished my work, do you want to check it out? This time, I thought of a pretty happy ending. After you read it, it might give you some inspiration."

Li Guo’er stood quite close, causing Han Fei to immediately step back. Seeing Han Fei somewhat embarrassed, Li Guo’er smiled sweetly, "Team leader, was the coffee I sent you good? Comparing it with the one that girl in the yellow dress sent you, which one is more delicious?"

"You better go back to work!" Han Fei’s back was already pressed against the shelves.

When Li Guo’er left, Han Fei let out a long sigh of relief and promptly locked the door to the storage room.

"Damn! Here I am playing life-and-death extreme escape, and you’re flirting! Is this how you play the game?" Shen Luo walked out from behind the shelves, his eyes wide, "A regal female boss invites you over, a sweet subordinate offers you coffee, and you even have your own wife?! One man hoarding three such amazing women, you’re simply a beast!"

"Three?" Han Fei scoffed, "Who are you underestimating?"