My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 565: Confess Everything

Chapter 565: Chapter 565: Confess Everything

Han Fei, slouched on the bench, felt someone pushing him. He opened his eyes groggily, "What time is it? Is work over?"

"It’s getting dark already." Fu Sheng picked up the plastic bag and the remaining bottles of alcohol, tossing them into the trash can.

"Do I smell strongly of alcohol?"

"Not too bad."

"That’s good then." Han Fei stood up, straightened his suit, and walked out of the small park with Fu Sheng: "Tell your mom tomorrow that the lunch wasn’t enough, ask her to prepare an extra portion."

"So you’re not going to work tomorrow either?" Fu Sheng turned to look at his father as if it was the first time he had seen him like this.

"You, a high schooler who skips school all the time, are you really lecturing me, an adult who skips work?" Han Fei shook his suit, hoping to dissipate the smell of alcohol from his clothes as soon as possible.

"But I know most of what they teach at school already, and the rest is stuff I’m not interested in. Isn’t school just a place to learn knowledge?" Fu Sheng, carrying his backpack, spoke expressionlessly.

Hearing Fu Sheng’s retort, Han Fei had nothing to say: "That’s fine then."

Walking down the street, the father and son made their way back to their residential complex, not feeling any discomfort.

Upon reaching their doorstep, Han Fei knocked on the door.

After a while, his wife came over and opened the door, immediately spotting Han Fei and Fu Sheng standing outside.

Without prior consultation, Han Fei and Fu Sheng spoke at the same time.

"We ran into each other on the way."

"We met downstairs."

The wife looked at Han Fei and Fu Sheng standing at the door and smiled, "I didn’t say anything, you two are acting so strange."

"I’ll go cook." Han Fei felt somewhat guilty. Normally, when he came home from work, he would enter with his head held high, but after coming home drunk this time, he felt uneasy and felt he had to do some housework.

"No need to hurry, I’ve taken care of everything already. Go wash your hands and eat," his wife said, helping Han Fei off with his jacket. She looked at the crumpled clothes with a frown, "Did you go to a construction site?"

"No." Han Fei waved his hand and glanced at Fu Sheng: "I drank some with friends at noon and then fell asleep."

"Drink less alcohol, it’s bad for your health."

"Don’t worry." Han Fei knew the state of his own health very well, but he still blurted out those two words. If possible, he would like to shield his family from all troubles.

Family members sat around the dining table. Fu Tian stopped fussing for the TV and was enticed by the delicious food on the table, holding his chopsticks and staring straight at the dishes.

There wasn’t much conversation during the meal, but it felt particularly warm as if everyone tacitly maintained this last bit of warmth.

After a hearty meal, for the first time, Fu Sheng did not retreat to his room but sat in a corner of the living room and read.

The wife cleaned the dishes and tidied up the kitchen.

Fu Tian, who had boundless energy every day, clamored to play hide-and-seek with Han Fei; he was caught by Han Fei every time. Yet, when it was his turn to seek, he could never find Han Fei.

The little boy’s face showed stubborn defeat. He kept on trying despite the losses.

His wife shook her head at this scene. Boys are so competitive; Han Fei, an adult, still put his all into a game of hide-and-seek, moving around and blocking sight.

Once Fu Tian was tired from playing, Han Fei picked him up. "I’ll take Fu Tian to bed first."

When Han Fei opened the door to Fu Tian’s room and had just laid Fu Tian on the bed, he suddenly noticed all of Fu Tian’s toys were packed into boxes and sealed.

"What is this..."

Exiting Fu Tian’s room, when Han Fei came back out, Fu Sheng had also left the living room and returned to his own room upstairs.

"This feels a bit odd." Han Fei opened a few other room doors, and many things were already packed: "Everything was fine when I woke up this morning, did she pack these during the day?"

Leaving the bedroom, Han Fei saw his wife.

She sat at the dining table, taking out a well-kept folder from the cabinet.

"Yesterday, while I was cleaning the house, I saw some news playing on TV." The wife slowly opened the folder, "Then I went to your company, wanting to pick you up and bring you home."

"You went to my company yesterday?!" Han Fei’s heart thudded as he widened his eyes.

"By the time I got there, you had already left. Zhao Qian saw me. Under my questioning, she gave me that mother’s contact information."

"Which mother?"

"Fu Yi’s mother."

The wife opened the document bag and took out the property ownership certificate, the purchase contract, and the deed tax invoice, placing them all on the table.

The light inside the room dispelled the darkness of the night, and time seemed to freeze at this moment. Han Fei could no longer hear the ticking of the clock; a particular emotion arose in his mind.

"I am also a mother, and I know her pain. If she had any other way, she would definitely not come to you," the wife said as she pushed the documents across the table to Han Fei, "Let’s sell the house, saving someone is more important."

His wife’s words truly touched the softness in Han Fei’s heart; he’d never imagined that in the Shrine Memory World, he would encounter such a gentle person.

"Thank you."

After Han Fei uttered those two words of gratitude, his wife shook her head, "Actually, I didn’t do this to help him, but to thank you for turning the scene I imagined into reality."

Placing her hands together on the table, she said, "I don’t understand why this is happening, but I can be sure of one thing: you are not Fu Yi."

Uttering this sentence seemed to sap all her strength; she leaned on the dining table, overtaken by distress, like a little girl who had cast her favorite rose toward a place she would never be able to reach.

"I... am indeed not him," Han Fei lowered his head; he had encountered such situations in the Memory World of Mirror God before.

In Mirror God’s mother’s final moments, her gaze never lingered on Han Fei but was instead directed toward the former Master of Shrine.

Even with the help of the Shrine’s Memory World, those closest and most cherished people still had a certain probability of seeing through the deception.

The living room was quietly still, and after a long while, Han Fei spoke again, "Don’t tell Fu Sheng and Fu Tian about this. I want to make up for some regrets in their lives."

His wife gradually calmed down, her eyes red, as she forced herself to keep her emotions stable, "Don’t worry, Fu Sheng has finally stepped out of the shadows; we can’t upset him right now."

"En," Han Fei nodded, his hand slowly moving to his trouser pocket, pondering whether or not to tell his wife about the diagnostic results.

"I had a look at the new house today," his wife took out her phone, pulling up a chair to sit beside Han Fei, "It’s near Fu Sheng’s school; we could rent it long-term until after Fu Sheng’s college entrance exams."

"Is this house a bit too rundown?" Han Fei’s heartbeat quickened when he saw the pictures displayed; the arrangement of the room was exactly the same as the one he had seen during the Manager’s task!

Narrow, dark, and old; it was indeed close to the school, but it was also just a few stops away from the Plastic Surgery Hospital.

Living in such a place, the talent Fu Tian and Fu Sheng possessed for seeing ghosts would certainly shine.

"Should I keep looking? Fu Yi’s illness can’t be delayed any longer; we have to get the money to him as quickly as possible to prevent the condition from worsening."

"Let’s choose carefully," Han Fei didn’t take out the diagnostic results. He decided to give his wife some time to cope.

"Then I’ll start packing. The agent is coming over tomorrow."

"Getting an agent now, and bringing people to view the house will be problematic. I do know someone who has always wanted a house in our complex," Han Fei remembered how Zhang Yu mocked him shamelessly just the day before. That guy saw Fu Yi as his main competitor, had disposable cash, and wanted to buy a house in Fu Yi’s residential complex.

Pulling out his phone, Han Fei dialed Zhang Yu’s number for the first time.

"Fu Yi? What do you want?" Loud music blared out of the phone; it seemed Zhang Yu was partying.

"Didn’t you say yesterday you wanted to buy my house? I can sell it to you for ninety percent of the market value, but you have to get the paperwork ready by noon tomorrow and bring at least enough money for the down payment," Han Fei offered a staggering discount. His house, located in the city center, was highly sought after and increased in value every year.

"A ten percent discount!" Zhang Yu’s spirits immediately lifted, and the music from the phone softened as he apparently stepped outside the nightclub, "Are you serious?"

"You know my current situation. I really need the money," Han Fei flipped through the purchase contract on the table, "I’ve contacted other people too. If you’re sincere about buying, then come over as soon as possible."

"Deal! I’ll take the day off tomorrow to see you!"

After hanging up, Han Fei packed all the documents away. He was in a hurry to sell for two reasons: the first, because tomorrow was the last day for the Shrine Random Task; the second, the hatred mentioned by the players would likely reach here tomorrow night.

If Han Fei wasn’t wrong, the target of this entity was one of the people in this family; thus, he had to move out quickly.

"After tomorrow night, this room might become a Ghost House, and it’ll be difficult to get rid of it."

Zhang Yu thought he was picking up a bargain, but in reality, he was taking over a plate—a plate from the Underworld, no less.

"Once he buys this house tomorrow, I’ll tell him not to move in right away; I’ll try to save his life," Han Fei decided.

His wife packed throughout the night while Han Fei started planning what to do next.

Around three o’clock in the morning, Han Fei’s phone suddenly rang. He glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Wu Shan calling.

He went to the bathroom and put on a headset before answering.

"Is something wrong?"

"We succeeded. The perfect woman named Du Shu has been sent to the Paradise Maze," Wu Shan’s voice quivered, clearly shaken, "We lost two more people. Also, we discovered that the Plastic Surgery Hospital is actually a Ghost Nest. Qiangwei too lost contact with us during the operation and seems to be trapped deep inside the hospital."

"Qiangwei didn’t make it out?"

"The last message he sent me was to contact you immediately," Wu Shan’s words were tinged with bitterness, "He also said that dying here seems like one will truly die, and to be careful."